Chapter 8: The Treasure That Drove Dou Di Mad
Xiao Yan and Huo Yi stared blankly at the figure shrouded in black Qi, too shocked to speak for a long while.
After a moment, Xiao Yan knitted his brows and fixed his eyes on the figure, a trace of doubt in his gaze.
Judging by the figure's appearance and the black Qi swirling around him, he was most likely a member of the Hun Clan.
Xiao Yan simply had not expected to run into a Hun Clan member as soon as he arrived in an unfamiliar world. It truly took him by surprise.
At the same time, Xiao Yan found himself growing cautious again, just as he had been when he went out to gain experience in the past.
He was not merely wary of the figure shrouded in black mist below him, but of the road that lay ahead.
The Hun Clan was anything but a kind-hearted people. After everything that had happened over the years, Xiao Yan hated them to the bone.
Thus, whenever Xiao Yan encountered a Hun Clan member, he would kill them.
This was not because Xiao Yan was cruel, but because of the experience he had gained from dealing with the Hun Clan over the years, and his own conviction.
"Enemies really do cross paths on a narrow road. I just wiped out one Hun Clan, and now that I've reached another world, the moment I come out, there's another Hun Clan member. The ties between me, Xiao Yan, and you people really do run deep."
Xiao Yan spoke with a cold sneer. Beside him, Huo Yi also gave a cold sneer at the figure shrouded in black Qi.
The two then fell silent, concealed themselves, and quietly watched the two people in the distance.
"Old Ghost Yan Mo, we agreed back then that neither of us would touch what's in here for ten years. You were the one who proposed it! Are you trying to break the agreement between us now?!"
After a moment, the old man in green finally spoke, shouting angrily as Xiao Yan watched.
A hundred zhang across from him, the figure surrounded by black Qi remained completely unmoved. Instead, he looked at the old man in green with a faintly mocking smile beneath his mask, then slowly spoke:
"Yuan Qing, who told you that the people of my Ghost Fiend Gate follow rules? When have you ever seen my Ghost Fiend Gate abide by them? Besides, rules are made to be broken. I'm merely putting that into practice. To think you don't even understand that much. How utterly foolish! Jie jie jie jie!"
Yuan Qing's expression instantly darkened at those words. He naturally knew how shameless the Ghost Fiend Gate was. They had always been a group willing to stop at nothing for their own interests and missions.
Once, in their cruelty and bloodlust, they had even slaughtered everyone in a city outright, all to kill one gravely injured person who had fled inside.
But this time, each side had sent only one person on the mission, and their strength was evenly matched. Yuan Qing had therefore believed that, with his strength, once he made an agreement with Old Ghost Yan Mo, the latter would not dare break it lightly.
He had never expected this fellow to sneak here while he was off guard, intending to claim the mysterious treasure for himself.
After discovering the treasure here, Yuan Qing had not even investigated it.
Old Ghost Yan Mo, however, had already investigated it before Yuan Qing arrived. Only because Yuan Qing had arrived in time had he failed to get his way.
Yet now, Old Ghost Yan Mo had come to steal the treasure from right under his nose. Yuan Qing was both shocked and furious, enraged beyond measure.
First, Old Ghost Yan Mo dared openly disregard his strength, which infuriated him. Second, since Old Ghost Yan Mo dared come alone right under his nose,
That meant the treasure was absolutely extraordinary. Once Old Ghost Yan Mo obtained it, his strength would surely soar, allowing him to overwhelm Yuan Qing.
Then Yuan Qing would surely be no match for him. At that point, not only would he have failed to complete his mission, he would have lost his life as well. The loss truly would outweigh the gain.
At the thought, an unparalleled rage surged toward the heavens from Yuan Qing. He looked at Old Ghost Yan Mo across from him, his eyes nearly spitting fire.
Suddenly, Yuan Qing's presence shot upward, rising without pause. An immensely dense surge of cyan Dou Qi rushed straight into the clouds, stopping only when the surrounding space began to tremble and rumble.
Old Ghost Yan Mo, facing him, merely curled his lips into a cold sneer. With a cold snort, he unleashed a majestic presence that surged into the sky. Gray-black Dou Qi instantly filled the whole world, rising to the same level as Yuan Qing's. Each occupied a portion of the heavens, confronting and crashing against the other.
The moment Xiao Yan saw this from afar, he abruptly swept his sleeve and drew Huo Yi into his body.
Dou Qi surged wildly within him, wrapping his entire body in a shield of light. He drew in his presence and watched the two Dou Di experts called Yuan Qing and Old Ghost Yan Mo with a grave expression. The Dou Qi within him circulated ceaselessly as he prepared to face any sudden development.
Suddenly, Yuan Qing shot forward, the hand seals he formed changing constantly. After darting and shifting through the air several times, he left three afterimages behind him. But he was not finished: his figure continued to flash between the three afterimages. Xiao Yan could vaguely see that the hand seals formed by the three afterimages were constantly changing, and their figures were steadily growing more solid. This was an avatar technique. Although the avatars formed slowly, once they took shape, it would be as though a powerful helper had appeared out of thin air. If the move was successfully executed, its power would surely be formidable.
The moment Old Ghost Yan Mo recognized the move, the corner of his mouth twitched beneath his mask, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly. He could not help bursting into curses. "Nine Revolutions Avatar Art! Yuan Qing, you old undying bastard, it seems you really intend to sever all ties with me!" "Hmph! Old Ghost Yan Mo, spare me your words. You were the one who broke the agreement first, intending to use that treasure to suppress me, yet now you turn around and blame me. Today, even if I have to suffer grave injuries, I'll rid the world of a scourge like you!" Yuan Qing grew more vehement as he spoke, and by the end, his words carried a trace of killing intent. But above all, he simply coveted the mysterious supreme treasure. After all, a supreme treasure that even an expert like Old Ghost Yan Mo was so eager to obtain could hardly be ordinary.
At this point, Old Ghost Yan Mo had no mind to think about such things. Yuan Qing's words startled him, and he looked gravely at the three avatars before him. Had someone else said those words, he might not have believed them. After all, once someone reached their current realm of strength, their physical bodies were already incomparably tough; even inflicting serious injuries was difficult, to say nothing of killing them outright. But coming from Yuan Qing, those words forced him to think carefully.