Ancient warriors can be divided into six realms according to their strength, and each realm is divided into three levels. Gu Yu, who came down the mountain, is already at the peak of the Naling realm, while Ling Yun, although he is in his forties, is still in the middle stage of the Tongmai realm.

With that palm strike just now, Gu Yu only used his spiritual energy for a little while, and shocked Ling Yun into serious injuries. The gap between the two of them was too big. If Gu Yu wanted to kill Ling Yun, it was only a matter of raising his hand.

When Mo Weiyang, who was lying on the ground, saw the seriously injured Ling Yun, there was a trace of panic in his eyes, his mouth opened wide in disbelief, and his breathing became much faster.

Ling Yun is his grandfather's personal bodyguard, and he has never missed a chance in these years.

Mo Bingde once said that although he had practiced hard qigong since childhood, he had no chance of winning against Ling Yun.

But such a confidant of Mo Bingde fought with a young boy in his twenties and was seriously injured with just a simple move. Mo Weiyang could no longer imagine how powerful the opponent was.

"You... if you let me go, I will call immediately and ask my grandpa to bring Leng Baixuan here!"

Mo Weiyang was a little anxious. At this critical moment of life and death, he just wanted to save his own life.

As for whether he could control the Hades Palace and whether he could win the beauty back, he no longer dared to hope too much.

Gu Yu sneered, glanced down at him, curled his lips and said, "Are you qualified to tell me the conditions now?"

Not far away, Ling Yun clenched his teeth, stood up slowly with one hand on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said feebly: "You...what do you want?"

He was no match for the young man in front of him. Even if Mo Bingde brought people here, he wouldn't be able to gain the slightest advantage against an ancient warrior in the Spirit Realm.

"You call and ask Old Man Mo to come over!"

Ling Yun frowned deeply, and there was hesitation in his eyes.

Although the elderly Mo Bingde was a master practitioner and had many masters from the Hades Palace around him, his arrival only resulted in more casualties.

"I...I'll bring Leng Baixuan over to exchange for Master Mo with you!"

Gu Yu glanced at him mockingly and said, "You don't seem to understand yet. Both of your lives are in my hands. If you don't want to die, just follow my instructions!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yu raised his foot and kicked Mo Weiyang aside.

Although Gu Yu didn't use his spiritual energy with this kick, he still had a hundred kilograms of strength. Mo Weiyang, who was already injured, slid sideways for more than three meters. His back hit the wall heavily, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Dead in the past.

Ling Yun trembled and hurriedly replied: "Don't... don't hurt Master Mo. I'll call and ask Mr. Mo to bring Leng Baixuan over!"

At this time, in the Mo family villa, Mo Bingde was standing in the basement with his hands behind his back. In front of him was a man in his fifties whose hands were tied. His body was covered with blood, and he was so angry that he had already half-stepped into the gate of hell.

This person is Leng Baixuan, the master of the Hades Palace. Although he is not an ancient warrior, he may control so many killers in the Hades Palace, and he can also secure the position of the master of the Hades Palace under Mo Bingde's nose. His strength cannot be underestimated.

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It's a pity that he trusted Mo Bingde too much. Not only did he lose his position as the master of the Hades Palace due to his carelessness, but his daughter almost died as well.

Leng Baixuan only wants to die now, and hopes that Mo Bingde can give him a happy life.

"Kill...kill me! The position of the Lord of the Underworld Palace is yours!"

Leng Baixuan was tied to a stone pillar, with messy hair hanging on his shoulders. He raised his head and pleaded weakly to Mo Bingde.

"Kill you? Now is not the time! I will help you and let you see Leng Yaxuan for the last time!"

Mo Bingde had a sneer on his face, everything was according to his plan.

It was already known to everyone in the Hades Palace that his grandson liked Leng Yaxuan, but Leng Yaxuan had such a stubborn temper that even if he were to capture her, the little girl would not agree to marry her grandson.

Let Leng Baixuan live for a few more days, firstly, he can threaten Leng Yaxuan with his life, and secondly, it can also make the killers loyal to Leng Baixuan in Hades Palace not dare to act rashly.

"Yaxuan...Yaxuan is still alive?"

There was a glimmer in Leng Baixuan's eyes. He only had a daughter like Leng Yaxuan. He could see his daughter for the last time before he died, and he could close his eyes with peace of mind.

Mo Bingde looked at Leng Baixuan and said contemptuously: "If you had agreed to Yaxuan's marriage to my grandson, we wouldn't have reached this stage."

Leng Baixuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Let Yaxuan marry that loser Mo Weiyang? How can a tiger girl be worthy of a dog?"

Mo Bingde's eyes burst with murderous intent, and he swayed and came to Leng Baixuan. He gritted his teeth and said: "Leng Baixuan, I have tolerated you for many years! If our two families can get married, maybe I can still do it.

I'll keep an open mind and won't do anything to you!"

"You asked for all this. As long as you are in my hands, Leng Yaxuan will definitely come back! Then I will let you see your daughter marry my grandson, Mo Bingde!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the basement. Mo Bingde frowned slightly, took a deep breath and returned to his usual calm demeanor.

The door was pushed open, and a stern-faced man in a suit walked in with a mobile phone.

When the big man in a suit saw Leng Baixuan, who was covered in injuries, a look of sadness flashed through his eyes, but this did not escape Mo Bingde's gaze.

"What? What do you have to say when you see the former Master of the Underworld looking like this?"

The big man trembled and quickly knelt down on the ground. He lowered his head and replied in fear: "I don't dare!"

Mo Bingde snorted lightly and asked casually: "What's going on?"

"Ling Yun...Mr. Ling called and said...that the young master was in danger at the Yulan Club!"

Mo Bingde's pupils shrank suddenly, and he lifted the big man kneeling on the ground with one hand.

"Great Elder, please spare your life! That's what Mr. Ling said on the phone..."

This big man seemed to be particularly afraid of Mo Bingde and hurriedly handed the phone to him.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he shook his arm after taking the phone and threw the big man aside. Mo Bingdesen asked coldly: "Ling Yun, what happened?"

When Mo Weiyang left, he was followed by Xiaodie, who was one of the top masters in the Hades Palace, and there were many bodyguards from the Mo family behind him. Mo Bingde really couldn't think of anyone in the entire Anzhou.

How dare you do something to your own grandson?

Moreover, this call was from Ling Yun. His personal bodyguard was an ancient warrior, and Leng Baixuan was injured by him. If Ling Yun said he was in trouble, Mo Bingde also knew that his grandson would be very worried.
Chapter completed!