Chapter 293 - Thousand-Year Ancient Temple!

Song Ming didn’t answer Zhou Yu, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Whether or not you killed Chang Hui, you’re involved now.

You’re finished,” he said.

“My master, Master Chang Yuan, is looking for you.

You can’t hide for long,” he warned.

“If you dare, kill me,” he challenged.

“Once you kill me, my master will be able to locate you immediately.

At that time, you will undoubtedly die.”

“Make your move,” he taunted.

Hearing Song Ming’s threats, Zhou Yu revealed a mocking smile.

“Just say you’re afraid of dying.

Isn’t that enough?”

“All this nonsense.”

“Your master is looking for me, right?

Stop bothering.

I’ll let you go; go back and tell him to clean his neck and wait for me to come.”

Song Ming was taken aback.

“What did you say?

You’re letting me leave?”

“What exactly are you trying to pull?”

“I’m telling you, no matter what…”

Smack!

Zhou Yu slapped him across the face.

The blow sent Song Ming rolling away, several teeth knocked loose.

“Roll now, or I’ll send you to meet your master uncle,” Zhou Yu said indifferently.

The hatred in Song Ming’s eyes seemed to spurt forth as he struggled to his feet.

“Alright, you’ve got guts.

Just you wait,” he said.

After that, he staggered out.

Seeing this, Shui Tianyue quickly intervened to stop Zhou Yu.

“Zhou Yu, you can’t go,” she warned.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Master Chang Yuan of Yongle Palace is extraordinarily powerful.

He might have already reached the Saint Realm.”

“Even if he hasn’t reached the Saint Realm, he’s not far off.”

“It would be very dangerous for you to go,” Shui Tianyue said with a serious expression.

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

“That makes me even more interested.”

“Tianyue, don’t worry.

Even if I’m not his match, I’m still capable of defending myself.”

“Besides, having offended Yongle Palace, this trouble will persist until it’s resolved.

Might as well finish it once and for all, so they won’t bother you again in the future,” he reasoned.

Moved by his words, Shui Tianyue’s eyes filled with emotion.

“I’ll go with you,” she insisted.

“Tianyue, you’d better stay.

Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” Zhou Yu urged earnestly, nodding at Shui Tianyue before striding out.

Song Ming stumbled back to Yongle Palace.

At the entrance of Yongle Palace, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Soon, someone carried him back inside.

When Song Ming woke up, the first person he saw was an old man with white hair and beard.

“Master…”

This white-haired and bearded elder was none other than Master Chang Yuan of Yongle Palace.

“Song Ming, what happened?

Didn’t I send you to investigate the matter of Master Chang Hui?

How did it turn out like this?” he inquired.

“Master…”

Song Ming trembled as he spoke.

“I’ve found the murderer who killed Master Chang Hui.

It was he who beat me like this.”

“Master, you must avenge me and Master.”

A chill immediately emanated from Master Chang Yuan’s body.

“Preposterous!”

“Who exactly is this person?

How dare he be so arrogant as to provoke my Yongle Palace?”

“I don’t know his name, but he’s very young and seems to be under thirty.

He even said he would come in person…”

As Song Ming was speaking, Master Chang Yuan suddenly turned his head toward the door, his eyes flashing coldly.

“He dares to come indeed!”

At the entrance of Yongle Palace,

With Song Ming leading, Zhou Yu arrived here.

At this moment, he admired the grand architectural complex in front of him.

“What a magnificent thousand-year old temple.”

He had checked out this place before coming.

This was also a 5A-rated tourist attraction in Wu City, drawing many people each year to come and offer incense.

While Zhou Yu was taking it all in, two young martial artists rudely approached him.

“Scram, scram, scram, you can’t linger here,” they barked.

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

“Why not?” he questioned.

“What the hell kind of why?

If you want to offer incense, go through the main door.

This isn’t a place for riffraff like you.”

“Hurry up and scram.”

Zhou Yu’s eyes narrowed.

How overbearing.

“What if I don’t scram?”

“Death!”

Without further discussion, the two men attacked Zhou Yu.

However, both were only at the level of Dark Strength martial artists, barely worth mentioning as ants to Zhou Yu.

Slap!

With a single slap from Zhou Yu, both were sent flying, heavily injured and unconscious.

Then, Zhou Yu strode into the palace.

Just as he entered the great gate of Yongle Palace, a large group of people came rushing towards him.

All of these people were martial artists, and most of them were at the level of Transforming Strength or even Core Strength.

Looking around, there were easily over a hundred of them.

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

No wonder Yongle Palace was so arrogant, possessing such a vast scale of martial artists.

Apart from that, there was an overwhelmingly strong aura among the crowd.

It belonged to a bald old man who looked to be over seventy.

Though he wore a simple Taoist robe, his whole being radiated a bone-chilling murderous intent.

In an instant, Zhou Yu was surrounded.

The bald old man strode up to Zhou Yu, his murderous aura pressing down on him.

“Who are you?

To make trouble in my Yongle Palace, state your name,” he demanded.

Zhou Yu looked at the old man indifferently.

This man was also a high-level martial artist in the Innate Realm.

“Are you Song Ming’s master, Chang Yuan?”

“This humble monk’s dharma name is Chang Qing.”

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

“Where is Chang Yuan?

Tell him to come out.”

“You insolent boy, how dare you call my brother by his name!

You’re seeking death!”

Master Chang Qing’s face darkened as he made his move.