Supreme Martial God of the City-Chapter 161 - 158: Reunion, Soul-shattering Encounter (Seeking monthly tickets, recommendation tickets and subscriptions)

Chapter 161: Chapter 158: Reunion, Soul-shattering Encounter (Seeking monthly tickets, recommendation tickets and subscriptions)

(This Chapter is to fulfill the promise of ten additional Chapters, not the three for today. Today’s three Chapters will be released together, albeit a bit later.)

After walking for another three or four hours, Ye Tian and company finally arrived at the outskirts of Coffin Mountain, beyond which lay the forbidden territory of the village people.

"Gentlemen, I cannot go any further. This is a rule passed down through generations. Kill me if you wish, but I will not break it!"

The elderly village chief stood his ground, his face showing an expression of indignation.

"Big sis, should we take care of this old man?"

A black-clad bodyguard made a slicing gesture across his neck.

Contrary to their expectations that the old man would be terrified, he remained steadfast, displaying a fearless demeanor. It was clear he had no intention of moving forward.

Zeng Shan and his group were indeed seasoned veterans. Upon arriving at this eerie place, their first thought was to mark their way to prevent getting lost.

Ye Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes shining like stars, with faint traces of two hexagrams swirling within them, gazing toward the depths of Coffin Mountain.

A shroud of black mist lingered, and the trees by the roadside were all dark, forming an array like Yin Soldiers. The guide of Huangquan, the black crow, fixed its dark gaze on the dead souls.

"The sinister energy is overwhelming, and this place is highly ominous. The endless malevolent spirits are heading towards the depths of Coffin Mountain, foreboding unpredictable dangers," Ye Tian said worriedly as he gazed into the distance.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Zeng Shan, you finally came. You must have brought my token!"

Upon hearing this mocking voice, Ye Tian frowned slightly and looked over.

It was a young man with sharp, hawk-like eyes and the corners of his mouth always slightly upturned, like a hidden lion.

"Zhao Lei, you bastard dare to show up in front of me."

"It’s one thing to send people to hunt me down, but now coming here specifically to meet me? I don’t have that kind of influence."

Seeing the enemy who almost killed him, Zeng Shan lost his usual composure and rushed over, pointing at Zhao Lei and cursing loudly.

Despite being cursed at, Zhao Lei’s face betrayed no anger; instead, his smile grew even wider. However, Zhao Hui and the others behind him couldn’t bear it any longer and stepped forward.

"Zeng Shan, how dare you talk to our young master like that? It seems you don’t want to live. Grab him!"

Zhao Hui, having suffered a loss of face before, wouldn’t let this opportunity to regain it slip by.

It wasn’t surprising that Zhao Hui was so bold, with Ye Tian currently standing on a hill with his back to Zhao Lei and his men; it was normal for Zhao Hui not to notice him.

Zhao Lei didn’t stop Zhao Hui; after all, the ants had no right to resist. He smiled as he walked toward Black Rose and the others.

"The famous Black Rose, it’s said that seeing is better than hearing. You’re indeed very beautiful!"

There was no respect in Zhao Lei’s words; instead, his tone was full of teasing.

"So it’s Mr. Zhao. I heard Mr. Zhao’s 70th birthday is coming up. Aren’t you afraid you won’t make it back to celebrate it by coming here now?"

Black Rose replied fearlessly.

"Ha ha, there’s no place in this desolate Northwest where I, Zhao Lei, cannot go. Miss Rose underestimates Mr. Zhao too much."

Zhao Lei still smiled, showing his deep-seated cunning.

Black Rose didn’t reply, maintaining her lofty goddess demeanor, leaving Zhao Lei, who had been ready with his words, speechless and quite frustrated.

On the hillside below, there was quite a commotion, but Zhao Lei and Black Rose seemed disinclined to make a move, as a two-party struggle was better than a three-way one.

"Zhao Hui, do you think it’s right to bully the outnumbered? If you have the guts, come at me. Let Old Zeng go!"

The brawniest Old Tie stepped forward, grappling with Zhao Hui and his men.

"So what if we are bullying the few with many? Beat us if you can, otherwise get lost!"

Zhao Hui shouted loudly, afraid that others wouldn’t hear.

"Young Master Zhao, your men are very much like you!"

Black Rose said with a smile.

"No, no, quite the contrary. They have served our Zhao Family for many years and are true loyal dogs. Yours?"

Zhao Lei seemed to smile but his words had a hidden meaning as he looked at Black Rose.

The group of black-clad bodyguards clenched their fists, itching to rush up and beat Zhao Lei to a pulp.

"Are you sure?"

A lazy voice reached Zhao Hui and the others, but it sounded like rolling thunder, like the roar of a Demon God.

Ye Tian slowly descended the hill, with a faint smile on his face as he looked at Zhao Hui and the others, appearing harmless.

Seeing the familiar face, Zhao Hui immediately released Zeng Shan, thinking to himself, "F***, even this devil showed up. My mouth is really cursed."

At this moment, Zhao Hui and his men gave themselves a couple of their favorite slaps. Truly jinxed; would they get beaten again?

Thinking of this, Zhao Hui and his men involuntarily took steps back, creating a bizarre scene where a young man walked forward smiling while a group of burly men retreated.

Zhao Hui wiped the sweat off his face, followed by the others, their legs trembling as they swallowed their saliva.

"Zhao Hui, what are you doing? Cowardly? Shivering for nothing!"

Zhao Lei shouted at Zhao Hui, unable to bear the sight of such cowardice from his men.

"Young Master, he’s the one!"

Zhao Hui shouted loudly.

"Oh?"

Zhao Lei seemed to understand, adjusting his expression to smile as he headed down.

"I’m just walking over. Don’t be afraid. I’m so weak, how could I possibly beat you?"

Ye Tian walked over to Zeng Shan, showing an innocent look.

"Bullshit, you beat us half to death with a pair of chopsticks last time and still say that? You’re no human, you’re a devil!"

Zhao Hui couldn’t believe Ye Tian’s words.

"So you’re the master, young and promising!"

Zhao Lei ran over to shake Ye Tian’s hand.

But Ye Tian, discerning his hidden malice, turned and called Zeng Shan to the hillside, not sparing Zhao Lei a glance.

Zhao Lei was ignored, his smile stiffened on his face, his eye twitching as he shouted at Zhao Hui, "Hurry over here, stop retreating, you bunch of useless trash!"

Black Rose, who had been watching Ye Tian with contempt, now scrutinized him closely, seeing no trace of Martial Arts in him. He seemed so average, definitely not a master.

"Could he be a Cross Training expert? But so young, it’s impossible. His hands are so fair, his skin could be pinched. How could he be practicing External Martial Arts?"

Black Rose was puzzled, unable to figure it out.

At this moment, Old Tie and Old Shui finally understood why Old Zeng revered Young Master Ye so much. He was indeed a master at such a young age, surely destined for greatness, this was a thigh to hold onto firmly.

"Boss Zeng, the young master said you have the token to open that door. Would you consider teaming up? Whoever puts in the most effort gets the biggest share."

Black Rose walked up the hill, no longer with her previous aloof attitude, speaking as an equal.

In the depths of Coffin Mountain, black mist churned, and the banging noises startled the black crow away.

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