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Before Young Master Han could react, the youth in blue took a stride forward and sped forward with large strides.

When Young Master Han saw this person's blood-red palm, he was greatly shocked and took a step forward without hesitation.

This bloody palm print was almost exactly the same as the one that was left behind on the rocks on the mountain peak.

This blue-clothed youth was walking in front and his movements were strangely fast. With just a few flashes, he had already passed through several alleys and was walking towards a large courtyard outside of the city.

At this moment, Young Master Han's body was filled with the aura of three strange men with a head full of hair. The true qi in his blood expanded endlessly. After just an hour, he had already approached the youth in blue.

"Rise!"

Young master Han roared as he suddenly stomped with both feet, using the bone totem on the monument in the sky.

The force of this leap was like a hawk spreading its wings as it suddenly increased its momentum several times over. It actually flew past the head of the blue clothed youth as if it was an arc.

"Stop!" Stop, I have something to ask you! "

Just as Young Master Han floated past the youth in blue, a backhand strike suddenly forced the youth to a halt.

The moment the blue-clothed youth retreated, he stood there dumbly.

"Hmm?"

Just as Young Master Han turned around, he saw the blue-clad youth suddenly plop to the ground.

Young Master Han was greatly shocked. Although he'd forced this youth to retreat with a single move, he hadn't done anything too heavy to injure this person. Besides, this person's cultivation base was so high that even if he'd used all his strength, he might not have been able to injure him so quickly.

However, he fell to the ground and stopped moving!

Young Master Han walked over and knelt on one knee. He extended his hand to grasp the blue-clothed youth's pulse, but his aura had already disappeared.

"How can this be? Who killed him? "

Shocked, Young Master Han flipped the man over and saw that there was a handprint on his torn chest area. Young Master Han hastily tore off his clothes and a blood-red handprint appeared on his chest area.

Another Blood Palm!

At this moment, Young Master Han's gaze fell onto the blue-clothed youth's left hand. His left hand was tightly gripping a bamboo scroll, and the bamboo scroll was stained red with blood.

Young Master Han took the bamboo scroll and saw that it had formed into a tube. He unfolded it and saw only three words: Ancient Spirit Fortress.

What kind of place was the Ancient Spirit Fortress?

Although Young Master Han had been a disciple for seven years, when Master had rescued him from the Imperial Forbidden Camp, he had then brought him to the Zenith Sect to pay his respects to the Demonic Sect.

For the past few years, his master had wholeheartedly passed down martial techniques, not mentioning anything else. Therefore, Young Master Han knew nothing of the outside world.

Demonic Palace Lord had always looked coldly at Young Master Han. Other than martial skills, he had never spoken empty words.

For the past seven years, only senior sister had taken good care of Young Master Han, and even helped her honored master with the martial arts training.

This was because his honored master had said that when Young Master Han grew up, she would marry Senior Sister Ah Bi to his wife. He didn't know if this was a joke or not.

"Ancient Spirit Fortress!"

Young Master Han laughed coldly and memorized the name. He rose to his feet and walked to the front.

This name must be related to the disappearance of Master and Senior Sister, and the death of this blue-clothed youth was obviously meant to cover up his crimes.

"Alright! Once I find the Ancient Spirit Fortress, the answer will be as clear as day. If master and senior sister really were killed by someone from the Ancient Spirit Fortress, then I, Young Master Han, will definitely wipe them out! "

At this moment, the domineering demonic intent in Young Master Han's heart grew crazily as a killing intent swept across his handsome face and stared fixedly in one direction.

As night fell, a small river flowed through the town. The pleasure boat shuttled through the streets, dancing with the singers. The sight of a river filled the town with neon lights, but the scene on the shore was completely different.

Most of these beggars were young, and their limbs were amputated. Some were even injured, and some were only seven or eight years old. Their clothes were tattered, and their eyes were dull.

It turned out to be the various tribes of the Southern Wilderness that had been at war for years. Some of the disabled soldiers had been abandoned and had to be beggars along the streets.

"The Little You Princess of the Ancient Spirit Fortress is here!"

Suddenly, a shout of surprise was heard. The crowd instantly burst into an uproar as they looked forward.

He saw a luxurious carriage speeding over. When it reached the street entrance, it suddenly came to a halt and let out a creaking sound. And then, an absolutely beautiful young girl walked out from the carriage.

The curtains on both sides of the carriage parted and two maidservants came out, supporting a graceful girl out of the carriage. The beggars immediately rushed up and kneeled on the ground, crying and shouting.

"Everyone, don't worry. We've made an extra pot of porridge today. Everyone should have a portion!"

The young girl stood there with a smile on her face. Her long skirt fluttered in the wind, and her long hair draped over her shoulders. She exuded a breathtaking aura.

"Thank you, Princess! Thank you, Princess! "

"Princess Little You is our benefactor!" The crowd was choked with sobs.

At that moment, they saw forty to fifty people carrying several large vats and placing them under a tree. Another person had set up a few chairs and stools, and was actually giving out porridge to the beggars and refugees.

Young Master Han laughed coldly. Fake justice? Humph! Truly, breaking iron and finding nothing at all. What a coincidence, meeting someone from the spirit ancient castle here, how could I, Young Master Han, miss it?

Just as a trace of killing intent surfaced on Young Master Han's face, a sweet voice rang out, "Young brother, this is for you. Two buns and a bowl of rice!"

"Hmm?"

Young Master Han's gaze froze as he discovered that a young maid had already brought two steamed buns and a bowl of white rice in front of him. The rice was still steaming hot.

When the maid saw that Young Master Han didn't come out to receive, she giggled and said, "Young Brother, this is the annual birthday of our Ancient Spirit Fortress's princess, and every year it takes three days. This is already the last day, and after this, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until next year."

Without waiting for Young Master Han to agree, the maidservant shoved two steamed buns and rice into Young Master Han's hands.

Young Master Han looked at the two steamed buns and the bowl of rice in his hand in a daze.

"The Ancient Spirit Fortress is suspected to have killed my Master and Senior Sister. How can I take advantage of them?"

The two young girls thought Young Master Han thought he was short on food and couldn't help but smile sweetly. They took out two steamed buns from the basket and chuckled, "This little brother must be starving. Our princess is in an especially good mood today, so I'll give more to Little Brother Han!"

"Hu!"

At this moment, smoke rose from behind them and the sounds of hooves trampling could be heard. The two maidservants' expressions changed greatly as they shouted, "This isn't good. It's the people from the Demon King's Camp. Quickly protect the princess!"

As soon as those words were spoken, dozens of people rode over. The beggars and refugees that were waiting for them were like birds frightened by a bow, scattering in all directions. There were even a few people who couldn't dodge in time and were thrown several tens of feet away by the Steel Cavalry.

"Kill!"

When they were about three meters away from the carriage, several assassins in black clothes flew up from their horses and pointed their swords at Princess Little You.

However, at this moment, there was a burst of shouting. A dozen or so young maidservants pulled out their long swords and formed a sword formation around Princess Little Xuan, protecting her at the center.

Princess Xiao Wei panicked, her two hands holding onto the long white dress as she shouted with a trembling voice, "You, what do you want to do?!"

"Haha, what for? "Go to hell!"

A middle-aged man dressed in black laughed sinisterly as he soared into the sky, rushing past the assassins in front of him. He broke through the sword formation in a flash, and stabbed his dagger towards Princess Little You's chest.

This slash was fast to the extreme. As an arc of light was thrust out, everyone cried out in alarm.

It's over. With this cut, a big hole must have been made in the petite princess' chest!

"Chi!"

As soon as the saber came out, the middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened. He saw that a figure had suddenly appeared in front of him, and this swift and peerless saber had actually stabbed into the incoming person's arm.

The middle-aged man looked back and saw that a long sword had already pierced through his chest.

"You …" The middle-aged man's pupils contracted in fear as he quickly retreated. The long sword was pulled out with a 'chi' sound. His burly body heavily fell on the ground with a 'putong' sound.

The assassins were shocked and looked at each other.

"Brat, do you know what you're doing? You are going against the Demon King's stronghold! " A black-clothed assassin sneered.

Young Master Han sneered, "The Infernal King's stronghold? I've never heard of it! "

I've never heard of the Devil King's stronghold? Was he saying the opposite of what he wanted? A naked insult? What kind of background did this youth have? Did he not think of the consequences for daring to go against the Demon King's stronghold?

The black-clothed assassin's eyes were sharp as he stared at Young Master Han for a long time, as if he had thought of something. That sword strike was extremely dangerous, reaching the Everlasting Realm, and it killed their leader with a single sword strike.

Young Master Han's arm began to bleed profusely as his clothes were dyed red. His resolute and slightly childish face remained as calm as before.

"Scram!" A short but firm growl.

"Get lost? "He got lost just like that?"

The dozen assassins looked at each other in dismay. Finally, with a long whistle, they jumped onto their steed and retreated.

It was just a brief encounter, and the sound of the horses' hooves gradually disappeared.

Princess Xiaoxue suddenly grabbed Young Master Han, her face pale from fright. "Quick …" Hurry up and go, if you delay any longer, it will be too late! "

Young Master Han was noncommittal as several young ladies pushed him and Princess Wuyou into the carriage.

Following which, the horse carriage galloped like the wind and galloped at full speed.