CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: MR. YUAN, DO WE STILL HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE YOUR PREVIOUS REQUEST?

As Ji Haoyuan finished his words, Yuan Shanglong, who had been silent, finally turned his gaze towards him.

Suddenly, two flames ignited in his eyes.

Whoosh!

Just like on the day in the Council Hall.

The two flames in Yuan Shanglong’s eyes transformed into two red beams, shooting straight at Ji Haoyuan.

The few young men in black beside him couldn’t help but curl their lips into a sneer.

Did they really think they could defy the orders of the Law Enforcement Hall so easily?

Any ordinary being dared to openly refuse them now?

It seems they haven’t been ruthless enough in their actions.

If they could truly kill a few reckless people to establish authority, I believe similar situations wouldn’t occur again.

However, the young men in black’s sneer hadn’t lasted long before it stiffened on their faces.

Because at that moment, the two fiery beams emitted by Yuan Shanglong were directly blocked by a yellow barrier.

The sounds of two explosions were heard.

The flaming beams instantly burst into scattered sparks in front of the yellow barrier and vanished.

"How is this possible?"

A look of astonishment spread across the faces of the young men in black.

To know that the flames emitted from their leader’s eyes were not ordinary flames, but derived from a top-tier second-rank Fire Technique of the Crimson Sunset Sect called True Flame Fire Eyes.

To say nothing of blocking it, it’s nearly impossible for an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator to even perceive its trajectory and react to it.

Yet in front of Ji Haoyuan, he was...

Unconsciously, the expressions of the young men in black turned serious.

Even Yuan Shanglong let out a soft "hmph" from his nose, his eyes narrowing fiercely.

"No wonder he has the courage to refuse us.

But have you forgotten?

You are merely a cultivator from a family under the jurisdiction of the Crimson Sunset Sect.

What right do you have to refuse our demands?"

With those words, a fiery greatsword, as wide as a door panel, suddenly slashed towards Ji Haoyuan.

The might was so fierce, the aura so terrifying, it made any Foundation Establishment cultivator shiver in fear.

At least Liu Hongyu and the others beside Ji Haoyuan couldn’t be sure they could withstand that sword slash.

They might even be slain on the spot.

But Ji Haoyuan’s expression did not change at all.

A large hand glowing a faint yellow light suddenly extended from his back.

With the sound of a thunderous crash.

The large hand directly caught the descending flaming greatsword.

In an instant, flames scattered everywhere.

Yuan Shanglong only felt his Magical Power churn.

Immediately, he retreated several steps in mid-air.

For the first time, a trace of bewilderment appeared on his dignified and stern face.

The young men in black beside him wore expressions of disbelief.

What kind of "monster" was their opponent?

Blocking Yuan Shanglong’s True Flame Fire Eyes was surprising enough.

Now he can directly withstand the strike of Yuan Shanglong’s second-tier superior Spiritual Artifact without using a Spiritual Artifact.

How strong must his opponent be?

"It’s rude not to reciprocate.

Hall Master Yuan, why don’t you accept my strike?"

Cold light flickered in Ji Haoyuan’s eyes.

Earlier, facing Master You Ying of the Golden Core Realm, he was suppressed the entire time.

He accepted it.

But who does Yuan Shanglong think he is?

Even if he’s at the peak of Foundation Establishment, does it make him that impressive?

Thinking he can restrain him and even touch his bottom line.

Dream on!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a red glow appeared in mid-air.

The young men in black hadn’t even reacted.

They heard a light clinking sound.

Immediately, they were horrified to see that the flaming greatsword Yuan Shanglong just slashed was trembling, flying back into Yuan Shanglong’s hand.

Whoosh—

But that’s not all.

The original red glow aimed at Yuan Shanglong suddenly transformed into a gigantic Fire Snake, with rolling fierce flames, biting down at him!

Flame Serpent Dragon Spear!

Boom!

A red flame shield suddenly rose up around Yuan Shanglong.

Intricate runes flowed across its surface.

This was his Protective Spiritual Artifact, Bursting Flame True Fire Shield.

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, an even more violent explosion rang out.

The young men in black and Liu Hongyu were all retreating rapidly.

The might of the exchange between the two sides was too fierce, completely beyond what the Foundation Establishment cultivators of their level could interfere with or approach.

Swish!

At the same time, a sharp and swift sword light appeared amidst the blazing flames.

The young men in black felt their eyes sting slightly, their hearts startled.

Not good!

Before they could react, the rolling flames on the Bursting Flame True Fire Shield seemed to be split by a sharp blade.

The entire shield shook.

The next moment, a blood-stained figure was flung far away.

"Senior Brother Yuan!"

The young men in black hurried forward.

They saw that Yuan Shanglong now had a long sword mark from his left shoulder to his lower right rib.

Besides that, there were faint burn marks on the skin around him.

The young men in black immediately wore expressions of disbelief.

To know that Yuan Shanglong, being the Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Crimson Sunset Sect, has always been unmatched by peers and rarely defeated.

Moreover, he specializes in Fire Techniques.

Ordinary flames have almost no effect on him.

But today...

Unbidden, a trace of fear appeared in the eyes of the young men in black.

Since their opponent could severely injure Yuan Shanglong in a frontal fight.

It shows that the opponent could easily kill all of them.

And facing such a person, their identity as Crimson Sunset Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn’t bring much safety.

At least not in the current environment.

"Mr. Yuan, do we now have the right to refuse your previous demands?"

At that moment, Ji Haoyuan’s voice appeared in their ears.

The young men in black looked up.

They saw Ji Haoyuan, with Liu Hongyu and Feng Wanqing, had come close to them.

This changed the expressions of the young men in black, their hearts inexplicably tightened.

Almost instinctively, their eyes turned to Yuan Shanglong.

Yuan Shanglong’s face was solemn.

He gazed coldly at Ji Haoyuan and his group.

"What if I say no? What will you do then?"

"Senior Brother Yuan!"

This time, it was the young men in black who felt uneasy.

They never expected their Senior Brother Yuan, Hall Master Yuan, to still...

"Heh..."

However, Yuan Shanglong was met with a contemptuous chuckle.

"Do you think you are qualified?"