Creation Color Master

Just as the soldiers of the Frost Eagle Tribe were about to surround the theater, a voice came from the side of the street.

"How dare you! Yong'an Town is the territory of our Wang family. Who dares to cause trouble here?"

Wang Hong came hurriedly with a team of well-equipped soldiers, and at his command, they guarded the door of the theater.

It was not until Wang Hong stood in front of the theater that he felt a little relieved.

After receiving the news from Hanyang Pass, Wang Hong did not delay for a moment. He hurriedly summoned the government troops and made all preparations.

Sarliang looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him, his eyes flashing with endless coldness, and he said coldly: "You are the boss of Yong'an Town. I now suspect that the thief who stole our treasure has escaped into this theater. We must recover the treasure of the tribe."

Wang Hong laughed softly and said, "What a joke. This is me, Xia Yang. What's more, your request has violated other people's privacy. I can't let you be so presumptuous until you can produce evidence to prove that the thief escaped."

Sarliang narrowed his eyes and said viciously: "You should know that we came to Xiayang to represent the ancient barbarian royal family. Are you sure you want to stop us? Aren't you afraid that I will meet your emperor and revoke your official position?"

Wang Hong said: "Hahaha, this is ridiculous. I, Wang Hong, am protecting my people in my own territory. What's wrong with that? It's you who swaggered into Yong'an Town and seriously affected the public security in Yong'an Town."

Sarliang said coldly, "Are you sure you won't leave?"

Wang Hong laughed loudly upon hearing this and said, "What a big tone! How dare you threaten me? Don't forget that this is Xiayang, and you can't be so presumptuous."

Sarliang didn't say anything, but his eyes full of murderous intent told it all.

As the two sides were about to fight, there was no one to be seen on the streets, only the soldiers of the two sides confronting each other.

Inside the theater, Chu Mo felt the noise outside and said to the two people beside him, "It seems that what was supposed to come has finally come. It's so unexpected that they have come knocking on our door. If I, the owner of the theater, don't show up, doesn't that mean I have something to hide?"

"Today we will go and see the soldiers of the Frost Eagle Tribe."

Outside, as Sarliang slowly raised his hand, hundreds of people drew their sabers, and a huge murderous aura swept through the palace soldiers.

Wang Hong's pupils dilated. It turned out that all of these soldiers were at the second level of cultivation. Although their levels varied, they were all at the second level of cultivation. Even Wang Hong couldn't help but sigh at the power of the Cold Eagle Tribe.

Looking at the palace soldiers whose cultivation level was only at the first level, they were guarding the theater door tightly under powerful pressure.

"squeak"

The door of the theater was opened. Salliang looked up and saw an elegant young man in brocade clothes walking out.

Two white-haired veterans followed behind him. At just one glance, Sarliang felt a hint of danger from one of them.

Chu Mo ignored Sarliang and said to Wang Hong: "Old Wang, your soldiers are no match for them. Don't get involved in this matter. Go back quickly. They will only sacrifice a few more people here."

Wang Hong opened his mouth. He understood all this, but he still asked worriedly, "Xiao Mo, are you sure you can handle it yourself? These people are not easy to mess with. They are very arrogant."

Chu Mo smiled and nodded, saying: "Don't worry, I have been prepared."

Wang Hong came with the palace soldiers, and before leaving, he asked Chu Mo again and again with concern.

Sarliang looked at the young man who looked noble in his eyes, and said softly: "Are you the owner of this theater?"

Chu Mo nodded and said, "Everyone, my theater has always been honest and upright. I wonder what brings you here?"

Sarliang said seriously: "The spiritual treasure of our tribe was stolen. We chased the thief all the way from Guman to here, but the aura was cut off in front of your door. We think you are hiding the criminal."

"So, in order to avoid misunderstanding, Sir, please open the door and let us search. This will be good for both of us."

Chu Mo laughed softly upon hearing this, then changed his expression and said, "Bah, how shameless! This is my home, it is my personal territory, no one has the right to interfere, how can I allow you to search it at will."

Sarliang didn't expect Chu Mo to reject him, so he threatened: "Do you really think I won't dare to touch you on Xiayang's territory? Today, I, Hanying Erlang, broke in forcefully, what can you do?"

Everyone from the Yang family stood in the open space in front of the door, protecting Chu Mo behind them. They took a step forward with guns in hand, looking murderous, and stared at Sarliang viciously.

"Hands on"

Following Sarliang's order, a team of ten people moved forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages and rushed towards the crowd.

They were at the second level of cultivation and did not take the Yang family members seriously at all.

The ten people who launched the charge had gloomy, bloodthirsty and excited expressions on their faces, and their every move revealed the madness before killing, just like wild beasts.

The next second, miserable screams came out from the mouths of several people. They covered their chests one by one. The severe pain made them fall to the ground and roll around. They completely lost their previous excitement and arrogance.

Sarliang's pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't understand why no one took action, allowing his first team to be in such a mess and lose their combat effectiveness.

Sal and ran straight forward and began to check their bodies.

Chu Mo said coldly: "Humph, this is the end of reckless behavior, you will suffer for your own mistakes."

"It's a Gu"

This was the conclusion Salha came to after checking the conditions of the ten soldiers.

Sarha's third realm cultivation exploded, and a thick blood and energy smoke rose up behind him, transforming into blood eagles that drilled into the bodies of the ten people.

After some operations, the blood spirit Gu secretly planted by Madam Mingzhu was broken.

Chu Mo just watched quietly without the slightest fluctuation. He had already anticipated that the poisonous insects would not pose any threat to them at all.

Sarliang laughed loudly and said, "What powerful means do I think you have? It's just a small poisonous insect. It's really not up to par. Next, I'll see how you deal with it. Then go to the two teams."

After saying that, the twenty men directly grasped their sabers, moved swiftly and fiercely, and launched an attack on the crowd.

"My lord, you should go back first. It is very dangerous outside. If a fight breaks out, I am afraid we will not be able to take care of you. It is safer to go back to the theater."

After Yang Jiye finished speaking, he directly led everyone of the Yang family into a melee with the Cold Eagle Squad, with spears against sabers. One had a heavy blade and powerful chopping power, while the other was swift and flexible, and could switch between stabbing, picking, sweeping and breaking points at will. Every move was deadly, and everyone fought desperately.

Seeing that a group of household generals at the peak of the first realm could easily block the attacks of their subordinates at the second realm, a hint of surprise flashed in Salliang's eyes, and then he raised his hand again to signal to attack backwards.

Suddenly, a team of ten people walked out from behind, their sabers flashing coldly. The person walking in the front pushed off the ground and rushed straight towards the theater door.

The blue bricks on the ground were broken into pieces by him.

The theater door opened, and a group of heroic female generals walked out. Mu Guiying's eyes widened and she said, "Now that the female generals of the Yang Clan are here, no one can cross the theater door."

After the battle, Chu Mo raised the cultivation level of the female generals of the Yang Clan to the peak of the first level of spirit summoning. Now, their fighting power is no less than that of Yang Yanshun and others.