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nChapter 918: Little Rakshasa’s Revenge!

n“What happened?” In the courtyard, Yu Wan asked the worried Jinghong.

nJinghong frowned and said, “It’s Master Sikong. He brought the Sikong family’s guards to take revenge on the Sang family.”

n“Him?” Yu Wan was slightly stunned. If she remembered correctly, Master Sikong was also seriously injured. All his martial arts were crippled and he had yet to recover. Why was he in such a hurry to take revenge on the Sang family?

nJinghong guessed, “He must think that without the Rakshasa King and with so many high-level Asura Kings dead, the Sang family’s strength is not as good as before. He must annihilate the Sang family before Master Sang refines a new expert.”

nYu Wan nodded thoughtfully. “That’s the plan. The Sang family is sinister and cunning. It’s indeed better to deal with them earlier than later.”

nHowever, the Sikong Clan and the Nether Mountain had also suffered heavy casualties. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been staying in the Chaoyang Hall to recuperate.

n“Does Young Master Sikong know about this?” Yu Wan asked.

nJinghong sighed. “He knows. It’s just that Eldest Young Master couldn’t persuade Master Sikong, so he sent someone to the Chaoyang Hall to report the news. He followed Master Sikong himself.”

nHe was quite filial. It seemed that after this battle, the knot in the father and son’s hearts had been opened a lot. Master Sikong had risked his life to save his eldest son and even entrusted the Sikong family to him before he died. No matter how much resentment Sikong Changfeng had in his heart, it had disappeared.

nYu Wan was relieved that the father and son had let bygones be bygones, but she was also worried about their future situation. Back then, the Sang family had definitely stolen more than one secret manual to refine the Rakshasa King. Whether it was its weapons or even medicinal pills to increase its strength, they were probably all the inheritance of the Sorcerer Clan. Were they, one that had powerful inheritance, really so easy to deal with?

n“What should we do, Madam?” Jinghong asked anxiously. “How long have they been gone?” Yu Wan asked.

n“It’s been five minutes,” Jinghong said.

n“Send someone to chase after them first. If they catch up, say… it’s the ancestor’s idea. Tell them to standby and not act rashly. If they can’t catch up… if they can’t catch up, then we’ll talk about it later. Don’t lose yourself.” Yu Wan didn’t like fearless sacrifices. Every life was precious in her eyes.

nHowever, Jinghong had never taken his life seriously. He was from the Nether Mountain. For the Nether Mountain, he could risk his life without any hesitation. This was the first time someone had told him to live well.

nJinghong wanted to say, Shouldn’t he die for his master? However, he couldn’t say it no matter what.

nHe should have been able to tell long ago that this young lady was different from any master he had ever seen. In her eyes, there did not seem to be any distinction between superior and subordinate, only that they were each doing their duty. Perhaps it was because of this personality that this little body that clearly did not have any martial arts emitted indescribable power.

n“What’s wrong? Is there anything else?” Yu Wan asked when she saw that he did not move.

n“Ah, I’m… I’m fine.” Jinghong came back to his senses and cupped his hands at

nYu Wan. “Then I’ll leave first.”

nYu Wan nodded. “Be careful on the way.”

nYu Wan did not know that this little disciple’s thoughts were racing. She pondered about the Sang family’s matter and unknowingly came to the door of the secret room.

n“Aiya.” She held her stomach with one hand and patted her forehead with the other. “How could I have forgotten that Yan Jiuchao is in seclusion? To disturb him at this time…’

nBefore she could finish her sentence, her stomach moved.

nA certain Xiaosi communicated weakly with her father through the stone door.

nRumble—

nThe stone door opened.

nYu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao in shock.

nYan Jiuchao said, “What happened?”

n“I didn’t disturb you, right?” Yu Wan had heard that it was best not to disturb people when they were cultivating. Otherwise, they would easily go crazy.

nYan Jiuchao said indifferently, “I’m fine. Did those little fellows cause trouble again?”

n“It’s not them, it’s Master Sikong.” Yu Wan told Yan Jiuchao about him killing his way into the Sang family. “Master Sang bleeded the Rakshasa King’s blood and obtained Little Rakshasa’s blood core. Who knows what tricks he will play again? I’m afraid Master Sikong has still underestimated his strength.”

nYu Wan’s guess was right. The action of Master Sikong bringing people to clean up the Sang Manor was dead before they could even take action. Even without the Rakshasa King, with more than half of the Sang Family’s high -level Asura Kings dead, they had somehow refined a terrifying Blood Asura!

nThe Asura King’s strength and the Blood Rakshasa’s recovery ability made this group of experts invincible from the moment they appeared.

nMaster Sikong looked at the one-sided situation and widened his eyes in disbelief.

nHe did not expect the Sang family to be able to take out such a group of experts after being heavily injured. It is over now. In order to destroy the Sang family, he had brought all the elites of the Sikong family. It seemed that he was going to lose the entire battle today!

nMaster Sang stood under the towering plaque and looked at him disdainfully. “I was wondering who was impudent in the Sang family. So it’s you. You want to destroy the Sang family with just you? You’re overestimating yourself!”

nIf Ancestor Sikong had come, he might have been afraid, but what could a few Asura Kings do to him?

nLet him guess why Ancestor Sikong didn’t come.

nCould it be that… in order to save the Rakshasa King, he had also made himself half-dead?

nAlthough Master Sang did not guess the process correctly, he guessed the outcome. It was true that Ancestor Sikong could not circulate his energy to fight in the short term. This was also why Master Sikong made the decision without asking the Ancestor. As for Yan Jiuchao, he had to stay behind to guard the Nether Mountain and could not be easily called away.

nMaster Sang took in the complicated expression that flashed across Master Sikong’s face and laughed three times. “As expected, your Nether Mountain doesn’t have any more experts. If you hadn’t come today, I wouldn’t have known this secret. Very good, after I kill you, I’ll go and settle the Sikong Family and settle the Nether Mountain! ”

nWhat did it mean to take your life when you’re sick? This was it.

nThe Nether Mountain was not so easy to deal with. He was also waiting for an opportunity. Now that Sikong Ye and the Rakshasa King were both injured, there was no more advantageous time.

nMaster Sikong was filled with regret. If he had known earlier, he would have listened to Changfeng and not come to the Sang family to tempt fate. Now, not only might they die, but they would also implicate the ancestor.

nMaster Sikong said to his eldest son, “I’ll stop him. Changfeng, rush back to the

nNether Mountain immediately and escort the Ancestor and the others out!”

nMaster Sang sneered. “Don’t even think about leaving!” With that, he gestured for them to kill without mercy. The experts of the Sang family swarmed up and surrounded Sikong Changfeng.

n“No—” Master Sikong’s expression changed.

nJust as the Sang Family’s Blood Asuras were about to unleash their killing move on Sikong Changfeng, a powerful pressure attacked from not far away. Like invisible ripples, it spread all the way to the center of the battlefield. The Sang Family’s Blood Asuras could not help but pause. In this pause, Sikong Changfeng was saved by a huge internal energy.

n“There are so many experts fighting against a fledgling kid. Only your Sang family would be so shameless.”

nAccompanied by a calm man’s voice, a carriage carried by sixteen disciples of the Chaoyang Hall flashed over at a moderate speed and landed in front of the Sikong Clan’s camp, blocking Master Sikong and Sikong Changfeng behind them.

nThe carriage was luxurious and exquisite, but what was even more exquisite than the carriage was the man in the carriage.

nHe was dressed in a wide black robe. His figure was tall and straight, his face was distinct, and his temperament was like orchids and bamboos. All the men who had seen this scene felt that there was no man more handsome and noble than him in the world. He exuded the aura of a ruler.

nMaster Sang naturally recognized him.

nAncestor Sikong’s little great-grandson-in-law, Yan Jiuchao!

nWhere did this kid come from? Why could he cultivate the Sikong family’s longevity technique? More importantly, after not seeing him for a few days, this kid’s Longevity Technique aura seemed to have become stronger again.

nA bad feeling instinctively surged in Master Sang’s heart. However, the worst thing was not this. After Yan Jiuchao removed his wide sleeve, a little fellow sitting beside him appeared. Who else could it be but Little Rakshasa?

nMaster Sang staggered!

nLittle Rakshasa no longer had any blood core, so how could he still be alive and unscathed? Could it be that… the Rakshasa King had dug out his blood core for him? But even so, he shouldn’t have recovered so quickly! Look at his rosy face, how did he look like he had just lost a blood core not long ago?

nThe moment Little Rakshasa saw Master Sang, he recognized it as the big bastard who drugged him and locked him in a cage. Then, he chased after him and the Rakshasa King. Little Rakshasa bared his teeth fiercely!

nMaster Sang felt like he had seen a ghost. How did this little thing… survive?!

nYan Jiuchao ignored his surprise. He gently dusted his wide sleeves and found a comfortable position on the carriage. He said indifferently to Little Rakshasa, “Take revenge yourself. Do you see those Blood Asuras? Practice on them first.

nDon’t strangle them to death so fast.”

nLittle Rakshasa smirked sinisterly and charged towards the Blood Asuras with a whoosh!

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