The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 50: Experts from Wangyue Pavilion Appear

Instantly, the atmosphere in the private room became tense.

He Kaiwen and his group gasped for breath, almost suffocating.

The three of Sha Polang were too menacing, definitely untouchable by them.

Sha Feng snorted coldly: "Oh? Who is it? Even though we’ve renamed ourselves to Shamate, it’s not a name for just anyone to shout!"

A surge of overwhelming aura swept through, making everyone feel as if a hefty stone was pressing on their chest, unbearably oppressive.

This is the might of a Martial Artist!

"Do you have a problem with me calling you Shamate?"

A disdainful voice sounded.

"Who is it?"

In an instant, the eyes of the three from Sha Polang turned to look.

Lü Yigang and Lü Zilong pointed at Ye Qingtian: "It’s this young man! He actually dared to address you three directly!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Before Lü Yigang finished speaking, three swift figures swept past like the wind.

It’s Sha Polang!

"Haha, this kid is done for! The masters are enraged!"

Lü Zilong laughed heartily.

But the next second, the smile vanished from his face, his expression froze, and he seemed petrified.

Not only him, everyone’s expression turned subtle because the scene before their eyes was unbelievable—

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Sha Polang’s three men arrived before Ye Qingtian like the wind and knelt simultaneously.

"We didn’t realize the King descended! We deserve death! It’s truly unforgivable!"

Sha Polang’s three men looked as if they had committed a great taboo, constantly kowtowing and confessing their sins.

Lu Li was dumbfounded.

Lü Zilong was dumbfounded.

Lü Yigang was dumbfounded.

He Kaiwen was dumbfounded.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Rumors had it that Jin City’s fiercest trio, Sha Polang, was kowtowing and begging for forgiveness from a young man; how could one not be shocked?

Ye Qingtian took a leisurely sip of tea, smiled, and asked: "Can I call you Shamate?"

"Sure, sure! Shamate is the name bestowed upon us by the King!"

Sha Polang’s three hurriedly nodded.

Only now did everyone gradually understand that Shamate was named by Ye Qingtian.

Sha Polang’s recent declaration was actually related to Ye Qingtian.

What is his identity? To make Sha Polang change their name!

"Then why did someone say it’s not allowed?"

Ye Qingtian curiously asked.

Sha Feng, catching the hint, glared angrily, stood up, walked over to Lü Yigang, and kicked out.

"Bang!"

Lü Yigang’s tall body of over six feet instantly flew out, slamming heavily against the wall, releasing a pitiful cry.

"Dare to offend the King, it’s the road to death!"

Sha Feng’s chilling voice penetrated each person’s ear, resembling the notes of death.

Lü Zilong and the others were completely terrified, trembling on the side.

Sha Feng approached Lü Yigang step by step, sneering: "Lü Yigang, your greatest mistake was offending the King!"

Sha Feng slowly bent down, preparing to lift Lü Yigang when Lü Yigang suddenly flipped, his eyes emitting two sinister beams.

"Bang!"

From his palm, a terrifying force shot out, sending Sha Feng flying.

"You forced me! You’ll all die!"

Lü Yigang stood up in a frenzied state, his aura surged, a terrifying presence emanating from him.

An eerie atmosphere enveloped the place...

"Take him down!"

The three of Sha Polang immediately acted, Lu Li also joined in, attacking Lü Yigang from four directions.

"Bang bang bang..."

But Lü Yigang’s body was as solid as a rock, unable to be harmed regardless of the attacks.

"Die!"

An indomitable force erupted from Lü Yigang, forcibly sending the four martial artists flying.

What?

He Kaiwen and the others were filled with disbelief.

Lü Yigang actually beat four martial artists? Is he also a Martial Artist?

"An old fool like a flea dares to act so wild?"

Ye Qingtian suddenly shouted.

A drop of water shot out from the teacup like a bullet, hitting Lü Yigang heavily on the chest.

"Boom!"

Lü Yigang flew out as if hit by a speeding car, crashing into the wall, creating web-like cracks.

Terrifying!

Such terror!

A single drop of water defeated Lü Yigang?

Who had seen such a technique?

Everyone was shocked, trembling.

Lü Yigang spat blood, struggling to rise, glaring at Ye Qingtian in horror: "You... you..."

Ye Qingtian’s lips curled into a smile: "It’s just the Demon Monk’s evil technique, yet you dare to flaunt before me!"

"The kid actually noticed it, but the Saintly Monk will surely avenge me!"

Lü Yigang snarled ferociously.

"Oh? The Demon Monk seeks revenge? Haha, I know where he is now. I’ll go meet him!"

Ye Qingtian visualized the presence of the Demon Monk using Ten Forbidden Techniques and Netherworld Forbidden Technique.

"Hmph, then you’re simply seeking death! The Saintly Monk is a Martial Form realm master!"

Lü Yigang snorted, disdainfully looking at Ye Qingtian.

Ye Qingtian got up, left the Imperial City Restaurant.

"This foolish kid is just going to get himself killed!"

Lü Yigang laughed savagely.

Sha Polang’s trio looked at Lü Yigang as if he were an idiot: "You probably don’t know that the King is a Martial King!"

"Boom!"

This fact dropped like a thunderbolt.

Terror, shock, incredulity, despair, as if seeing ghosts, all appeared on the faces of Lü Yigang, He Kaiwen, Lu Li, and others.

"Martial... Martial King..."

Lü Yigang’s lips trembled, fainting completely.

Ye Qingtian followed the trajectory to the outskirts, looking at the night, a smile on his lips.

Meanwhile, in a teahouse in Jin City, there was a secret room.

In the secret room stood two people, a man and a woman.

The woman was Hua Qingfei, the man had a fair, handsome appearance with an extraordinary demeanor.

"Qingfei! We’ve already located the Demon Monk! Now we go apprehend him!"

The handsome man said enthusiastically.

Hua Qingfei nodded: "Okay! Let’s go together!"

"According to the information, the Demon Monk is a Martial Form realm expert, though he has Demon Technique, with our combined strength, capturing him is no problem."

"Alright, I understand! Let’s be cautious when the time comes!"

Hua Qingfei responded calmly.

Clearing these anomalies was one of Wangyue Pavilion’s duties, Hua Qingfei naturally accepted this responsibility.

Some distance from a village lay a dilapidated temple; Ye Qingtian was not unfamiliar with it, he had seen it last time.

Approaching the ruined temple, Ye Qingtian heard the cries of children.

A cruel curve formed on his lips: "Daring to use children for cultivation! Damn it!"

Inside the ruined temple, statues had toppled, chaos spread, cobwebs everywhere, and a sinister atmosphere caused a sudden shiver.

"Your blood will make me extraordinarily strong! When I rise in fame, you will have contributed!"

An eerie voice sounded from within the temple, akin to an evil ghost.

"Bang!"

But at this moment, the temple door was kicked open, a figure stood illuminated by moonlight, appearing extraordinarily tall.