Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1238 1149: Human Skin Mask

A bright light shot up into the sky, piercing the heavens above.

The banks of the Yangtze River trembled as the brilliant light ascended, causing the soil to slip down into the river surface.

The sound of "boom boom" grew stronger and suddenly, a gust of windstorm soared into the sky, flying into the air.

The windstorm blew so fiercely that people could not keep their eyes open, hurriedly raising their hands to shield their eyes.

Only three Demon Venerables, two Half-Venerables, and seven Governors were able to look around in the windstorm.

Besides these 12, among the panicked Demon Cultivators, Wang Yan also calmly looked towards the windstorm.

He saw within the windstorm, a majestic green palace emanating dazzling light.

The palace appeared, surrounded by a hazy gray mist, within which a magnificent and exquisite three-roomed palace could be vaguely seen.

This grand three-story palace, with thousands of halls, and pavilions built in harmony with the terrain, embraced each other intricately and skillfully.

Above the main gate of the outermost layer hung a plaque with golden characters, flamboyantly inscribed with the three large words – Qinrong Palace.

So, this was the Qinrong Palace.

At this moment, the windstorm outside the Qinrong Palace swept outwards, making the river water boil as if it was being cooked.

When the windstorm reached the ones surrounding it, everyone found it hard to stand, being blown hither and thither, retreating continuously.

At this time, the three Venerables each let out a loud cry, their bodies swayed, and they rushed into the windstorm, flying towards the Qinrong Palace.

Seeing this, the two Half-Venerables also soared into the air, following closely.

Watching the five enter the Qinrong Palace, the rest became anxious, but their cultivation was insufficient; they could barely stand in the windstorm, let alone soar into the air.

However, gradually, the windstorm weakened, and some Demon Saints propped up their magical treasures, bracing against the storm, flying towards the Qinrong Palace.

Wang Yan stood amidst the windstorm, taking everything around him into view.

He was hesitating whether he should enter the Qinrong Palace a bit earlier.

If he were to fly up now, it would inevitably draw attention, thus exposing his cultivation.

Though he wasn't afraid of exposing his identity now, there were still three Demon Venerables, so staying hidden and not revealing his cultivation meant one less danger.

Just then, he noticed some Demon Saints braving the windstorm flying towards the Qinrong Palace, but the white-bearded elder's Demon Saint Governor ran in the opposite direction.

Wang Yan found it strange and immediately focused on the white-bearded elder.

In the chaos of the blowing storm, one could only see as far as three steps ahead, and the white-bearded elder was no exception; hence he didn't realize he was being watched by Wang Yan.

The white-bearded elder flashed several times, reaching a solitary red-robed man.

This man, only at the level of a Demon Emperor, was fully resisting the windstorm and didn't notice the elder approaching.

The white-bearded elder reached the red-robed man's front, raised his hand, and seized the man's throat, squeezing hard, killing him instantly.

The red-robed man didn't even have time to let out a sound before he was killed.

Seeing this, Wang Yan wasn't too concerned, presuming the white-bearded elder had a grudge against the red-robed man and used the chaos to settle it.

Little did he know, after killing the red-robed man, the elder took the man's storage bag, stripped off his robe, and donned it himself.

Next, the white-bearded elder kicked the red-robed man's corpse, sending it flying into the Yangtze River.

With a "plop," the body plunged into the water and disappeared with the swirling vortex.

Wang Yan was puzzled — why did the elder not only kill and rob but also strip the man's clothing and wear it?

While Wang Yan was pondering, he saw the elder pull out a human skin mask from his bosom and place it on his face, which wriggled and transformed into the face of the dead red-robed man.

Seeing this, Wang Yan felt a surge of excitement, thinking, "Such a magical treasure can even change one's appearance."

Upon completing all these actions, the elder turned to fly towards the Qinrong Palace.

But as he just turned around, he suddenly saw someone standing before him.

The elder was startled and tried to discern who was in front of him, but saw that person raise a hand, grabbing at his throat just like he had just killed the red-robed man.

The elder was shocked, feeling the other's attack was fierce and beyond his ability to counter, so he hurriedly stepped back.

However, the person before him was as relentless as a shadow, his throat unable to escape the other's grip.

The elder was terrified, wondering, "I timed my moves perfectly; all the Half-Venerables and Demon Venerables are in the Qinrong Palace, no one should be aware of me. But how did this person show up right behind me? Who could he be?"

Yet the more he tried to see who it was, the more impossible it became; he could only see a white blur.

Amid his panic, he suddenly felt his right hand empty, and the red-robed man's storage bag had disappeared.

The elder cried out, "If you want wealth, take it."

But before he could finish, he felt a chill on his face as the human skin mask was snatched away.

The elder was aghast and retreated desperately.

With his retreat, there was a ripping sound, and the red robe was torn off him.

After the robe was snatched away, the attacker stopped pursuing, and the elder escaped from danger.

Sighing in relief, he looked forward and saw a red-robed figure turning and flying toward the Qinrong Palace.

Realizing this, the elder was secretly shaken, understanding at last that besides the three Demon Venerables and two Half-Venerables, there was another formidable presence.

Moreover, this person not only possessed powerful cultivation but also a keen mind; even now, he hadn't glimpsed their countenance.

Resolved, the elder knew this was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.

Watching the conspicuous red robe amidst hundreds of Demon Emperors, the elder took a deep breath to steady his nerves.

With the windstorm now reduced to a gentle breeze, hundreds of Demon Emperors flew toward the Qinrong Palace.

Though fearful and his plans to stay hidden ruined, the elder gritted his teeth and headed for the Qinrong Palace.

Moments later, the gusts around the Qinrong Palace dissipated, a green light fell back into the vortex in the Yangtze River.

Shortly after, the vortex slowly vanished, leaving the river to flow freely once more.

It seemed as though the Qinrong Palace never appeared.

Still, the hundreds of people by the river also vanished without a trace.