Chapter 79

(Thank you, Jingwo Pifeng, for your generous encouragement)

Jiang Han stood at the classroom door, his face darkening, hesitating for a moment before he took a deep breath and his expression turned solemn.

Yan Yumo and the others’ eyes narrowed simultaneously, staring intently at Jiang Han.

"Could it be that Brother Jiang has some treasure that can deal with a Soul Warrior?" Ye Tianming’s eyes widened.

Everyone could see Jiang Han’s cultivation level, which was pitifully low at the eighth rank of Martial Disciple. They would never believe that Jiang Han could fight against a Soul Warrior. The only possibility was that Old Yun had given him some kind of powerful weapon!

"Very likely!" Ye Ruhong nodded solemnly.

Jiang Han ignored them, his gaze cold and focused. He tilted his head slightly, as if gathering his strength, and his elongated figure looked incredibly imposing at that moment.

"This bastard, sometimes he doesn’t seem so hateful." Yan Yumo looked at Jiang Han’s back and thought to himself.

After a while.

"Old Yun! Save me! If you don’t save me, your precious disciple will be dead, ahhh!!!" Jiang Han finally shouted.

Thud!

Yan Yumo and the others stumbled, almost falling to the ground. The imposing image instantly collapsed, and they were dumbfounded, unable to accept the sudden change.

The sullen young man was also taken aback, then sneered, "That old thing can barely protect himself. You think he can save you? Dream on!"

Jiang Han always ignored such idiots.

"Just wait and see the show."

The sullen young man snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the alarmed cries of the Black Mist Sect disciples. His brows furrowed, and he turned to look.

...

"Die!"

The old man in black had a ferocious expression, thrusting his spear forward like a snake emerging from a cave, with a fierce momentum, aiming for Old Yun’s forehead.

The other Martial Kings were not to be outdone, each using their own means, black mist filling the sky, pressing down on Old Yun with madness.

Old Yun did not dodge or evade, his expression extremely calm, as if he did not see the enemies approaching... In fact, in Old Yun’s eyes, they were not even worthy of being his enemies.

Seeing Old Yun’s calm expression, the old man in black felt a sense of unease, but quickly dismissed it, as the spear tip was now less than an inch from Old Yun’s forehead.

No matter how strong you are, a Martial Emperor, what can you do? You will still die at my hands!

The old man in black’s eyes were filled with cold killing intent, imagining the bloody scene of Old Yun’s head being pierced by the spear. He couldn’t help but lick his lips, a ferocious smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

But in the next moment, the ferocious expression froze on his face, his pupils contracting, and his face turning pale!

"How is this possible!"

Not just him, all the Martial Kings were wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

At that moment, all the Martial Kings attacking Old Yun were suspended in the air, their attacks halted. They looked terrified, wanting to retreat but unable to move!

"I... can’t move..."

"He’s not a Martial Emperor... he’s a Martial Venerable!"

"Venerable, spare us!"

Terrified cries and pleas for mercy came from their mouths, further stimulating the old man in black’s nerves.

"This... can’t be!" His face was as white as paper, his body in a strange posture, suspended in the air, the spear in his hand still emitting black mist.

The spear tip was only half an inch from Old Yun, but it could not move any further!

To the other Black Mist Sect disciples, their elders and Old Yun seemed to form a static picture.

Eight Martial Kings surrounded Old Yun, each in a different posture, each unleashing a powerful attack, but all were frozen in place.

As if time had stopped.

"Enough noise." Old Yun coldly commanded.

With those words, all the Martial Kings fell silent. It wasn’t that they wanted to be silent, but a mysterious force compelled them to close their mouths.

Words of law!

Martial Venerable!

Absolutely a Martial Venerable!

How laughable they thought Old Yun was a Martial Emperor and would die under their attacks.

Now it was clear, Old Yun was not being arrogant.

He simply didn’t take them seriously at all!

In an instant, uncontrollable fear spread among the Martial Kings, their faces showing pleading, looking at Old Yun with hope.

They knew that all their hopes for survival now rested on this seemingly ordinary old man, fearing that a single displeasure from him would result in their deaths.

If they had heard someone say that Old Yun could kill them instantly before, they would have killed that person without hesitation!

But now, knowing Old Yun’s strength, they believed that if he wanted to, he could kill them instantly, without a doubt!

A Martial Venerable, too powerful!

As if not seeing the pleading expressions of the Martial Kings, Old Yun took a step forward. The old man in black, who was directly in front of him, involuntarily moved to the side, stiffly following Old Yun’s movement.

After a few steps, the eight Martial Kings were all suspended behind Old Yun, each with wide eyes and terrified faces, following his movements.

In that moment, the entire Black Mist Sect entrance fell silent.

The Black Mist Sect disciples stared dumbfounded at Old Yun and the immobile Martial Kings, their mouths wide open, unable to accept the scene.

The light footsteps echoed on the mountain, each step seeming to land on their hearts, making them tremble.

"Who... who is he? The elders are completely helpless..." The Black Mist Sect disciples trembled, looking at Old Yun as if he were a monster.

"It seems we’ve provoked someone we shouldn’t have..." Everyone was terrified.

At this moment, no one paid attention to Jiang Han and the others.

Compared to Old Yun’s overwhelming presence, Jiang Han and the others were insignificant!

Imagine, even Martial Kings were powerless against Old Yun. How much more so for them, who had no resistance at all.

The sullen young man stood there, his mind blank, staring at Old Yun’s slow steps.

In his memory, his grandfather was always incredibly powerful. Even if someone challenged him, they would be struck down by his thunderous power.

In his heart, his grandfather was omnipotent!

But what was happening now? His grandfather, who was helpless against this mysterious old man.

"Impossible, impossible... this can’t be true! It must be a ruse, yes, it must be!"

The sullen young man muttered to himself, his expression dazed, his eyes wide with disbelief, unable to accept the scene, his mind almost collapsing.

"Senior... this must be a misunderstanding..." A middle-aged man trembled all over, taking a few hesitant steps forward and bowing to Old Yun.

"Who are you?" Old Yun asked coldly.

"Your junior... holds the position of Black Mist Sect’s Sect Master." The middle-aged man remained bowed, not daring to look up, cold sweat dripping down his face.

Silence.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in Old Yun’s eyes, and the middle-aged man was struck as if by a heavy blow, flying through the air, blood splattering the sky, and landing heavily on the ground, lifeless.

"Sect Master? Even more deserving of death!"

Old Yun snorted coldly, his aura bursting forth, a dazzling white light spreading from his feet, quickly covering all the Black Mist Sect disciples.

At this moment, Jiang Han and the others heard Old Yun’s calm voice.

"The cultivation of all Black Mist Sect members has been sealed below the Soul Warrior level. You can act now."