Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Pay the Ransom (Vote for recommendation)

At this moment, Su Han’s eyes were ice-cold, and his entire being exuded a thick murderous aura. A sky-high killing intent surged from him, a stark contrast to the previously calm and delicate-looking young man—it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

The killing intent seemed to emanate from the Nine Nether, from Hell itself, sending a bone-chilling terror to the hearts of everyone present.

Whether it was the Dragon Pill Realm cultivators from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion or everyone else seated here, from top to bottom, all couldn’t help but shiver.

“Is he really in the Dragon Vein Realm?”

This question surfaced in the minds of everyone.

They had meticulously sensed Su Han’s aura several times, and it was clearly that of the Dragon Vein Realm, without a doubt.

But the speed Su Han had just displayed greatly shook them.

Even those in the Dragon Pill Realm acknowledged they couldn’t achieve such speed.

It was outright Teleportation!

The most crucial point was that the killing intent and murderous aura Su Han exhibited were completely incongruent with his natural temperament—it was as if he was a Great Demon God who had stepped over a mountain of corpses and slaughtered countless beings!

Among those present, aside from the Cold Cloud Sect and the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, all belonged to the high echelon of Ninth-Rate Sects, whether Sect Masters, Deputy Sect Masters, or at the very least, Elders.

When they saw Su Han, particularly when they felt the Dragon Vein Realm aura on him, they all somewhat looked down on him, thinking that the rumors were somewhat exaggerated, wondering how someone with his cultivation base could be the Master of the God-Slaying Pavilion?

Nearly everyone believed that the reason for the God-Slaying Pavilion’s success in annihilating the Blood Demon Sect must surely have been the intervention of the Cold Cloud Sect.

But at this very moment, they felt a chill down their spines, finally realizing that Su Han must indeed possess the strength befitting the Master of the God-Slaying Pavilion!

“Cough cough…”

Li Yuan’s face turned red as he coughed out loud.

Su Han had gripped his neck, causing him to suffocate.

He wanted to resist, but he felt as if his whole body was restricted, unable to muster any strength to fight back.

Feeling the chill emanating from Su Han, a sense of inexplicable terror rose in Li Yuan’s heart.

“Release the Palace Master!”

The others from the Silver Wolf Palace hurriedly called out, but they didn’t dare to make a move, as Su Han’s killing intent was clearly locked onto them.

They had no doubt that if they dared to act, not only would Su Han instantly dispose of Li Yuan, but their heads would also be taken.

“With your strength, you wish to share resources equally with my God-Slaying Pavilion? Can you afford it?”

Su Han’s eyes narrowed slightly as he threw Li Yuan to the ground with a thud.

The entire council hall fell silent, no one daring to speak.

“Cough cough cough!”

Li Yuan coughed violently a few times and gasped for air.

Eventually, he cast a sinister glance at Su Han, stood up, and said in a low voice, “Let’s go!”

“Wait a moment.”

Su Han suddenly spoke, “Earlier when I told you to leave, you wouldn’t. Now you want to go?”

“Then what else do you want?” Li Yuan frowned deeply.

At this point, he no longer dared to utter anything that could threaten Su Han, knowing full well that if he didn’t recognize what was good for him, Su Han might really make a deadly move.

“The rest of the Silver Wolf Palace can leave, but you can stay here for the time being.”

Su Han glanced at Li Yuan, then swept his gaze over the rest from the Silver Wolf Palace and said indifferently, “Bring three billion Gold Coins to ransom your Palace Master before lunch starts.”

“Three hundred million?!”

The members of the Silver Wolf Palace shrank their pupils and gnashed their teeth upon hearing this.

Li Yuan’s face darkened to the extreme, “Master Su, my Silver Wolf Palace has just been established, and resources are already scarce. Completing sect missions has required much spending, how could we possibly produce so many gold coins in such a short time?”

“That’s your problem.”

Su Han’s killing intent and hostility retracted, reverting to his previously seemingly calm demeanor.

“If you can’t bring three hundred million gold coins before lunch starts, then prepare to collect your Palace Master’s corpse.”

After he spoke, Su Han waved his hand gently.

This light wave sent a Dragon Pill Realm and several Dragon Spirit Realm members of the Silver Wolf Palace flying out.

They spat out blood as if severely struck when they fell at the entrance of the council hall.

“Palace Master, this…”

Someone tried to speak, but Su Han suddenly shouted, “Get out!”

Hearing this, the person trembled all over and, without a second word, quickly left the God-Slaying Pavilion with the others.

“Please have a seat, Palace Master Li.”

Su Han then looked toward Li Yuan and smiled slightly, “Spending three hundred million gold coins to have lunch at my God-Slaying Pavilion, that’s worth it.”

Li Yuan’s complexion was so unsightly it seemed water might drip from it, yet he had no choice but to sit there silently, saying nothing.

Other sect members had truly witnessed Su Han’s methods; none of these people were fools, rather they were very shrewd. They knew Su Han seemed to be teaching Li Yuan a lesson, but, in fact, he was also putting on a show for them.

It was just that Li Yuan, the fool, was too arrogant, sticking his neck out and having been made an example by Su Han to warn the others.

“Is there anyone else who wishes to engage in unequal cooperation with my God-Slaying Pavilion?” Su Han’s gaze swept over them all.

Not a single person spoke up, even those who had intended to seek an equal partnership with the God-Slaying Pavilion like the Lingluo Sect dared not speak now.

Fearing their terms would be seen by Su Han as unequal and then also seeing their sect members carrying three hundred million gold coins to redeem themselves…

“Since there are none, then let’s have a casual chat here for a while. Lunch is still being prepared. The tea of my God-Slaying Pavilion may not be the best, but it’s also not too bad and should be to everyone’s liking,” Su Han said with a smile.

“This tea is excellent.”

“No rush for lunch, if Master Su has affairs to attend to, there’s no need to keep us company here,” the sect members quickly said with a smile, their words laced with subtle flattery.

“That’s good.”

Su Han nodded, then suddenly turned his eyes to Ping Yuzi.

Feeling Su Han’s gaze, Ping Yuzi shuddered violently and forced a strained smile, asking, “Master Su… is there something you need?”

Su Han didn’t speak, merely gazing calmly at Ping Yuzi.

This kind of look made Ping Yuzi feel as if he was being roasted by fire and boiled by water, unbearably uncomfortable.

“Isn’t it just some debt that I owe? Why bear such a grudge…”

Ping Yuzi was close to tears. Had he known it would come to this, he would never have so arrogantly promised to help those people with the bets they had lost.

“I once told Ling Sect Master that if Chen Feng emerged from seclusion, to notify me immediately,” Su Han finally spoke. “Logically speaking, several months have passed by now, so Chen Feng’s training in the Mad Demon Hall should have ended, right?”