Repugnant Gateway Chapter 160

When Lang Jing was forced to lie on the ground, there wasn't a shred of fear in his mind.

He did not know why he was so calm. He, who was once so afraid of death and lonely, did not feel any fear at this moment.

Faintly, he could see two old wolves walking away in the snow, shoulder to shoulder.

It was as if he had seen them. An Zaihai and the others were waving their arms to bid farewell to him.

The middle-aged fatty's foot heavily landed on the back of Lang Jing's head.

He was a G.o.dly Mt. Xumi cultivator, so he had absolute power that could kill others with respect.

But he couldn't.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAA!

A huge bronze bell flew over from the sky at an oblique angle, as fast as lightning.

The middle-aged fatty's reaction was also extraordinarily fast. He raised his flying sword and shot towards the azure light. In the next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell struck the middle-aged fatty like a heavy hammer, sending him flying.

The ancient bell slowly rotated and floated in the air, protecting Lan Jing.

A figure rushed over like a ghost, crouching down to check on Lang Jing's injuries.

Xiao Qi, who was being held by the middle-aged fatty, fell from the sky. The people who were squatting beside Lang Jing did not turn around. They extended their hands and caught Xiao Qi.

Since the beginning of the war, the desire to kill Fang Bancheng had never been this strong.

Even when he had just entered the city and encountered the sc.u.m of the generous division, even when he was furiously killing Su Feiyun in the run-down courtyard, his killing intent was not as heavy as this.

At this moment, it was as if a sword had left its sheath in the heart of the struggle for peace.

An Zhan simply bandaged Lan Jing's wounds, then he turned around to look at the thin Du who had rushed over. ""Take him back and give him to Xiao Li'er.""

""What about you?"" he asked.

He looked at the middle-aged fatty, who was struggling against the wall with his hands, and the killing intent in his eyes surged like a tide.

""Don't worry about me. Go back and save Lan Jing.""

An Xuan stretched out his hand, and the bell flew over from the sky and landed in his palm.

Skinny Du knew that saving the others was of utmost importance at this time. He ordered his subordinates to carry Little Seven as well, and then ran in the direction of the Heavenly Awakening Sect.

An Xuan slowly walked towards the middle-aged man. The man's expression turned exceptionally unsightly.

He looked at An Zhe and smiled embarra.s.sedly, ""Little brother, is there a misunderstanding between you and me?""

He didn't even want to say a word.

As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to step back, holding on to the wall.

An Zeng's footsteps were not hurried, but his light footsteps were like thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fatty's heart, causing his blood flow to become chaotic.

""I am a member of the Gao Family.""

The middle-aged fatty suppressed the fear in his heart as he racked his brain to think of a way to overcome this hurdle.

""Little brother, you also know how powerful the Gao Clan is in Fang Gu City. Of course, it's not just in Fang Gu City, but in the entire Great Yan Clan, even outside of the Great Yan Clan, the Gao Clan's influence is very great.

""Today's matter is indeed a bit of a misunderstanding. I feel very guilty for injuring your friend, so why don't we each take a step back. If there's anything else that can be used in the future for the Gao Family, just say it.""

The middle-aged fatty kept backing away, trying to alleviate the danger in front of him: ""I seem to recognize you, perhaps we have even worked together in the past, of course you also know the style of our Gao Family. You would rather make a friend than have an enemy.""

An Zeng still didn't say anything, he just walked step by step towards the middle-aged fatty.

The middle-aged fatty could feel the aura of death emanating from An Zhe. He couldn't understand why the killing intent exuding from a young man would be so heavy.

In a daze, he actually imagined himself seeing the image of a terrifying berserk beast appear behind An Zhe. The expression of that berserk beast was exactly the same as An Zhe's eyes.

With a ""pa"" sound, the middle-aged fatty stepped on a piece of rock and staggered.

He thought that An Zhe would take this opportunity to attack, so he desperately released his cultivation base. The surrounding walls were shattered and collapsed from the impact of his power.

Even the roof of a house a dozen meters away was blown away by the wild dance.

The berserk cultivation power gradually dispersed, and the flying dust slowly descended.

An Zeng's body pa.s.sed through the thick smoke and dust. His slender and straight body seemed to walk out from within the fog.

Still no words.

Just as the panting fatty straightened his back, he was grabbed by the neck with a ""pa"" sound. He wanted to say something else, but was unable to utter a single word.

The strength of that hand almost suffocated him.

Then, he felt himself being lifted up by An Xuan. Looking down from above, An Xuan's eyes were even more terrifying.

He didn't know when, but the sky was gradually filled with dark clouds.

When the first raindrop fell from the sky, a bolt of lightning exploded like a sword stabbing into the earth.

In the instant that the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fatty finally saw An Xuan's face.

The name exploded in his mind like a bolt of lightning in the sky.

""An vying … You are the Heavenly Awakening Sect's An vying!"" ""An vying … You are the Heavenly Awakening Sect's An vying!""

The middle-aged fatty struggled to utter those words in a hoa.r.s.e voice.

He had heard many things about the struggle for peace and had specifically gone to see what it looked like. However, as time pa.s.sed by, the expression on his face gradually became more and more blurry.

Moreover, An Zhe was never a youth so beautiful that others would never forget him. He did not have such a dazzling appearance.

In the twinkling of an eye, the middle-aged fatty saw An Chou slowly lift up his other hand, then grab onto his arm.

An Zhe's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning.

He looked into the middle-aged fatty's eyes and enunciated each word clearly, ""This matter will begin with you.""

Self-starter?

The middle-aged fatty was confused for a moment. He did not understand what An Zhe meant by those words.

However, he didn't have the time to think about it … With a ""kacha"" sound, his arm was directly torn off by An Dou.

An Xuan tore off the middle-aged fatty's left arm. Then, he grabbed onto the fatty's right arm and pulled it downwards. A stream of blood gushed out from the wound, dying An Xuan's clothes red.

An Xuan casually threw away the severed arm, then threw the middle-aged fatty to the ground.

""Where?""

Anjou asked.

The middle-aged fatty was in so much pain that he nearly fainted. He didn't even hear An Zhe's question clearly.

An Zhan walked over like a demon and stomped on Fatty's left leg, crus.h.i.+ng it.

Broken bones gouged out from the flesh, and the wound looked so ferocious that it caused people to shudder even though it wasn't cold.

""Where is it?""

The middle-aged fatty wailed in pain before subconsciously replying, ""It's right in front, the Gao Family's casino.""

The rain gradually got heavier. An Zaiyi grabbed the middle-aged fatty's ankle and walked away in the rain, step by step.

He walked through the last of the pre-dawn darkness, through the rain, and out of the Gao casino.

At this moment, the employees of the casino were cleaning up the corpses in the room. When they saw An Zhe dragging Fatty to the entrance, everyone was shocked.

An Zeng dragged the fat middle-aged man into the room. The fat man's body was dragged past the stairs and doorsteps, his head hitting against the door again and again. Meanwhile, the fat man had already fainted long ago.

He looked at the broken leg of the stool beside him, then bent down and picked it up.

The clerks looked at each other. No one knew what was going on.

However, they were certain of one thing. This youth who looked as ferocious as an ancient primordial beast was here to kill someone.

The workers looked at each other. Under the immense pressure, they chose to escape.

The dozen or so people scattered in all directions, fleeing in different directions.

Andersen began to kill, catching up with one of the men from behind. The wrist-thick leg of the stool poked through the man's back and out of his heart.

Blood instantly dyed the wood red, and viscous blood dripped down the leg of the stool.

An Zou kicked the corpse away, then caught up to the second a.s.sistant and smashed his head with the stick.

The fastest laborer ran to the window, but before he could jump out, his legs were broken by An Zhe's pole, and then his heart was pierced by the pole.

At this moment, the broken leg of the stool had become the most ferocious killing weapon.

The room was soon filled with more corpses, leaving only the last of the clerks kneeling and s.h.i.+vering.

Ann dragged a chair over and sat in the doorway to the casino. Then she pointed out with her b.l.o.o.d.y stool leg.

The shop a.s.sistant didn't react at first, but when he did, he scrambled out of the casino.

The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, so much so that one couldn't see the streets clearly.

He sat quietly on a chair, the leg of the stool in his hand covered in blood and flesh.

Roughly a few minutes later, more than a dozen armed men rushed in from outside the door. They took a glance at the bodies in the room, then rushed towards An Zeng while roaring.

An Zeng raised his hand and pointed forward. The bronze bell flew over, and a crisp sound rang out.

Sonic waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly killed by the powerful cold.

The skulls shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.

A few minutes later, an old man in his fifties walked in from outside. He looked at the dead body in the room, then looked at the fight on the chair.

The old man hesitated for a moment before clasping his hands together. ""This little brother, I am Gao Shan. I can still say a few words in the Gao Family. May I ask what happened to cause you to start such a ma.s.sacre in my Gao Family's casino?""

If there's anything wrong with the Gao Family, say it.

""If you came here on purpose to cause trouble, I'm afraid you won't end up well either.""

An Zeng swung his arm backwards, and the wooden pole flew out, smas.h.i.+ng a huge hole through the wall with a loud boom.

Inside the room, more than a dozen bound children cried out in fear and struggled to get together. Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked outside.

An Zeng raised his head and looked at the mountain ranges. ""You said that I started a ma.s.sacre?""

Un … you are correct in this sentence. ""

His eyes turned cold as the bronze bell flew towards the mountains.

With just a glance, he could tell how powerful the bell was. With his forty years of cultivation, he didn't dare to receive it head-on.

This bell was given to him by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Old Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon.

An Zeng didn't understand what a magic device was, but An Zhe was like a demon right now.

He pushed his hands forward and a bronze mirror appeared in front of him.

There were complicated patterns on the surface of the copper mirror, and there seemed to be a faint steam that was like the waves of the ocean. It was obvious that it wasn't ordinary.

With An An's fighting eyesight, it was obvious that this item was a medium-grade red grade magic item, which was hard to come by.

But in front of the bronze bell, this copper mirror that was difficult to obtain, could not even hold on for two seconds.

This old man's strength was above the fifth level of the Sumeru Constellation. He was far more powerful than An Zaiyue, but in terms of magic tools, his magic tools were incomparable to An Zaiyue's magic tools.

Even if their power was weak, their magical equipment was more than sufficient to make up for it.

With a bang, the copper mirror split open.

The mountains were tall, but they had been knocked backwards by the impact.

However, before the mountains could fly out of the room, An Zhe's body had already arrived.

The mountains were the first to leave the room, and Anjou grabbed them by the ankles and pulled them back into the house.

As he stood in front of the door, he saw that the rain was already full of people.

The street was densely packed with the big men in black from the Gao Family, each of them carrying a long saber.

In the face of the lightning, the light reflected from the hundreds of sabers was so cold.

Under the gaze of the hundreds of men, he was dragged back into the room by the ankles, and then he picked up half a bronze mirror from the floor and plunged it into the forehead of the mountain.

Blood spurted out, splas.h.i.+ng all over An Zeng's face, but he didn't care in the slightest.

Leaving the bodies of the mountains in the doorway, he went back to his chair and sat down.

The crowd surged and then people began to issue orders.

Following that, countless men in black began to attack the casino. The windows were shattered and the door was pulled down. Dozens of people rushed in at the same time.

Crossbow, dart, and all kinds of hidden weapons were the first to rush in and shoot towards An Zeng.

The bronze bell began to ring, and a thick layer of azure light enveloped An Zeng. All of the hidden weapons were blocked by the azure light and then shot back.

Those concealed weapons were like bullets, causing the large man who rushed in to overturn a layer.

Without the door and the window, the rain began to pour into the house, then carried the blood back to the street, the ground dark red.

Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but they were stopped by a sudden carriage.

A young man in a white brocade robe got out of the carriage with a long spear in his hand.

This person wore white clothes and had a silver spear, looking extremely das.h.i.+ng and das.h.i.+ng.

From his appearance, he appeared to be around twenty years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his body was as straight as the silver spear in his hand.

He walked to the door, clasping his silver spear and greeting, ""Sect Master An, how are you?""

An Zhan shook his head, ""There's less people killed, so it's not good enough.""

The young man in white smiled bitterly: ""From the looks of it, this matter is probably due to some accident that happened in our Gao Family.""

There are some sc.u.m who do evil in the name of the Gao Family, but we ourselves do not detect it.

""No matter what, this matter has a huge impact on the Gao Family.""

""So you intend to suppress this matter and pretend that nothing happened?""

The young man shook his head, ""No, no, no, that's not what the Gao Family meant … I'm called Goldman Sachs, and I can represent the Gao Family.""

Was Master An still not satisfied with the current situation?

You've killed enough people, so the anger in your heart must have been vented out.

""The Gao Clan can ignore this matter. I hope that Sect Master An will stop here as well.""

An Zhan suddenly started laughing, the smile on the corner of his mouth so cold: ""There's something you're wrong about … It's not that your Gao Family doesn't care about it, it's me.""

""Not only should I think about it, I should think about it even more.""

He lifted his hand and hooked his fingers. ""Take two more steps forward.""

Goldman's face changed, and his eyes flashed with fury.

He took a step forward with the silver gun in his hand, but then looked up into Anjou's eyes.

At this moment, he felt that he had been defeated after fifteen years of cultivation.

He did not make a move, nor did An Xuan. However, he had been defeated in such a miserable and miserable manner.