The Sutuoluo Clan and the two elders of the Sun Family broke through the Ghost-Guarding Cellar's formation and pursued him from the mist. At that moment, He Moheng's cloak unfurled like the wings of a demonic bird, revealing numerous human faces sewn into it—men and women, young and old. The long cloak was pulled back—
All the faces opened their mouths wide at once. The violent sonic shock dispelled the yellow smoke on He Ping's body and also created a strong ripple that shook the souls of several cultivators behind He Moheng. The tall and thin Sun Zhengong and the slightly fat elder Sun Qigong on the other side both suppressed the urge to cover their ears, knowing that He Moheng was using sonic Devil Cultivation Method.
"You scoundrel, surrender now, or I will truly take action, and all your cultivation will be destroyed. Once I capture you, you will suffer the unspeakable torture of being slowly sliced to death!"
He Moheng was the number one warrior of the Pituoluo Tribe, and he always thought highly of himself. Apart from Nanu Zhenyu of the Sutuo tribe, who subdued him with his profound cultivation, no one else could catch his eye. He used his demonic sound to disperse the yellow smoke on He Ping's body, and then saw the man fall into a mountain below. This mountain was covered with a lush forest, and in the center of the forest was a clearing. As soon as the yellow smoke dissipated, the man descended like a large bird.
"Hehe, this person has nowhere to run."
He Moheng, protecting Nanu Hutu with one hand, saw this scene, let out a sinister laugh, and his escape light pressed down on the mountain below.
Masters Wugesa, Suotula, and Dabaer, along with the second elder of the Sun Family, also used their escape techniques and landed within the area. As soon as they landed, they each took a position, surrounding He Ping completely.
"Send the signal!"
As soon as Sun Zhengong and Sun Qigong Human Escape, they took out a copper pipe. With a loud bang, the copper pipe seemed to ignite fireworks and firecrackers, exploding into a blaze of crimson flames that shot into the sky, bursting into thousands of dazzling lights.
On the eastern side of the island, several streaks of light shot up. These were cultivators who had been cultivating in seclusion within the Sun Family's fortress. Upon receiving the signal, they let out a long roar and surged forward, creating a truly powerful sound like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.
"Who dares to trespass on my Flying Ray Island!"
Sun Yuangong, the head of the Sun Family, was a former subordinate of " Zhang Jiubao ". He had achieved great success in cultivation and possessed the art of preserving his youth. Although he looked to be in his sixties or seventies, he now appeared to be only thirty years old.
As soon as he appeared, he brought seven or eight cultivators from the Sun Family, who also descended from the sky and surrounded He Ping from all directions, working together with "Sea Wolf" He Moheng and others to trap He Ping on this mountain.
"You little thief, you can't escape!"
He Moheng grinned maliciously, and the others also turned solemn. Sun Yuangong, the head of the Sun Family, smiled slightly and said loudly, "Although I don't know who you are, things have come to this point, so don't resist. Anyone who wants to take anything from my Sun Family's Flying Ray Island will have to pay a heavy price."
"Cost?"
Just then, a slightly aged voice rang out.
"I'm truly curious. What law in the world did I, Zhang Jiubao, break by retrieving my own things? And what price will I have to pay?"
"That voice?"
Upon hearing the hoarse old voice, Sun Yuangong suddenly froze. The voice was quite familiar, even reminding him of his life on Black Cry Island decades ago.
Following the sound, he turned his eyes to the other side of the mountain and saw a Green-Robed Person leap and fly over the treetops, sleeves fluttering, before gracefully landing beside He Ping.
"Long time no see, old friend. Do you still recognize this old man Zhang Jiubao?"
Chixinzi drifted down, his clothes fluttering to reveal a smiling face—a human skin mask, eerie and pale.
Zhang Jiubao never showed his true face. He usually wore a crudely made human skin mask, and even the other bandits on Black Cry Island did not know his true face.
" Sun Chenxin, head of the Black Cry Island Punishment Hall... Heh heh, no, I should call you Sun Yuangong now, the head of the Sun Family, right? Come to think of it, how long has it been since we last met? Head of the Sun Family, do you not recognize who I am?"
Upon seeing that familiar face, Sun Yuangong's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
'It's the bandit leader, it really is him. It really is Zhang Jiubao! But... he... no, was he really dead back then? Or did he just fake his death to escape?'
Sun Yuangong was also baffled by Zhang Jiubao's recent reappearance. He didn't know if Zhang Jiubao was really dead, but he didn't believe the rumors circulating recently because the other party's style of doing things was somewhat different from the Zhang Jiubao.
However, the Green-Robed Person who appeared before him filled him with a sense of dread. This man seemed to be Zhang Jiubao from before. Could it be that he had really returned?
--No, it's possible this person is an imposter, but if it is, aside from their appearance, their arrogant and domineering aura is indeed characteristic of the Black Cry bandit leader. People can impersonate others, but can they truly replicate their everyday behavior, speech, and language habits so perfectly?
"You are Zhang Jiubao of the Black Bandits!"
At this moment, Nanu Hutu loudly and asked, "Let me ask you, do you possess the secret of the Mysterious Mysterious Palace on Nine Slaughter Island? Zhang Jiubao, if you hand over the item to our Sutuoluo Clan, I will bestow upon you wealth and honor!"
!"
"Grant me wealth and honor..."
Upon hearing this, Chixinzi couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Nanu Hutu frowned and rebuked sharply, " Zhang Jiubao, what are you laughing at?"
" Nanu Hutu me for a fool?"
Chixinzi stopped laughing, his expression becoming all smiles, but a cold glint flashed in his tiger-like eyes, revealing no trace of amusement.
"I used to be a powerful figure in this region, with all sorts of wealth. The Mysterious Mysterious Palace on Nine Slaughter Island holds a righteous cultivation method, as well as countless cultivation resources and heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Don't even mention your Sutuoluo Clan, even if the seven great remnant clans were combined, what could they possibly offer in exchange?"
Chixinzi grinned, revealing his gleaming teeth. His voice was cold and sharp, and the icy glint in his eyes grew ever stronger. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, chillingly cold.
"An exchange isn't impossible. I'll capture you today and have your heroic father Nanu Zhenyu, exchange your treasured Sutara People Brahma Wheel Scripture for it. That's not out of the question!"
Upon hearing this, Nanu Hutu into a rage, his face turning a blood-red hue, and "Sea Wolf" He Hengmo beside him also roared in anger.
" Zhang Jiubao, you old scoundrel, I think you've lost your mind! Take action and seize this man first!"
"Well..."
Sun Yuangong's mind raced for a few moments, then he shook his head helplessly, took a step forward, and Chixinzi said to Chi Xinzi, "Leader of the Thieves, I don't want to make things difficult for you. If you hand over the secrets of the Mysterious Mysterious Palace today, I can promise to let you leave Flying Ray Island on your own."
" Sun Yuangong, are you speaking to me like that?"
Chixinzi's expression suddenly changed, and he grinned maliciously, baring his teeth.
"And what are you? You're nothing but a lackey I used to keep. Is it amusing for a dog to bark and howl in front of me? But you certainly know how to find a master. After I faked my death, you went after that Nanu Zhenyu. A dog is a dog after all. This servile nature of finding a master is innate. You're truly a lowly bastard!"
"You?"
Sun Yuangong's expression changed, his face turning red and then white with anger.
Chixinzi's words were extremely insulting. Even the most well-mannered person might not be able to tolerate such an insult.
"People must first humiliate themselves before others humiliate them... Zhang Jiubao, with your arrogance and conceit, I don't think you'll make it through today!"
Having cultivated for many years, Sun Yuangong quickly calmed down, his face as cold as ice.
"That's right, he won't get past this hurdle today... I'm going to peel off this old guy's face and keep it as my trophy!"
"Hailang" He Hengmo chuckled, while Nanu Hutu beside him, who was used to living a life of luxury and being fawned upon, was now looking down on by someone. His face was gloomy and his eyes were filled with malice as he plotted various wicked schemes.
"Tsk tsk, buddy, did you see that? This group looks like they've got us cornered!"
Chixinzi pretended to sing a duet with He Ping, squinting as he looked at everyone present, and chuckled strangely.
"It's one thing for them to look down on this old man, but they even look down on you. I say, brother, can you really stand it?"
So what if I look down on you?
Master Wugesa's voice was both hoarse and shrill, like the sound of an owl in the forest.
"With me and He Hengmo here, neither of you will have a chance to survive until dawn!"
"Good!"
He Ping simply said "okay" indifferently.
boom!
His internal Qi and Blood surged violently, coursing through his body with the sound of surging waves.
In the blink of an eye, accompanied by the flow of Qi and Blood, white bones emerged from his chest and abdomen, and then quickly covered his torso, limbs, neck, and head.
At the same time, sharp bone spurs grew out from his back, arms, outer legs, and shoulders, transforming him into a skeletal demon god. The ferocious bone spurs made his form even more terrifying.
"Old dog, you'd better be the first to die!"
He Ping's eyes gleamed with a sinister blue light. Master Wugesa was terrified when he was swept by his gaze, and he let out a shrill scream.
Swish!
With a gentle exertion of his strength, He Ping's entire armor emitted a series of crackling sounds, and streaks of fire shot out from the bone spikes. He shot out like lightning, his figure so fast that it almost dissipated and became unrecognizable, leaving only a blurry white shadow. In that instant, he even exceeded the reflexes of everyone present.
His right hand was covered with a layer of bone, and his five sharp fingers gleamed with golden light. With a single grasp, a beating heart fell into his palm.
"Useless trash! You couldn't even withstand one of my attacks!"
He Ping flashed and returned to his original position like a ghost, crushing the heart with a forceful squeeze of his hand.
"You... you... you!"
Wugesa clutched the bloody hole in his chest. His whole body convulsed, his face was ashen, his mouth gaped open, his bloodshot eyes bulged, and as his facial features gradually distorted, he slowly knelt down in agony... knelt down, and finally fell backward!
He died just like that!
" Wugesa... Master!"
A hint of horror flashed in Nanu Hutu's eyes, and his body trembled violently.
The moment Wugesa died, everyone present changed their expressions, filled with shock and anger.