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When Xiao Yun and Long Yan reached the highest peak of Three Immortals Island, a cluster of buildings hidden among lush greenery came into view.
The structures featured red walls and glazed tiles, with winding corridors and sharply protruding eaves that resembled birds pecking upwards. The palaces and towers were built according to the terrain, embracing each other in a harmonious manner, with an intricate and uneven structure. From the outside, it bore an almost indistinguishable resemblance to ancient Chinese imperial palaces, exuding grandeur and magnificence.
Surrounding the area was a red wall over ten feet high. At the top of the main gate hung a plaque inscribed with three gleaming golden characters: Three Immortals Hall.
Here, Xiao Yun and Long Yan no longer needed to conceal their identities, so they both reverted to their original appearances from their time in China.
At that moment, a thunderous drumbeat suddenly echoed from within the hall. Accompanied by the deafening sound of drums, Xiao Yun's Spiritual Sense detected billowing clouds of black mist rising from Three Immortals Hall, enveloping the sky like turbulent waves.
Black Qi?
Entangled within this Black Qi were more than just ominous energy; there was also a sense of dominance and murderous intent.
Of course, Long Yan could not perceive this Black Qi with her naked eyes.
As the drumbeats grew increasingly intense, Long Yan's expression tightened. She turned to Xiao Yun and asked, "Xiao Yun, why are they beating the drums?"
Xiao Yun casually smiled and replied, "They must have discovered our arrival at Three Immortals Hall. As a gesture of hospitality, they are beating drums to welcome us!"
Regardless of whether Xiao Yun's words were true or not, Long Yan felt no fear at all. In front of this man, she felt she could face any danger without hesitation.
Scanning behind them with his Spiritual Sense, Xiao Yun noticed that the agents from Island Nation had already concealed themselves in the nearby woods, lying low and watching them intently.
Xiao Yun smiled slightly, as if visiting relatives. He wrapped his arm around Long Yan's slender waist and said, "Let's go inside!"
As they stepped through the courtyard gate, two burly men emerged from within the hall. These two moved steadily with piercing gazes, blocking Xiao Yun and Long Yan's path. They shifted their bodies slightly, producing a series of cracking sounds from their bones.
"Xiao! How dare you trespass into my Three Immortals Hall! Kneel down immediately and beg for death!"
It seemed these two experts intended to intimidate Xiao Yun.
Xiao Yun pulled Long Yan behind him and disdainfully regarded the two burly men. He shook his head with a smile and sighed, "They say that people from Island Nation place great importance on etiquette in appearance, but judging by your demeanor, this is hardly a way to treat guests!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two strong men charged forward with a fierce whirlwind.
A shadow flashed by, and Xiao Yun stepped forward. Before the two fists could strike him, he extended both palms and launched a surprise attack to their chests.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, both men simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood and flew back into the Heavenly King Hall. There was a loud crash that even drowned out the deafening drumbeats, leaving one to wonder how badly they were hurt—whether they were dead or not.
Damn it, trying to intimidate me, Xiao? I'll send you to meet the King of Hell first!
Xiao Yun had used all his hidden strength in those two palms; it was likely that every bone in their bodies had been shattered.
Just as he finished thinking this, Xiao Yun grabbed Long Yan's hand, shifted his body, and dashed forward like a bird, striding into the Three Immortals Hall.
What a coincidence! Long Yan spotted the two strong men right away; they had landed at the feet of an old man in gray robes sitting in the center of the hall, lying there like two piles of meat paste, blood bubbling out from their bodies, dead beyond recovery.
The old man in gray robes sitting in the tiger-striped chair in the middle of the Three Immortals Hall was none other than Kameda Yi Lang, with the Second Immortal and Third Immortal seated beside him.
The gray-clad Death Warriors standing on either side of the hall stared blankly at the two Death Warriors on the ground who had turned into meat paste.
Inside the Refining Furnace, the flames blazed higher and higher, creating waves of heat throughout the hall. The boiler seemed to have water inside it, bubbling and making sounds while white steam continuously escaped through the vents.
Kameda Yi Lang looked at Xiao Yun suddenly appearing in the hall and then glanced at Long Yan beside him. His gaze returned to Xiao Yun as he waved his hand, causing the drumming to abruptly stop.
“Xiao Yun, you... why are you here?” Liu Ziyan and Han Xing shouted in terror.
At that moment, Xiao Yun noticed the pair of sisters-in-law being held beside Kameda Yi Lang. His Spiritual Sense lingered for a moment on Liu Ziyan lying on a stretcher, causing his brow to furrow tightly.
He hadn't expected that within Liu Ziyan's waist, her bones were shattered into pieces, darkening in color and threatening to spread throughout her body.
If he had arrived just one day later, Liu Ziyan would likely have been tortured to death by the pain within her body.
Seeing Liu Ziyan's pale face covered in beads of sweat as small as peas, he could imagine how excruciating her suffering was.
Heartache and anger transformed into two cold glimmers that burst forth from Xiao Yun's eyes. How could it be that the woman beside him had ever endured such torment!
Upon hearing the words of Liu Ziyan and Han Xing in unison, Xiao Yun stepped forward heavily. The Cement Floor immediately cracked like a spider web, and he said in a deep voice, "The woman beside me has been taken here. How could I not come!"
"Heh heh, brave and skilled, Xiao Yun. Although you killed my most favored disciple Inoue Kyoko from the Three Immortals Gate, I quite like your character!" At this moment, Kameda Ichirō laughed heartily.
Kameda Jirō sat there motionless, his gaze fiercely fixed on Xiao Yun. He wished he could rush forward and tear this Huaxia man to pieces with his bare hands. However, without the Great Master’s command, he could only suppress his violent rage and remain seated.
As for Kameda Sanrō, he could not wait any longer. The death of Inoue Kyoko had hit him hard because only he knew in his heart that she was the daughter he had sown seeds for. He secretly vowed that if Xiao Yun dared to break into the Three Immortals Hall, he would be the first to kill this guy with his own hands.
"Great Master, there's no need to waste words with this Huaxia person. Let me kill him!" Kameda Jirō jumped up from the side, howling like an injured wolf.
Kameda Ichirō quickly waved his hand and said, "Since this Xiao has come, he is already fish on our chopping board at the Three Immortals Hall. Why rush?"
At that moment, Han Xing anxiously stomped his feet and shouted, "Xiao Yun, don’t worry about us! Hurry and leave; this is not a place for you!"
Xiao Yun replied, "Since I’ve come here, even if it costs me my life, I will take you both away. How could I possibly leave you two Sister-in-law behind?"
After hearing Xiao Yun's words, Kameda Ichirō coldly laughed and said, "Very well. It’s good to be young; although you speak without understanding the depth of the situation, I appreciate your boldness and arrogance. However—"
Kameda Ichirō's gaze swept over Long Yan as he spoke aggressively: "Xiao, there’s one thing I don’t understand. You came here to seek death, which makes me very happy. But why did you bring a beauty along to accompany you in death?"
"Hahaha! Yes! Having a beauty to accompany me in bed is one thing; today is my first experience having a beauty accompany me in death!" Upon hearing Kameda Ichirō's words, Kameda Jirō excitedly shouted.
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