Chapter 340: Tragic Han Clan
Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu
Han Shiping remained expressionless as he turned around and clasped his hands and bowed respectfully towards two elderly figures among the group. "I'll be troubling the two Esteemed Lords."
"No worries, this is but a simple job."
The two shrugged their shoulders nonchalantly. Even if the other group had Evolved Jing masters who were unbeatable under Xiantian, they would still be easy prey for them.
Wu Miao nodded his head. He was different from the other Xiantian Lords. Wu Miao was helping them out this time because he owed the Han Clan a favor.
What kind of debt was the hardest to repay? It was the debt of personal favor! This was especially so for martial practitioners.
Of course, this was different for unorthodox cultivators. That was because their core morals and beliefs were different, so they were not affected by such things at all.
At this time, the group of Evolved Jing masters had already rushed over and surrounded Bei Feng's group. Han Shiping stepped out with a sneer.
His vengeance would be completed very soon. Han Shiping had many sons, so if one was dead, so be it. What caused him the most heartache was the death of Han Cheng!
One had to know that Evolved Jing masters were important pillars in every sect and clan. To some smaller powers, they were even the strongest members of their clans!
But it just had to be his own unfilial son that caused the death of a powerful elder of their clan, his own brother! This alone was enough to cause Han Shiping's rage to rise to the heavens!
Even if Han Mu had not died, he would probably have been skinned alive by Han Shiping!
"You guys are the ones who challenged my Han Clan? Well, we're here now!"
Han Shiping harrumphed coldly. His tone was filled with absolute confidence. The two Xiantian Lords behind him were his strongest trump card!
He did not intend to let a single person from Bei Feng's group go. If even one of them managed to escape, it would be a disaster for the Han Clan!
A Xiantian Lord who was alighting from his car happened to hear the overbearing words of Han Shiping. Curious, he turned around and asked the other experts nearby, "Which mega-clan is this Han Clan?"
"I've never heard of any mega-clan that goes by the name Han. Where did these bunch of bumpkins come from?" someone replied with a strange expression. Who was this Han Clan that was so brave to dare to provoke a Controlled Dan Heavenly Expert?
"Seeking death."
Bei Feng furrowed his brows with displeasure and harrumphed coldly as he looked at the experts surrounding them.
"Hmph! I hope your tongue will still be so arrogant later when I'm done with you! Kill them all!"
Han Shiping spat coldly and gave the command.
Bei Feng's blood and Qi aura suddenly surged explosively. With moves as quick as lightning, he sent out tens of punches in an instant before resuming his calm again.
"Woosh!
Bei Feng's body looked like it had not moved from the start. However, numerous sharp, booming sounds suddenly rang out from around him, merging into a single explosion!
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
Numerous loud, explosive sounds could be heard as all the people who'd come charging at Bei Feng's group suddenly burst apart like huge meat balloons!
"Ge-ji!"
The air was completely silent save for the sounds of the astonished crowd gulping their salivas with disbelief.
With a distance of 20, 30 meters between them, all the Evolved Jing masters had still been slaughtered like chickens!
This was like the Hundred Steps Divine Fist of legends, completely domineering and invincible!
Bei Feng's movements were too quick. From the perspective of the crowd, his body only seemed to have flickered slightly for a moment, and all the experts who'd jumped at him suddenly burst apart in midair!
"How brutal!"
"As expected, this fellow is still as straightforward with his actions as before!"
"What dog shiet Han Clan is this, to dare to strut around before a Controlled Dan Heavenly Expert? A single finger is enough to squeeze them to death completely!"
The crowd of experts who were watching on the side were mourning the Han Clan in their hearts. Of all the people to provoke, these people chose to provoke a Controlled Dan Heavenly Expert who killed without any qualms!
This Heavenly Expert was quite certainly not a merciful person. Even the Jian Clan's Clan Leader was killed without much thought.
Han Shiping was so frightened that his knees had gone soft. Never had he expected that the group of people whom he'd assumed to be lambs for slaughter would actually turn out to be a bunch of ferocious beasts under that lamb skin!
"It is not wise to get into a fight with anyone. If you lost the fight, you'll end up in the hospital. If you won the fight, you'll end up in jail."
This sentence suddenly sprouted in the minds of the spectating crowd as they looked at this scene. But from the looks of things, this scenario was much worse!
Han Shiping looked around him at the bits and pieces of bodies which were once all members of his Han Clan. His heart was nearly bleeding with regret at this moment. Not willing to give up, he turned around to the crowd and shouted, "Kill them! Help me kill them all! My Han Clan is willing to take out 10 stalks of Grade 3 spirit herbs for anyone who kills them!"
Those that had died were already the strongest fighting force of the entire Han Clan. Unexpectedly, they'd all died here!
From that moment on, the Han Clan would fall from a mid-tier clan to a completely useless third-rate power! At this point, Han Shiping no longer cared about how much he had to pay.
10 stalks of Grade 3 spirit medicine was the absolute limit of what the Han Clan could offer. This price alone would have a tremendous pull even towards Xiantian Lords!
However, although the crowd was filled with experts, not a single person stood out. 10 stalks of Grade 3 spirit medicine might be very good, but one needed to be alive to enjoy it!
Wu Miao and the other Xiantian Lord both exchanged a short glance and immediately retreated to the side.
"Esteemed Lords, kill them and you can divide the 10 stalks of Grade 3 spirit herbs equally among yourself! As for the favor you owe to my my Han Clan, it'll be forgotten as well!
Han Shiping looked around dumbly for a moment. He was offering 10 stalks of spirit herbs, but there was no taker at all? Even the helpers he'd invited over were standing to the side innocently, as though they had nothing to do with the entire thing at all.
Wu Miao and the other Xiantian Lord remained silent and looked away. A moment ago, they'd witnessed tens of Evolved Jing experts being killed in a single breath. That alone spoke volumes about the strength of the opponent!
At the very least, something like this was far beyond their current capabilities. Although the difference between an Evolved Jing master and a Xiantian Lord was very big, it was not exaggerated to such an extent!
Furthermore, they had seen how none of the experts present had been willing to make a move despite the offer of 10 spirit herbs. That alone was enough to show that there had to be some underlying problems present.
One had to know that Grade 3 spirit herbs were exceptionally hard to come by these days. 10 stalks of it... even if a Xiantian Lord could not find any use for it, they could use it to boost the foundations of their respective clans. However, not a single person had stood out!
In a mere instant, the two had already thought of all the various possibilities. Their foreheads became covered with cold sweat as they took another step backward. This time, they'd definitely smashed their foot against a steel plate!
Right now, all they could hope for was that the other party would not pursue the matter with them. It would already be a great stroke of fortune if they were allowed to leave safely. Why would they seek their own death and charge towards him?
One had to admit, that those who could train to the Xiantian realm were definitely not dumb. Everyone were the equivalent of wily old foxes!
"Looks like there's no one coming to your rescue. Well then, go in peace."
Bei Feng shook his head nonchalantly and grabbed Mystic Moon's hand and prepared to leave.
"No way! My Han Clan is finished, and it's all your fault! Go to hell!"
Han Shiping's eyes were red and bloodshot. With a desperate scream, he lunged at Bei Feng like a crazed beast!
Bei Feng did not even look at Han Shiping. The distance between their strengths was simply too huge. It was so ridiculously large that he disdained to spare him a single glance.
"Die!"
Han Shiping was in a crazed frenzy as he rushed forward and sent a Void Splitting Palm at Bei Feng!
As he unleashed that strike, Han Shiping even felt the bottleneck that he'd been stuck at for years loosening! From the looks of it, he wasn't far from the Xiantian realm!
At this time, a scarlet whip which seemed to have been formed by numerous python bones appeared in midair, striking towards Han Shiping!
The edges of this whip looked incomparably sharp, especially the parts where the bones were joined together. It looked like an assemblage of numerous small daggers!
The scarlet whip was like an agile snake dancing through the sky, its edges gleaming menacingly.
It was exceptionally quick, blocking in front of Han Shiping in an instant!
Han Shiping had entered an exceptionally special state of mind. Apart from Bei Feng, he did not have anything else in his eyes. He waved his left arm in a wide arc, carrying with it a strange profound rhythm, quickly smacking the whip away.
His right hand continued moving towards Bei Feng. The air around his palm rippled violently as it passed.
"Thousand Dragon Slaying!"
A light shout rang out as Mystic One jumped high into the sky and brandished her whip. The whip transformed into a series of afterimages, wrapping around Han Shiping!