CHAPTER 748: CHAPTER 753 TANG YAN’S REVENGE

Zhu Hong?

Xia Yue curiously said: "Ling Cheng, how could you suspect Zhu Hong? Zhu Hong is just an ordinary person. Do you think he has the ability to kill Tong Nan and Song Yi? Let alone those two, anyone from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion could easily handle him."

Ling Chen touched his nose and replied, "I’m just suspicious, I haven’t confirmed anything. Just take it as a casual remark; it’s not to be taken seriously."

During the conversation, a sudden ’bang bang bang’ knocking sound came from the door.

"I’ll go and open the door."

Wei Jiahao stood up and quickly walked towards the door. However, before Wei Jiahao could open it, a ’thud’ was heard, and the door was violently kicked open, sending the door and its frame flying straight toward Wei Jiahao’s body.

This sudden turn of events startled everyone. Fortunately, Wei Jiahao’s martial arts foundation was solid. Seeing the flying door coming at him, he clenched his fists tightly, like twin dragons soaring from the sea, and fiercely blasted the door apart, splitting it in two.

"Who is it?"

Qiu Yong quickly stood up and focused on the door, only to see a person entering. It was Tang Yan, whom they had seen before.

At this moment, Tang Yan’s face was filled with rage, his eyes cold and murderous, holding a steel sword in his hand, he charged in fiercely and glared at Qiu Yong and the others, shouting, "Who is Ling Chen? Show yourself!"

Ling Chen slightly furrowed his brows and looked at Tang Yan, asking, "I am Ling Chen. Elder Tang, what is this about?"

"What is this about?" Tang Yan stared at Ling Chen’s face, grinding his teeth angrily, "You dare ask me what I’m here for. Ling, you killed my disciple; now surrender your life!"

As the words fell, Tang Yan flicked his wrist and lightly tapped with his toes, instantly turning into a gust of wind and closing in on Ling Chen, thrusting his sword towards Ling Chen’s forehead.

If the thrust landed, Ling Chen would stand no chance of survival.

Seeing the blade approaching, Ling Chen’s eyes widened, and his back was covered in cold sweat. Because his injuries had not yet recovered, even though he wanted to dodge, his body could not keep up with his reaction.

"Stop!"

Seeing Ling Chen in danger, Qiu Yong shouted thunderously, taking three steps in two, quickly rushed to Ling Chen’s side, and threw a fierce punch that hit right at the body of the steel sword.

Struck by Qiu Yong’s punch, the trajectory of Tang Yan’s sword immediately deviated, stabbing towards Ling Chen’s cheek instead.

Seeing this, Ling Chen quickly turned his head to the side. In an instant, the sword’s tip grazed his left cheek, leaving a long, bloody mark.

Had Ling Chen not reacted in time, that sword would have pierced through his cheek.

But feeling the cold of the sword’s edge, Ling Chen was still shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat instantly, and he was stunned, taking a moment to recover.

Seeing Ling Chen injured, Qiu Yong and the others were immediately infuriated.

This Tang Yan, completely unreasonable, launched an attack as soon as he entered, with lethal moves aiming to kill Ling Chen on the spot. As one of the "Eight Eccentric Masters," they could not tolerate such treatment.

Failing with the first strike, Tang Yan continued stepping rapidly, bypassing Qiu Yong’s block, moving to Ling Chen’s side, and preparing to continue his assault.

However, before Tang Yan could strike, the other people in the room had already reacted, rushing to Ling Chen’s side and joining forces to block Tang Yan’s attack.

"Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, take good care of our Ling Cheng. Leave this old guy to us to deal with," Yuan Yun waved his steel blade and stood in line with Qiu Yong and Xu Ming, protecting Ling Chen behind them.

Tang Yan assessed Qiu Yong, who was leading the group, and coldly said, "Qiu Yong, I know you. Out of consideration for your age, I won’t make things difficult for you all. Just hand Ling Chen over to me, and I’ll let you go immediately."

Qiu Yong sneered and replied, "Tang Yan, you really overrate yourself. Do you think you command such respect? We are the Eight Eccentric Masters, united as one. If you want to harm a hair on my Ling Cheng, then prepare to join your disciple in the underworld."

Hearing these words, Tang Yan sneered disdainfully, "Just with you? Fine, since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Yan flicked his wrist and with a series of crisp sword clangs, his steel sword shot out, thrusting straight towards Qiu Yong.

But before Tang Yan could close in on Qiu Yong, a fierce gust of wind suddenly shot over, aiming directly at Tang Yan’s face.

Feeling the lethal gust, Tang Yan’s face immediately changed color as he hurriedly backed away, lightly waving the steel sword in front of him.

Clang!

With a clear sound, Tang Yan’s steel sword trembled violently.

At the same time, an arrow fell from the sky, landing right beside Tang Yan’s foot.

Looking up, Zhang Zhongfeng was seen standing in the corner of the room, maintaining a relative distance, holding a longbow in hand and still clutching another arrow.

The Archer God, Zhang Zhongfeng!

Tang Yan’s pupils tightened slightly, and his old face instantly turned ugly.

Among the eight eccentrics, the most famous was undoubtedly Zhang Zhongfeng.

Archer God Zhang Zhongfeng, the only one capable of killing Earthly List experts with bow and arrow. Within a certain range, Zhang Zhongfeng was almost the nightmare of Earthly List experts.

This is bad!

Tang Yan frowned, he had been too impulsive earlier, only focusing on taking Ling Chen’s life and had forgotten about the presence of Zhang Zhongfeng.

While pondering, Yuan Yun and Xia Yue rushed over from both sides, with a knife and a sword, their attacks sharp and direct, aiming for Tang Yan’s vital points.

"Scram!"

Tang Yan barked coldly, his steel sword swinging fiercely, slashing horizontally to force Yuan Yun and Xia Yue back. However, before his sword could fully swing, he heard a ’clang,’ and Tang Yan’s steel sword was struck by an arrow again. The blade had not yet swung out before being knocked back by the arrow.

With his swordsmanship disrupted, Tang Yan couldn’t make a new move in time as Yuan Yun and Xia Yue closed in, attacking respectively from the middle and upper routes.

Seeing the knife and sword approaching, Tang Yan did not dare to take them lightly and quickly retreated a few steps, wielding his steel sword to parry Yuan Yun’s attack.

However, although Yuan Yun’s steel knife was repelled, Xia Yue’s Mother-Child Sword remained sharp, thrusting straight towards Tang Yan’s eyes.

Xia Yue’s expression was cold, showing no intention of holding back.

Hmph!

As the sword edge approached, Tang Yan twisted his waist, raising his hand in a countermove, and flicked lightly with his fingers, hitting the blade squarely.

With a ’ting,’ Xia Yue’s Mother-Child Sword was immediately deflected.

But Tang Yan still overlooked one thing—Xia Yue was using a Mother-Child Sword. Although the long sword was deflected, the short sword hidden in Xia Yue’s palm went unnoticed.

Before Tang Yan could react, he felt a pain in his arm. His sleeve was slashed, skin cut open, and blood flowed out gurglingly through the wound, instantly staining the sleeve red.

Pain flooding in, Tang Yan’s old face changed color in an instant, his eyes filled with murderous intent, fierce and threatening.

"Seeking death!"