Dragon-Marked War God

At this moment, however, the expression of the man in black turned extremely cold as well.

“There are many people who like Lan Luo, but you’re not worthy of her.”

The young man in black looked coldly at Dou Bai and said disdainfully.

“Oh? Is that so? I was wondering who it was. So it’s the sinner who fell in love with his own elder sister and was expelled from his family, Lan Mao.”

Instead of getting angry, Dou Bai laughed. A sinister smile hung at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he knew something about this young man in black, Lan Mao.

A surge of fury rose in Lan Mao’s heart, because his sister was a forbidden subject for him. It was because he had fallen in love with his own elder sister that the family had wanted to sentence him to the severest punishment. In the end, his sister had died for him, and only then had his life been spared. The anger and regret that had built up in Lan Mao’s heart from that moment on became his greatest knot. Because of this, he had been expelled from the Mu Clan. But later, Lan Mao met Lan Luo, and only then did he gradually walk out of the grief and pain of losing the one he loved.

Even so, Lan Mao’s strength had surpassed far, far too many people in the Mu Clan. Cultivating alone, he had stepped into the Half-step Divine Emperor Realm. His terrifying talent and strength went without saying. If not for Lan Luo, he might never have returned to the Mu Clan to this day. And it was in order to clear his sister’s name that he had returned to the Mu Clan.

The word ‘sister’ was Lan Mao’s greatest shame, and the one thing no one else was allowed to touch.

In that instant, Lan Mao’s aura soared. The aura of a Half-step Divine Emperor was suddenly unleashed, but Dou Bai blocked it. The auras of the two kept spreading outward. At this moment, neither of them took a step forward, but neither was willing to fall behind either. Their terrifying auras forced Lan Yingjie and Lan Zi back several steps. Even Lan Luo was no exception.

“Enough!”

Lan Luo said in a low voice. This was the Mahavira Hall, Zhongsheng Temple’s territory. If the two of them started fighting here, wouldn’t people laugh their heads off?

“The name of the Mu Clan can’t become a laughingstock. Lan Mao, you should know where we are.”

Lan Luo’s words made Lan Mao slowly rein in his aura, but the killing intent in his eyes did not diminish.

Jiang Chen silently watched the two of them. Neither was easy to deal with. Even Dou Qing was probably weaker than this Dou Bai. They were both Half-step Divine Emperors, but there were still differences in level and strength between them. They could not be lumped together. Just as Jiang Chen could crush three Half-step Divine Emperors at the Mid Hierarch Realm, that did not mean everyone could do it. In all the world, he was probably the only one who could.

Dou Bai and Lan Mao were at each other’s throats, but it only lasted a moment and did not cause much of a stir. Otherwise, how could they be allowed to run wild in Zhongsheng Temple? There was more than one Divine Emperor here. The experts of Zhongsheng Temple were only giving the two great clans face, knowing they should be able to restrain themselves and know their limits.

“If you dare to have any more improper thoughts about Lan Luo, I’ll kill you.”

Lan Mao said indifferently.

“Hahaha, kill me? I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes. If Miss Lan Luo admitted that she’s your woman, maybe I would back off. But what right do you have to say that Lan Luo is your woman?”

Dou Bai’s eyes were cold, and he was not afraid of Lan Mao at all. The two of them were locked in confrontation, and neither would give an inch. This led to a standoff between the two great clans, which was obviously something the people of Zhongsheng Temple did not want to see.

“What a gathering of heroes! Hahaha. I’m late, I’m late.”

A burly young man in a green cloak arrived, covered in the dust of travel.

He had a head of red hair, a resolute face, a pair of sword-like eyes and a pair of iron fists. He overawed everyone around him.

“So it’s the Xuanyuan Clan.”

Dou Bai said indifferently.

“Lan Mao, I hope you’ve been well. I never thought I’d see you here. It really is fate. This time our fight should finally be settled.”

Xuanyuan Yumo laughed heartily, his gaze landing on Lan Mao. Their eyes met, and both were extremely excited. The two of them could be said to have the mutual respect of heroes. When Lan Mao was training outside on his own, he had fought Xuanyuan Yumo, and unfortunately, in the end their battle had ended in a draw. But they had been apart for several thousand years now, and Xuanyuan Yumo and Lan Mao were no longer the youths they had once been.

“Anytime.”

Lan Mao said in a low voice. Xuanyuan Yumo’s strength was also extremely terrifying, and this encounter once again stirred up the supreme fighting spirit in Lan Mao’s heart.

“Good, straightforward! Hahaha. Since we’ve come to Zhongsheng Temple at its invitation, we should naturally let Zhongsheng Temple take the lead. We ought to step back a bit.”

Xuanyuan Yumo looked rough and crude, but he understood how things worked. Although there were no special grudges between the four great clans, their relationships were not that solid either. That Zhongsheng Temple could gather the four great clans together and bind them into a single rope showed just how much power Zhongsheng Temple had.

“Xuanyuan Yumo.”

Jiang Chen murmured. There was an unusual aura about this person. His appearance gave Jiang Chen a vague sense of unease, though he did not know where it came from. The Xuanyuan Clan could be considered his sworn enemy. By destroying the Clear Stream Sect, he had effectively gone to war with the Xuanyuan Clan without any hesitation. He had also gravely wounded Xuanyuan Canglan several times. The Xuanyuan Clan most likely already knew of his existence.

He would have to be careful of this person in the future. He was a foe, not a friend, and Jiang Chen would definitely not show him any mercy.

“The Mu Clan, the Battle God Clan and the Xuanyuan Clan are all here. Now only the God Luo Clan is missing. It seems the God Luo Clan really puts on airs. Hmph.”

Dou Bai of the Battle God Clan said with a sneer. At this moment, only the God Luo Clan was missing, and naturally he was full of complaints about them.

“Our home is remote and the road is long. I hope the seniors of Zhongsheng Temple won’t blame us.”

A gentle, clear and graceful voice rang out in the Mahavira Hall. A woman in a green gauze dress walked in slowly. Her long hair flowed and her presence was captivating. Her figure was graceful, like a fairy maiden from the ninth heaven. Even Lan Luo seemed somewhat eclipsed in front of her. It was not that Lan Luo was not beautiful enough, but that this woman’s elegant, serene aura made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, while Lan Luo was the exact opposite.

Jiang Chen’s pupils contracted, because the person in front of him was none other than Goddess Luo!

Jiang Chen’s heart pounded nonstop. It was not because he admired Goddess Luo, but because he was worried about his brother Big Yellow. He did not know how that guy was doing in the God Luo Clan now. Jiang Chen had not seen Big Yellow for far, far too long. How much he missed him went without saying. It was just that, as a man, he naturally would not say such things out loud.

Still, Jiang Chen’s excitement was plain to see. Even Lan Luo could feel that Jiang Chen was acting unusually. Today, after seeing Goddess Luo, he clearly had a different kind of urge.

Lan Luo knitted her delicate brows. Even she felt somewhat unwilling to accept this. Could it be that she was not as beautiful as Goddess Luo? With a beautiful woman like her right in front of him, he had no eyes for her at all.

What a man who doesn’t understand romance!