Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 247: The Power of Tan Tan!
Meng Chaoran frowned and suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp like a sword: “So it’s… the people from Golden Horse Knights Hall!”
“Meng, your vision is indeed keen,” one of the white-clothed individuals said with a cold smile. “It’s a pity that smart people don’t live long.”
“Heh, if you want me to pay with my life, you’d better show some sincerity,” Meng Chaoran replied with a calm smile. “Just relying on your words won't suffice.” As he spoke, he clasped his hands behind his back and stepped forward nonchalantly, saying, “Wu Chengfeng, Wu Chengyun, since it’s just the two of you here, and you’re familiar faces, don’t you plan to introduce us?”
The two names he mentioned were indeed the two emaciated men in black from the Black Blood Alliance, who bore a striking resemblance to each other as they were brothers.
“Meng, we also don’t wish to become enemies with you; we would prefer not to put you in a life-or-death situation. However, your disciple has caused quite a ruckus,” Wu Chengfeng said while stroking his beard, feigning concern.
“Meng, you needn’t waste time waiting for reinforcements. The Sky Tower's Nine Peaks and One Garden are currently under attack!” Wu Chengyun said with a sinister grin. “Only in your case, we’re providing some special treatment.”
Having said this, the brothers smiled at Wu Yunliang and Meng Chaoran, hoping to see panic or anger on their faces. That would be quite a pleasing sight for them.
However, Meng Chaoran remained composed, his expression unchanged, while Wu Yunliang still wore a gentle smile, as if containing a spring-like mirth, showing no signs of concern.
“Don’t you worry at all?” Wu Chengfeng asked in surprise.
“What good is worrying?” Wu Yunliang replied with an easy smile. “Those who deserve to die will die eventually—whether it’s sooner or later, death is inevitable! Worrying does not prevent death. Do you understand what the sect leader means with your intellect?”
“Seeking death!” the Wu brothers shouted in unison.
“Indeed, you are worthy of being a major figure from the Sky Tower. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Sun Jian, and this is my brother Sun Feng, both from the Divine Blade Pavilion, each at the fifth rank of the blade sect,” said the man in red, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, speaking loudly.
“The two brothers Sun… are indeed skilled!” Wu Yunliang elongated the syllable “Sun,” speaking with a teasing tone.
Suddenly, the faces of Sun Jian and Sun Feng turned the same color as their clothes.
“As for the four from the Golden Horse Knights Hall, there’s no need for introductions,” Meng Chaoran said casually. “All four are martial sovereigns; you truly think highly of us.”
“Wrong,” a voice lightly chuckled. “To deal with the master of Chu King of Hell, how could four martial sovereigns suffice? At least eight are needed!” With this voice, four more white-clothed figures gracefully stepped in—three men and one woman.
Eight martial sovereigns, four sect-level experts!
Both Meng Chaoran and Wu Yunliang’s pupils constricted simultaneously.
If it were only these people, the two would still have a chance to escape; however, among the last four who appeared, two exuded a powerful aura, clearly peak martial sovereigns!
The highest cultivation level among them, Wu Yunliang, was merely an eighth-grade martial sovereign; he was still a notch below the opposing force. How could they fight this battle?
“Little junior brother, how long has it been since we fought side by side?” At this moment, Wu Yunliang let out a hearty laugh, suddenly feeling invigorated.
“What? Could it be that senior brother is feeling a bit inspired today?” Meng Chaoran smiled lightly.
“Today, let us unite and fight once more, shall we?” Wu Yunliang stroked his beard with a smile. “Otherwise, it would be a pity to waste the fine wine little junior brother has brought!”