Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 285: Chapter 284: Your name is Long Lie, isn’t it?

“And you all as well.”

After killing the red-clothed elder, the frail-looking man turned his head to look at the more than a thousand Golden Core Stage cultivators that had followed Yu Wenlie.

These people had long been terrified to their core and were now racing towards the Teleportation Gate, hoping to leave this place through the Teleportation Formation.

Seeing the frail man’s icy gaze, all of them trembled uncontrollably, nearly exerting the fastest speed of their lives.

However, no matter how fast they were, they were still merely at the Golden Core Stage.

“No one is getting away!”

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With a wave of the frail man’s hand, the Teleportation Gate in the blackness instantly dissipated with a loud boom.

Witnessing this, the Golden Core cultivators’ faces drained of color, and a sense of despair rose in their hearts.

“Senior, we are of low cultivation base, forced by others, please spare our lives!”

“If Senior could forgive us this once, in the future we will surely put forth every effort until death!”

“We would go through fire and water, and do all that is required, for Senior!!!”

The numerous Golden Core cultivators each spoke out, their words impassioned and their faces showing excitement.

But the more they spoke like this, the colder the frail man’s expression became, until it was completely icy.

“You all… deserve to die!”

“Whoosh!”

He waved his palm, and a towering surge of demon energy rolled out.

The demon energy transformed into a black fog that swept over, engulfing every one of the Golden Core cultivators.

Any person caught in the black fog bled from all seven orifices, their faces pale, dying silently and without struggle.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

One by one, the corpses fell from the void, crashing to the ground and kicking up plumes of dust.

“Now, get out of here!”

Having killed these people, the frail man then looked towards the elders on the Void Warship.

The latter had witnessed the frail man’s cultivation base firsthand and shuddered as he looked in their direction.

The cultivation base of the red-clothed elder and the two Nascent Soul Stage elders were all too clear to them, especially that of the elderly Seventh-Order Grand Magister. He knew that although the red-clothed elder’s cultivation wasn’t of the same system as his own, his strength and the pressure he emitted were definitely no less than his own.

Yet, it was against this level of strength that the frail man had casually swept through, rendering countless defenses useless without any effect.

If this frail man struck at them, they would also meet an inevitable death.

“If it weren’t for the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons, you wouldn’t be alive!” the frail man huffed coldly.

“Thank you, Senior, for sparing our lives.”

The elder bowed slightly with cupped fists, and then with a wave of his hand, the massive Void Warship immediately retreated into the distance.

Only after they had completely vanished from sight did the frail man take a breath, his figure flickering as he appeared in front of Su Han and the others.

He did not look at Su Han or any of the others, but instead fixed his gaze on Xiang’er.

“Are you all right?” the frail man asked.

His voice at this moment was very gentle, mixed with a hint of indulgence… and complexity.

This complexity was hard to define, but Su Han could see that the man seemed to hold special affection for Xiang’er.

“I’m fine.”

Xiang’er, having just been through the ordeal, still had a trembling face at this moment.

She shook her head and said to Su Han, “Big brother, the guy I was talking about before, it’s him.”

“Mhm.”

Su Han nodded, not needing Xiang’er to say it, for he had already noticed.

He stared at the frail man in front of him, his expression equally complex.

Because… this was someone he used to know, a person who no longer recognized him.

“Liang Shaohui, is it?”

The frail man suddenly looked towards Su Han and said, “You should know why I wanted her to follow you. She is an All-System Mage, and you seem to have a very deep understanding of magic. That’s the reason I let her follow you.”

“No, that’s not the reason.”

Su Han shook his head and sighed, “You let her follow me because she is the daughter of the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons, because you are afraid… she will continue to be hunted down.”

Upon hearing this, the frail man was startled, then thought of the Red-Clothed elder and others from before, guessing that Su Han must have deduced it from what they had said.

“You’re very smart.”

The frail man said, “I need you to protect her. As long as you can promise that, I will give you a reward beyond anything you can imagine.”

“Really?”

Su Han smiled wryly and shook his head, “Even if you didn’t offer me a reward, I would protect her all the same.”

“Why?” the frail man frowned.

“Because… she is the daughter of the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons,” Su Han said.

“The Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons is already dead. You won’t gain any advantage from him,” the frail man said emotionlessly.

“Some things should be done not just for gain,” Su Han said.

The frail man couldn’t help but give Su Han a glance, but ultimately he didn’t say anything more.

“Protect her well. I will seal off the Dragon Martial Continent and try not to let anyone detect her presence.”

The frail man looked at Xiang’er again, tenderness once again appearing in his eyes, “Live well, cultivate well with him. When you can protect yourself, I will come for you, understand?”

“I don’t know you. Why do you want to help me, and where are you taking me…” Xiang’er stepped back and stood beside Su Han.

Seeing this, the frail man sighed.

“Having been sealed for so long, it seems you’ve forgotten all about your childhood.”

“I don’t blame you. I will try my best to help you remember,” he said.

As the sound of his voice faded, the frail man once again looked at Su Han and said solemnly, “Remember, protect her well. If even a single hair on her head is harmed, I will hold you accountable!”

“Is this a threat?” Su Han asked with interest.

The frail man’s brow furrowed, “Take it as a threat if you will. What can you do about it? If you cause her the slightest discomfort, not just you, but the entire Dragon Martial Continent will face my wrath!”

“I think you shouldn’t talk to me like this,” Su Han suddenly said.

“Shouldn’t?”

The frail man burst out laughing, “Who do you think you are? I am helping you because of Xiang’er. Don’t put yourself too high on a pedestal.”

“Who I am is not important. What is important is who you are,” Su Han said indifferently.

“Then tell me, who am I? And who do you think I am?” The frail man’s expression was icy cold.

He had always felt that the person before him didn’t seem to care about him, nor did he seem particularly afraid.

Logically speaking, someone with Su Han’s Cultivation Base was but an ant in his eyes. Others who had sensed his strength would be reverently humble, but clearly, Su Han had no such intentions.

If he didn’t establish his authority and intimidate him now, Xiang’er might indeed suffer grievances by his side in the future.

“Then let me take a guess.”

Su Han sized up the frail man, as if pondering.

Minutes passed, and just when the frail man was losing patience, Su Han finally spoke.

“You’re called Long Lie, aren’t you?”