Chapter 268: Suppressed with a Flip of the Hand

Observing the Snowy Domain with shock, the Dou Qi of Hun Tu, Gu Dao, and the others had already begun to circulate instinctively; this scene far exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Eight-Star Peak?!" Although their strength was lacking, they were all well-informed individuals; Xiao Han's current aura was at least Eight-Star Peak, and as for the higher level of Nine-Star, they were unwilling to speculate.

Looking at the figure before him who had shown not the slightest panic from beginning to end, Hun Tu felt cold sweat seep from his forehead, yet he said viciously: "I never expected that Ice Saint had been hiding his strength all this time; I just wonder what his intentions are."

"Could it be that he intends to take us Ancient Race down a peg?"

Facing Hun Tu's attempt to drag other Ancient Race members into the water, Xiao Han's expression remained unchanged as he spoke to himself:

"I have no interest in the petty affairs of you Ancient Race."

"But those little ones from the Ling Clan are disciples of my Langya Pavilion."

"I am protecting them!"

Glancing indifferently at the people struggling to resist the bone-chilling cold, Xiao Han's tone rose slightly: "Do you understand?"

At this moment, Gu Dao bowed slightly toward Xiao Han and said with a bitter smile: "My clan has always been on good terms with the Ling Clan; this time, it was only out of concern for the safety of the Ling Clan's younger generation that I was dispatched here."

"Since Ice Saint possesses heaven-defying strength, then this matter regarding the Ling Clan shall be dropped here."

Gu Dao felt utterly helpless; as one of the three immortals of the Ancient Clan, his strength ranked in the top five of the clan, and he was respected wherever he went.

Had he not sensed that Hun Tu, one of the four demon saints of the Soul Clan, had left the Soul World, he would never have needed to intervene personally to prevent the remnants of the Ling Clan from falling into the hands of the Soul Clan.

He had originally thought this would just be a formality, but who could have foreseen that this Ice Saint, rumored to be only a Six-Star Dou Sheng, actually possessed the strength of an Eight-Star Dou Sheng.

This time, it really was just a formality!

"Sigh, another Fanyan Laozu!" Gu Dao sighed gloomily in his heart.

The powerhouses of the Central Plains in that era a thousand years ago truly stunned everyone; that was one of the few times when the powerhouses of the Central Plains could almost stand on equal footing with the Ancient Race.

Xiao Han swept a glance at the remaining people, "What about your intentions?"

The others were finding it difficult enough to resist as it was, so how could they dare to object? One by one, they nodded in agreement, having no objections.

Even Hun Tu, stubborn as he was, knew that an Eight-Star Peak was not an existence he could compare to, and he could only remain silent.

Just when everyone thought the matter was about to pass, a strong murderous intent suddenly erupted from Xiao Han's body.

"You come and go as you please; do you really think my Langya Pavilion is an auction house?"

"Today, let me see if the high and mighty Ancient Race has the qualifications to walk out of my Langya Pavilion!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and Hun Tu even threatened: "Ice Saint, are you intending to provoke all of our Ancient Race at once?"

"Provoke?" Xiao Han's figure instantly appeared before Hun Tu, his hands filled with chilling cold, and with a disdainful smile, he threw a punch. The latter's pupils shrank, and he only had time to hold his ghost-head blade horizontally in front of him before...

"Bang!"

After a loud boom, the others stared in astonishment at Hun Tu, who was a hundred feet away, covered in blood and gore, his life or death unknown.

Shaking his hands, Xiao Han smiled slightly; however, in the eyes of the others, it was no less than the whisper of a demon.

"Now, who else has an opinion?"

Ten minutes later, Xiao Han and the others appeared once again in the main hall of Langya Pavilion; the former remained calm and composed, still spotless.

As for those who had come together from the Ancient Race, the most relaxed was the weaker Shi Yuan, the Great Elder of the Shi Clan, who was merely covered in dust.

This was only because Xiao Han, fearing he might get carried away and accidentally slap the former to death, had held back some of his strength.

On the contrary, the strongest ones, Gu Dao and Hun Tu, were the most miserable; having been the focus of Xiao Han's attention, their auras were now withered and sluggish, and they would not recover without half a year of recuperation.

"Everyone, please leave!" Xiao Han said, seeing them off.

The moment they stepped out of the Langya Pavilion hall, everyone unanimously chose to crush their Space Jade Slips and leave quickly. They were powerhouses who were highly respected in public, after all; what would it look like if such a disgraceful state were seen by others!

A quarter of an hour later, Yi Huang and the others, having received Xiao Han's message, walked in with curious expressions. They had naturally sensed the spatial fluctuation from earlier; it was the movement of a teleportation departure.

Then they saw Xiao Han sitting in his seat, calmly drinking tea. Yi Huang could not help but ask: "What did you do to them?"

Her intuition told her that something not very good seemed to have happened.

Sure enough, Xiao Han then said calmly: "It was just a small lesson for them; no one died."

Yi Huang smiled bitterly and shook her head. This guy was sometimes truly impulsive, but after all, everyone spoke based on strength; Langya Pavilion was now enough to be taken seriously by the other Ancient Race, and even if Xiao Han had not been overly polite, the other Ancient Race could only choose to accept it.

As for the only "outsider" among them, the Guest Elder of Langya Pavilion, the Saint of Great Strength, was lost in deep thought.

"Should I consider integrating into Langya Pavilion?"

The Saint of Great Strength was not a die-hard loyalist of Langya Pavilion, just an ordinary guest; such a status was very common in the Central Plains.

A guest was someone who managed almost nothing on a daily basis and took a salary for nothing; they would step forward to help solve problems when the faction encountered minor issues or difficulties, but expecting them to live and die with the faction they resided in was wishful thinking.

These were the unspoken rules of the Central Plains; among many factions, although the status of a Guest Elder was high, they could never be completely trusted.

The reason the Saint of Great Strength had joined Langya Pavilion was merely to find a place to retire.

As for Langya Pavilion hiding things from him, the Saint of Great Strength did not care, nor did he want to meddle in other people's business. However, the current Saint of Great Strength had slightly changed his mind; it seemed that integrating into Langya Pavilion was not a bad thing.

A Pavilion Master who had the courage and strength to clash head-on with many Ancient Race powerhouses—choosing to join him would not be a disgrace to himself.

Compared to the ease at Langya Pavilion at this moment, the many Ancient Race existences who had returned in a sorry state had entered a state of tension.

Looking at the battered Gu Dao, the other two of the Ancient Clan's three immortals were both shocked and furious, saying with murderous intent: "Old man, was it Hun Tu who did this?"

"Did they attack you?"

"It seems the Soul Clan wants to go to war with our Ancient Clan!"

As for the others, they had no suspicions at all. Did they not know why Gu Dao had gone out?

If it were not to guard against and monitor Hun Tu, he, one of the Ancient Clan's three immortals, would not have gone out personally.

And the only one capable of wounding him to such a miserable state was that old rival.

Gu Dao shook his head and smiled bitterly. Gu Yuan saw the abnormality in this and asked with a frown: "Gu Dao, who wounded you so heavily?"

"It was Ice Saint," Gu Dao said helplessly.

"Ice Saint?!"

"How is that possible?!" The others all had faces full of disbelief.

"Quiet!" Gu Yuan listened to the bickering that sounded like a vegetable market and shouted to stop them.

The former's words were quite effective; everyone stared at Gu Dao with suspicious faces, wanting to learn the details from him.

Gu Dao braced his body, his tone carrying an unsubsiding shock, and after glancing at the crowd, he said:

"Ice Saint concealed his strength; he is at least Eight-Star Peak, and his strength is absolutely no less than the Clan Leaders of the Lei and Yan clans!"

"Even..."

Gu Yuan looked at the stunned expressions of the others, waved his hand, and stopped the words about to spill out, "Continue! Even what?"

Gu Dao spoke the most terrifying guess in his heart: "I suspect Ice Saint might have even reached Nine-Star!"

Regardless of the others' reactions, he continued in a somewhat self-absorbed manner; today's encounter made him unable to help but vent.

"Too strong!"

Recalling that scene, Gu Dao could not help but widen his eyes and said in extreme shock: "That old thing Hun Tu didn't even block a single move from Ice Saint and was directly beaten half to death!"

"The other party didn't even use a Dou Technique the entire time, yet he played us in the palm of his hand..."

After listening to Gu Dao's account, the scene fell into a deathly silence for a time. After a long while, the Black Annihilation King Gu Lie, who had stronger composure, said in a deep voice:

"Clan Leader, how should we handle this?"

Gu Yuan also lost his usual composure at this moment, his tone carrying a trace of fluctuation: "Befriend him, do not make an enemy of him!"

Just from Gu Dao's description, Gu Yuan could conclude that Ice Saint must have just broken through to Nine-Star, and his previous concealment was merely out of concern that these Ancient Races would do something unfavorable to Langya Pavilion.

Now that his wings were fully grown, he simply erupted with strength to shock all directions. Moreover, since the latter only simply severely injured Gu Dao and the others, it was clear he did not wish to form a death feud with the Ancient Races.

Furthermore, as one of the few existing Nine-Star Dou Sheng, Gu Yuan had a clearer understanding of this than others. Although Nine-Star Dou Sheng is only one star away from Eight-Star Peak, the gap between them cannot be calculated by common logic.

If this realm were so easy to break through, Lei Ying and Yan Jin would not have been stuck at the Eight-Star Peak realm for over a thousand years.

And the other party is so young; in a few years, he will likely be a figure on the level of Fanyan Laozu.

Such an existence can only be befriended, at the very least not antagonized. Otherwise, even for their Ancient Clan, wanting to wipe out the other party would require paying a heavy price.

And...

The corners of Gu Yuan's mouth curled up slightly. Langya Pavilion and Soul Hall have always been at odds; the ones who should be worried are the Soul Clan behind them. Such an enemy is simply like a fishbone stuck in the throat. That guy Hun Tiandi is in big trouble!

And when the Ancient Clan made this decision, the other Ancient Races also made similar policies.

In any case, this incident was a secret; apart from Langya Pavilion and them, no one knew the inside story. It did not affect the face of their Ancient Races, and apart from the Elders suffering some injuries that did not damage their foundations, they themselves did not suffer any losses.

Even for the Soul Clan, when Hun Tiandi learned the details from Hun Tu, he only left behind one sentence: "The clan's grand plan is of utmost importance!"

In the former's view, Langya Pavilion had already become a climate; rather than wasting effort to eradicate it, it was better to focus on the Soul Clan's thousand-year grand plan. When the day he breaks through to Imperial arrives, everything can be suppressed with a flip of his hand.

And after this time, no one would ever dare to provoke Langya Pavilion again.