Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1236 1147: Qinrong Palace

Upon hearing the words of this white-bearded elder, figures like Qin Shousheng and Ji Congjing, who are Demon Emperors, looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Leaving means severing ties with Qinrong Palace, watching this great opportunity slip away right under their noses.

Not leaving, if the Governor gets angry, it's not something they can bear.

Their greed was simply too strong; even though they hesitated, none of them were willing to leave immediately.

Seeing this, the white-bearded elder snorted coldly and said, "You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. For those who don't leave, I will act now, leaving none behind."

With that, the white-bearded elder's body shook, and the powerful aura of Great Perfection Demon Saint surged upward, radiating outward, pressing upon the surrounding Demon Emperors.

The other Demon Saints saw this and immediately kept their distance.

The hundreds of Demon Emperors around, however, were suppressed by this pressure, instantly feeling as if a mountain was pressed down on their shoulders, making movement difficult.

Just now, these Demon Emperors still had a lucky mindset, but their eyes now showed signs of despair.

Wang Yan was also subdued by this pressure. Although this mere pressure from the Great Perfection Demon Saint was nothing for Wang Yan, his brows furrowed.

This was Wang Yan's first gathering with so many demon cultivators from the Great Qin Empire, and he did not want to expose his identity prematurely.

But if this white-bearded elder were to drive away these Demon Emperors, should Ji Congjing be forced to leave, Wang Yan would have no choice but to reveal his cultivation.

However, Wang Yan was no longer the impulsive youngster he used to be; he now acted with great prudence and knew when to exercise restraint.

Seeing Ji Congjing and others already showing signs of retreating, Wang Yan raised an eyebrow, bent down, picked up a small stone from the ground, and hid it within the long sleeve of his robe.

Seizing the moment when everyone was not paying attention, Wang Yan flicked his fingers, and with a "whoosh," this little stone shot towards the white-bearded elder.

The stone was heard flying in the air, producing a sharp wind-breaking noise, heading straight for the white-bearded elder.

The white-bearded elder, exerting pressure on hundreds of Demon Emperors and feeling pleased with himself, suddenly heard the wind-breaking noise, stunned, before his expression sank, angrily saying, "Who dares to challenge me?"

With these words, he turned to look in the direction of the sound, but upon turning, he saw a small black image rushing towards him.

This small black image was extremely fast, accompanied by a fierce wind, and reached his face in an instant.

The white-bearded elder was startled and had no time to dodge, hurriedly retracting his head.

But even though the white-bearded elder was quick to retract his head, he could not evade this black image.

The black image grew larger before the white-bearded elder's eyes, quickly filling his vision.

At this moment, the white-bearded elder could see that what had flown to his face was just an ordinary small stone.

This surprised the white-bearded elder. His full power was exerted, yet someone managed to throw a small stone at his face. What kind of terrifying being was this stone-thrower?

Seeing the stone fly to his face, the white-bearded elder hurriedly closed his eyes, preparing to endure the blow.

Unexpectedly, as the stone reached the white-bearded elder's face, with a "bang," it exploded into dust, all of which landed on his face.

The white-bearded elder felt the dust brush across his face, hurriedly opening his eyes, realizing a close escape from death, breaking into a cold sweat.

After a stunned silence, the white-bearded elder swallowed a gulp, hurriedly withdrawing his pressure, deeply bowing toward the direction the stone came from, saying, "Thank you, Senior, for exercising mercy."

By now, the white-bearded elder realized there was an expert hiding among these Demon Emperors, and this expert had spared him.

Otherwise, should the stone hit his face, he'd have at least a broken nose, severely injured.

With Qinrong Palace not yet emerged, such an injury would greatly disadvantage him in the upcoming disputes.

Fortunately, this senior carried a charitable heart, allowing him to narrowly escape death.

Feeling lingering fears, the white-bearded elder retreated aside, not daring to be arrogant.

The other six Great Perfection Demon Saints, previously watching the scene with amusement, chuckled beside him.

Yet now, they were similarly frightened, hurriedly abandoning their arrogance, humbly taking a seat somewhere.

The hundreds of Demon Emperors were inexplicably saved, greatly surprised.

However, these Demon Emperors were worldly-wise people, knowing that every strong person has eccentricities. At this time, not revealing their identity surely meant not wanting to be known.

Since this expert did not want to be known, none dared to find trouble seeking this expert.

Therefore, the Demon Emperors quickly took their seats carefully, not daring to look around casually.

Afraid that wandering glances might anger that strong figure.

For a time, the entire Yangtze River source aside from the rushing waters, fell silent.

Though the crowd did not look, they secretly speculated who this expert was and where they hid.

Based on the stone's flight direction, they generally concluded, mistakenly suspecting Ji Congjing and Qin Shousheng as the biggest suspects.

In moments, those initially seated beside them subtly moved away quietly, quickly leaving a large gap around Ji Congjing.

This incorrectly cast doubt among those who originally had no suspicions about the pair, now suspecting Ji Congjing and Qin Shousheng.

Ji Congjing and Qin Shousheng of course realized being wrongfully suspected but were terrified, worried impersonating this expert might displease them and cost their lives.

Qin Shousheng inwardly lamented, thinking, "Who is this expert? Why must they shoot stones beside me?"

Yet none knew, the real expert was emotionlessly seated beside Ji Congjing, unnoticed as an "attendant" by all.

Their preconceived notions pegged Wang Yan as Ji Congjing's follower. Moreover, Wang Yan showed no signs of magic power, so nobody suspected him.

While the crowd waited quietly, suddenly a wind-breaking sound was heard from afar, seeing two figures flying over.

The crowd hurriedly raised their heads to look; initially a small black dot, but moments later, the pair arrived.

Seeing these two, people finally exclaimed, then rose from their seats, bending over and paying respects, "Greetings, Yin Yang Half-Venerable."

"Greetings, Sweet Sheep Half-Venerable!"

Turns out, flying over were two Half-Venerables.

Though everyone stood up, Wang Yan remained seated, motionless.

These two Half-Venerables proudly regarded their surroundings where people paid them respects, yet then noticed Wang Yan still lounging unaffectedly and exuded palpable killing intent.