There was not the slightest bit of primitive aura on his body. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he had already surpassed high-level existences. All of them could be said to be peerless geniuses that he rarely encountered in a hundred years.

How could the people present not be shocked?

However, everyone quickly deduced the identity of this youth.

Houtian realm was still a sword cultivator at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Apart from Wine Fairy’s disciple, a youth named Zhou Wuluo, there was no one else in the entire world of Ability Cultivators.

Everyone guessed correctly. The person who came was indeed Zhou Wuluo.

He saw Zhou Wuluo holding his sword in one hand and yawning behind him. He slowly walked towards the crowd and said lazily, “What are you doing?”

Sword Pavilion’s Master instantly frowned. After all, Houtian realm was just a mere Zhou Wuluo. He didn’t care about it at all. It was just that there were a few people following behind Sword Pavilion’s Master, causing Sword Pavilion’s Master to feel a little bit of fear.

Behind Zhou Wuluo was none other than the temporary commander of Night watchman, Wang Menglin, and a few experts from Night watchman or Xuanyuan Palace.

On the whole, most of them were at the Houtian realm, and none of them were at the Xiantian realm.

However, Xuanyuan Palace couldn’t help but worry about the two of them wearing suits and leather shoes. Although he wanted to kill them, it was only a blink of an eye.

However, behind these two people was a great power. Even though his Sword Pavilion claimed to be the number one sect in the World of Ability, it was impossible for them to be enemies with the entire world, wasn’t it?

Suddenly, the crowd heard two wailing sounds enter their ears, and they involuntarily shifted their gazes away from Zhou Wuluo and the others who had suddenly arrived.

His gaze landed on Lan Xing’s surroundings once again. He saw Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang staggered to the ground with their arms clutched. As they cried out in grief, there was naturally the broken arm that was constantly bleeding.

Monk Mei Shuo was fine. One of his arms was already half broken. Under the attack of Zhou Wuluo’s flying sword, it was only half cut. However, Guang Lang’s originally slightly injured arm was directly cut off.

There was a sense of sharing the blessings and difficulties with Monk Mei Shuo. After all, the two of them were usually colluding with this thought, but now it was a reality.

While everyone was dumbfounded, Zhou Wuluo had already taken the lead and walked to Lan Xing’s side. He did not pay any attention to the two people on the ground. Instead, he patted the dazed Lan Xing on the shoulder and said in a low voice, “Be careful and hide behind me.”

Lan Xing suddenly regained his senses. Just as he was about to say something, Zhou Wuluo pulled her behind him and smiled at the crowd. “Sorry, everyone, she’s my friend. No matter what, she’s out there. She’s bullied. If she doesn’t help, there’s no way to justify it.”

What did those capable people dare to do to Zhou Wuluo?

In the world of the capable, people with high cultivation realms are right. If you are not convinced, then it is convenient to win.

Even though there were other high-level cultivators present, only one realm away from Houtian realm’s Zhou Wuluo, no one had the intention to stand up for Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang at all.

After all, these two fellows usually didn’t have any character. If it wasn’t for the fact that everyone didn’t want to cause trouble, who would have liked these two fellows?

Moreover, Zhou Wuluo had severely injured two high-level Adepts with just a single sword strike. Although there was an element of sneak attack, it could prove that Zhou Wuluo’s Houtian realm was definitely not ordinary.

It was just that normally, no one would stand up for Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang, but now it was different.

After all, Sword Pavilion’s Master was here. He was the one who ordered the two of them to attack Lan Xing. If he didn’t say anything, it would be too ungraceful in the eyes of others.

Sword Pavilion’s Master snorted coldly and said, “It’s a bit too much for you to hurt the two of them like this without asking about anything. Why do you want to settle things with just these words?”

“That’s why I chopped off my hand, not my head, with that sword just now.” Zhou Wuluo grinned and said indifferently, “If the two of them are not convinced, you can ask that damn Happy Sect to come to Xuanyuan Palace or come to me to seek justice. Isn’t Senior Sword Pavilion’s Master? Since when did Sword Pavilion get involved with that Happy Sect? Even a senior like you can stand up for that Happy Sect?”

Sword Pavilion’s Master’s expression immediately sank, but he was unable to refute anything for a moment. He could only snort coldly, then waved his sleeve and walked towards the back mountain without any intention of stopping.

After all, the Happy Sect’s reputation in the world of the capable was not very good. What they liked to do the most was to kidnap women. Whether it was the capable or ordinary people, as long as they did not have the strength to resist, and their beauty was not bad, they would not be able to escape the hands of the Happy Sect.

Although no one cared about the Happy Sect that had existed for a long time, all the capable people would have an extremely shameless attitude towards this sect.

Of course, other than the disciples of the Happy Sect and those who could rely on the Happy Sect to obtain benefits.

Therefore, when Zhou Wuluo questioned whether Sword Pavilion was colluding with Happy Sect, Sword Pavilion’s Master would not be angry for the sake of Sword Pavilion’s reputation, no matter how angry he was.

That might be a step that would lose the demeanor of an expert. Zhou Wuluo had already set up a path for Sword Pavilion’s Master. He wouldn’t be unable to step down and say that if he didn’t help Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang, he wouldn’t be able to do anything good. After all, what else could these two people do?

After all, it wasn’t that Sword Pavilion’s Master didn’t know that Su Ye had entered Mo Li with Imperial Mausoleum yesterday. Now that Mo Li’s disciple, Zhou Wuluo, had appeared, there was no need to question whether Lan Xing was Junior Sister Su Ye’s matter.

Even if it wasn’t, what else could those outsiders be qualified to question if Zhou Wuluo said yes?

Therefore, the banner of trying to clean up Lan Xing was no longer there because of her swindling. What else could Sword Pavilion’s Master say?

Naturally, he was thinking about not arguing with these juniors, thinking about feeling that the one who came here today was precisely him, asking Su Ye for a debt.

So Zhou Wuluo wasn’t worried about what would happen if he hurt Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang.

After all, the Happy Sect definitely did not have the ability to cause trouble for him or the Xuanyuan Palace.

Hence, seeing that Sword Pavilion’s Master turned around and left, Zhou Wuluo’s expression sank. He coldly said to Monk Mei Shuo and Guang Lang, who had collapsed to the ground, “Why don’t you scram?”

His tone was filled with killing intent.

After all, without Sword Pavilion’s Master’s support, even if Zhou Wuluo had killed the two of them, not to mention the others, even Happy Sect wouldn’t dare to say anything else.