The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang silently glanced at the young man. He seemed to have extraordinary bearing and not weak cultivation. He had the second level cultivation of Saint King Realm. If placed on Xuantian Continent, he would be regarded as a genius with extremely strong talent.

Next to the young man were several middle-aged men in uniform clothes, with scimitars hanging from their waists, and a large Chinese character Qin engraved on the scabbard.

After a silent glance, Mo Yang had already guessed the origins of these people. The young man must be the young master of the Qin family or something like that. After all, there were seven guards following him, so it was quite a scene.

The drinkers who had been talking a lot just now all quieted down and returned to their seats one after another, immersed in drinking and not daring to speak.

Mo Yang glanced at it silently, then continued drinking, looking out the window and looking at the people walking on the street.

He had seen too many people of this type, and it seemed that he was accustomed to being domineering in Qin City because of his family background, otherwise the drinkers in the restaurant would not have reacted so violently.

But as soon as Mo Yang turned to look out the window, a guard beside the young man spoke. He glanced at the many drinkers and said in an unusually domineering tone: "My young master wants to entertain distinguished guests here, you will leave immediately!"

Mo Yang looked back and saw that the guard who had spoken was raising his finger and pointing at everyone. His movements were very skillful. He had obviously done this kind of thing in the past.

The drinkers in the restaurant dispersed in an instant, got up and left their seats one after another. A few people's slight hesitation led to a burst of scolding, and they immediately did not dare to stay, so they quickly got up and left.

In just a few breaths, the entire restaurant became completely quiet, because almost all the drinkers inside had left.

The reason why I say almost is because there is still one person who has not moved.

Mo Yang sat silently on the seat, looking out the window, holding a wine cup in one hand, as if he didn't notice the movement in the restaurant.

"Boy, why don't you leave? You don't want to live anymore?"

The guard who spoke just now saw that Mo Yang was motionless, and immediately stepped forward. The scimitar at his waist was half unsheathed, and the sharp blade was placed across Mo Yang's neck, and he shouted angrily.

It's just that Mo Yang still didn't make any move, let alone move, he didn't even react at all. He still looked out the window, holding the wine glass in one hand and slowly bringing it to his lips, and took a sip.

His movements were not affected in the slightest, nor were there any pauses or hesitations.

The guard couldn't help but look slightly stunned, his eyes quickly glanced at Mo Yang, and then he concentrated on sensing.

Mo Yang's clothes were extremely ordinary, just a commoner's outfit, and his body did not have any fluctuations in true energy or the aura that a cultivator should have.

After confirming again, the guard then said angrily: "Boy, you are lucky today, get out of here. If it weren't for the fact that my young master was hosting a banquet for distinguished guests today, and it is not appropriate to see blood, you would have moved your head now!"

It was only then that Mo Yang turned around. His face was calm and there was no change in expression at all, especially those eyes. Although they were dull, the Qin family guard couldn't help but look at them with a change of expression. Stunned, a trace of guilt arose in my heart for no apparent reason.

But before the Qin family guard could speak, he let out a muffled groan, and then fell straight down. On his forehead, a wooden chopstick was almost completely buried in his head.

No one could see clearly how Mo Yang took action, and even in the sight of other guards, Mo Yang had never taken action, so they hurriedly looked out the window of the restaurant without directly suspecting Mo Yang.

Because they all sensed it just now, Mo Yang is just an ordinary person.

Although the guard's cultivation was not as high as that of the saint, he was still a cultivator of the seventh level of the extraordinary realm. He was killed by one blow without even struggling, and died instantly.

But when a guard fell down beside him, Mo Yang's face was still calm, without any disturbance. He calmly waved to the nervous waiter who was standing at the entrance of the corridor, and said: "Xiao Two, please get me a new pair of chopsticks!"

At this time, the guards beside the young master of the Qin family looked at Mo Yang.

Then there was a series of sounds of swords being unsheathed, and several guards rushed forward, surrounding Mo Yang in the blink of an eye.

The young master of the Qin family also squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yang. He didn't even see him clearly just now. He just saw Mo Yang raising his hand in a daze. He asked himself that he couldn't do it at such a speed.

It was just that he concentrated on sensing again and again, but he still did not sense the slightest fluctuation of zhenqi from Mo Yang. In his understanding, even a strong man in the Holy Emperor realm could not completely avoid his perception.

Looking at Mo Yang's clothes, he really couldn't connect Mo Yang with the cultivator.

"Kill, don't waste time!" The young master of the Qin family flashed a cold light in his eyes and ordered with unusual decisiveness.

After he finished speaking, the guards all moved their hands and slashed at Mo Yang with their swords.

However, the next moment, the guards all froze, their arms raised in the air, making chopping movements, but they paused for an instant, as if time had frozen.

In two breaths, one of the guards fell straight down.

The wounds on their foreheads were almost identical. There were bloody holes on two fingers. It seemed that the force was too terrifying. After two people fell down, their heads were smashed into several pieces.

At this time, Mo Yang took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his fingers, then raised his head and looked at the young master of the Qin family.

"Who are you?" The young master of the Qin family looked solemn and stared at Mo Yang.

He had been staring at Mo Yang just now, never moving away, but when Mo Yang took action, he still couldn't see clearly. Although he saw an afterimage flickering, he couldn't keep up with Mo Yang's speed.

At this moment, there was a commotion below the restaurant, and then there were footsteps, and someone was walking up the carved wooden steps.

"Master Qin, this restaurant is really good!"

Before anyone arrived, the sound came first.

Mo Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked towards the entrance of the corridor. The same young man appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

The moment the young man stepped onto this floor of the restaurant, he also noticed something was wrong, because what he faced was a strong smell of blood. Without asking the young master of the Qin family, he subconsciously looked at the corpses, and then fell on On Mo Yang.

"Master Qin, who is this person?" When the young man looked at Mo Yang, his brows couldn't help but frowned, and he subconsciously asked the young master of the Qin family.

Because Mo Yang gave him a strange feeling. Although his cultivation level obviously didn't fluctuate, he still didn't feel like an ordinary person.

He even vaguely felt a dangerous aura from Mo Yang. The feeling was indescribable.