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Chapter Three Hundred and One: [Counterplot]
The giant eagle’s talons were sharp, its open claws the size of a washbasin!
Just as the talons were about to reach the wooden mask man’s face, he suddenly raised his hand, swept his black robe sleeve, and a silver light barely shielded his head!
With a buzz, the silver light shook, and the wooden mask man’s figure seed to sway slightly. Then ca a ripping sound, his left sleeve tore open, and a strip of cloth fluttered down!
The giant eagle, its body also knocked heavily aside, flew dozens of ters away, transford into a light in mid-air, and landed steadily on the treetop, revealing itself to be Liang!
As Liang landed on the tree, his body was still rising and falling with the swaying branches. His face, which always seed indifferent, remained expressionless at this mont. However, his eyes shot a piercing light, staring intently at the wooden mask man.
"Liang!" Yun Zhao had already shouted loudly: "Be careful! This guy’s cultivation is formidable!"
Liang did not respond to Yun Zhao’s call, his face remained cold, his eyes fixed only on the wooden mask man.
anwhile, Chen Yan, in the Mirror World, was looking at the "outside" ti from beside the puddle, when his expression suddenly changed!
Because from his angle, he could see Liang standing on the treetop, with his left hand behind his back...
This left hand was trembling slightly!
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"Who are you?" Liang took a deep breath, his tone low as he slowly opened his mouth: "Do you know who you are holding?"
The wooden mask man seed to chuckle lightly before slowly saying: "Southern Yishan of the Northern Frontier, Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe, the son of the Yun Family?"
A shadow seed to flicker in Liang’s eyes: "Since you know it’s the Yun family’s kid, you’re quite daring, aren’t you afraid of the Yun..."
The wooden mask man shook his head, his tone sowhat dismissive: "It’s already done, what does saying these words an now?"
Hearing this, Liang subtly nodded. His eyes focused on the wooden mask man’s face, that rigid wooden mask revealed no emotional fluctuation.
After a brief pause, Liang suddenly changed to a less cold tone, one that seed very solemn, and slowly said: "We bear no hatred, it’s rely a chance encounter... Whatever business you are plotting here, regardless of the reason, it’s unrelated to us, the Black Feathered Lark Race, and we have no intention of getting involved...
If you are willing to release our young master, we are ready to turn and leave, and vow to never speak of what happened today, not a single word will be leaked! What do you think?"
Evidently, after failing his initial strike, Liang realized the opponent’s formidable cultivation, and with Yun Zhao still in the opponent’s hand as a hostage, this Black Feathered Lark Race expert first chose to compromise.
The martial world isn’t just about fighting, it’s about human affairs.
Upon saying this, the wooden mask man fell silent.
He seed truly hesitant, lowering his head thoughtfully.
A few seconds later, the wooden mask man raised his head to look at Liang but did not answer his question. Instead, he asked back: "Are you... Liang Gui?"
Liang frowned: "Do you know ?"
The wooden mask man leisurely said: "Never t, but I know your na."
He then softened his tone slightly, saying softly: "Sixteen hundred years ago, during a Red Tide, the Iron-winged Falcon Race was annihilated, a once-famous Demon Race tribe was destroyed, and the remaining tribe mbers scattered in the Domain Realm, never regaining forr glory.
Yet, among them erged a few remnants of the demon race’s bloodline. Liang Gui, you are one of the best among them, and the most renowned Iron-winged descendant since the destruction of the Iron-winged Falcon Race for over a thousand years.
I heard you joined the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe, becoming a tributor, and earned much credit for the tribe.
The Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe’s recent fa, for hundreds of years, owes seventy percent to that old ancestor’s residual prestige, but thirty percent was built by you, Liang Gui.
I won’t hide it from you; besides that reclusive old ancestor, in the entire tribe, the only one I respect is you, Liang Gui.
Apart from you, the current Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe, in my view, the rest are nothing but animal-like trash."
This statent left Liang slightly taken aback. He frowned, gazing at the wooden mask man, speaking in a complicated tone: "Remnants of a lost tribe, I dare not accept such high praise from you."
The wooden mask man shook his head: "I’m not offering re pleasantries. In my life, I only respect those with true skills. The Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe occupies that rich land south of Yishan, the old ancestor secluded for hundreds of years, it’s long been coveted by others. If it weren’t for you, Liang Gui, your iron will, your iron claws, your iron blade creating three hundred years of glory, the southern Yishan would have long been lost to the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe."
Liang, hearing this, shook his head and earnestly said: "You’re quite mistaken! The Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe’s endurance to this day is due to the ancestor’s protection. With the ancestor as the pillar of support, no other Northern Frontier tribes dare to look sideways. I am rely a humble martial artist, reliant on the ancestor’s benevolence as I find shelter in the Lark Race, unworthy of such erroneous praise from you."
"Ha!"
The wooden mask man, after hearing this, suddenly laughed heartily aloud a few tis, then in a strangely complex tone, softly said: "Liang Gui, you’re truly cautious, afraid to show even the slightest flaw.
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