"That's true!" Huang Han nodded. "You three will split off from us and head to Dream City via a different route. If we fail to meet you, it means we've met with misfortune. If we do meet up, it means we've succeeded. If we succeed, well, that goes without saying. If we fail, you must spread the news to avenge us!"
"We understand!" the three replied.
After all, one must prepare for the worst.
While wealth can move people, despite knowing Yang Feilong's strength was greater than Liu Linhang's, they still held considerable confidence. Firstly, although Huang Han was young, under sixty, his ranking on the Human Ranking was significantly higher than Liu Linhang's.
Liu Linhang was ranked in the 710s, while Huang Han was ranked 498th. Moreover, after entering the top five hundred, Huang Han's combat power would surely increase. How much it would increase, Liu Linhang wasn't quite sure, as they hadn't fought before!
"Let's split up!" Huang Han said next.
But just then, a mocking voice rang out, "Tsk tsk, I originally didn't intend to bother with you, but I didn't expect you to be plotting against me instead!"
"Who?" Upon hearing this voice, all five people present changed their expressions.
Soon, they saw Yang Feilong, who was not too far, nor too close, approaching them. They had no idea when he had arrived near them.
"Yang Feilong, you..." Huang Han gasped, a strange chill rising in his heart. He had no idea how the other party had appeared; his speed was incredible!
"Liu Linhang, is it? I spared your life before, and I didn't expect you to be incorrigible!" Yang Feilong looked at Liu Linhang with a half-smile.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, I, I..." Liu Linhang was inexplicably timid, as Yang Feilong's appearance was too bizarre.
"No more 'Fellow Daoist Yang.' I'll send you on your way now!" Yang Feilong's lips curved into a cold sneer.
"Kill!" At this moment, Huang Han attacked. Unbeknownst to them, he now held a long spear in his hand. The spear, like a dragon, with the divine might to cleave through obstacles, stabbed towards Yang Feilong's throat!
It was like an arrow piercing through wind and waves!
As Huang Han attacked, Liu Linhang, the veteran expert, instantly activated his long sword, slashing towards Yang Feilong with full force!
In an instant, two Golden Core cultivators on the Heavenly Machine Human Ranking attacked simultaneously, both with all their might.
They knew that if their plot was discovered by the other party, and they didn't kill him, they would be killed.
The other three dared not linger there any longer, fleeing as if their lives depended on it towards Dream City.
If their uncle won, they would be safe. If their uncle died a tragic death, staying there would only cost them more lives. The battle between top-tier Golden Core realm cultivators was beyond their capabilities; they were not even considered human in such a confrontation, let alone qualified to participate!
However, they hadn't fled far when a shrill scream pierced the air: "No!"
The three turned back and almost died of fright!
Yang Feilong had unleashed a punch, directly shattering Huang Han's spear and knocking away Liu Linhang's long sword. He then followed up with another punch, striking Liu Linhang's body and literally blasting him apart!
What they turned to see was the scene of Liu Linhang being blown apart!
Even his Golden Core was destroyed!
Before being obliterated, Liu Linhang was filled with regret. Why had he agreed to Huang Han's request? Wasn't he tired of living?
He had sensed Yang Feilong was invincible before and had actively surrendered and fled. Why had he been foolish this time?
Regret, but it was too late!
"Escape!" Seeing his and Liu Linhang's seemingly sure-kill attack being neutralized, Yang Feilong followed up with a punch that obliterated Liu Linhang's body!
If that punch had been aimed at him, could he have survived?
Huang Han wanted to escape but found he couldn't. Yang Feilong's speed was simply too fast. He hadn't fled far before Yang Feilong appeared before him and threw a punch.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, I can apologize. I'll give you all my wealth, spare me!" Huang Han cried out repeatedly.
"Die!" Yang Feilong's eyes were cold.
The Liu Linhang of before, and Bi Chacha and others he had killed not long ago, their so-called compromises were only temporary. They would seek revenge later. If that was the case, wasn't he inviting trouble for himself?
Furthermore, his participation in the martial arts competition for marriage in Dream City was bound to expose him. In such a situation, he had to display his prowess and show no mercy. Any hint of leniency would lead others to believe he was weak-willed.
If everyone thought that even if they lost to him, all they needed to do was offer wealth, wouldn't more people choose to do so? It was just a bit of wealth, after all.
Because he thought of these things, Yang Feilong decided that anyone who tried to kill him for treasure would be sent on their way without hesitation!
As for offending more families in the Spirit Realm?
So be it. The strongest among these families were merely second-rate. Second-rate families, at best, had Nascent Soul realm cultivators. His master could easily suppress them all!
That was his master's guarantee!
In such a situation, why should he remain low-key? He should be high-profile!
Huang Han's long spear had been knocked away, and he had fled before he could recall it. In his haste, he couldn't use a weapon to defend himself. He could only unleash his Golden Core power, infuse it into his fist, and attempt to clash with Yang Feilong head-on.
But before his fist could collide with Yang Feilong's, it was shattered by Yang Feilong's fist energy. Yang Feilong's fist, carrying an unrivaled divine might, slammed into his body.
With a "bang" sound.
The next moment, Huang Han's body disintegrated like scattered flowers, breaking into pieces and flying everywhere.
"No!" Seeing that Uncle Han had followed Liu Linhang's fate, Huang Fei's eyes were filled with despair and grief.
His beloved Uncle Han was dead!
Liu Chuan and Liu Xi were filled with terror at this moment.
Liu Linhang was dead, and now Huang Han was dead. Would they be next?
No, we don't want to die!
But things did not proceed according to their wishes. The next moment, Yang Feilong's figure appeared before them.
"Yang Feilong, my Huang family has an irreconcilable hatred with you!" But in an instant, Huang Fei's figure vanished from the spot.
Yang Feilong's brow twitched. "Random Teleportation Scroll. Just how many Random Teleportation Scrolls did this guy get back then!"
Random Teleportation Scrolls were difficult to refine. He couldn't refine them himself yet. Whether his master could, he wasn't sure. At least, his master hadn't refined any.