Chapter 739 The Trump Card
Just as Chen Yang thought the two were about to make a move, he was astonished to find them both standing still, not moving at all.
Chen Yang looked at them, full of confusion, and didn't know what to do.
If it were a battle of spiritual power, Chen Yang felt he should be able to sense it, but he didn't feel any clash of spiritual power at all!
As time ticked by, Chen Yang broke out in a cold sweat and could only ask Zhou Zeyao in a low voice, "What's going on, why aren't you fighting!"
For a moment, Chen Yang even suspected that these two had used some profound method of combat.
Little did Chen Yang know, Zhou Zeyao was even more nervous than him!
Zhou Zeyao looked at the tea mountain before him, his mind constantly pondering how strong the opponent's strength truly was.
Zhou Zeyao's memory held some recollections of the past.
He remembered very clearly how strong the martial artists of that era were.
No matter if the strength of the person before him had declined or not, a peak Grandmaster now... would absolutely not be a match for the opponent, unless!
Zhou Zeyao's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer Chen Yang. Instead, he glared at the opponent, word by word, saying, "You come!"
The martial artist attached to the tea mountain heard this and was extremely nervous, but he couldn't remain indifferent in the face of such provocation.
"What do you want! The sect, inside and out, has been emptied by you! There's nothing left!"
Zhou Zeyao showed no nervousness at such an accusation; instead, a smile appeared on his face.
Just as Chen Yang thought Zhou Zeyao had been scared silly, Zhou Zeyao burst out laughing. His laughter wasn't loud, but Chen Yang clearly heard the mockery within it.
"Old Zhou!"
Chen Yang had seen many martial artists, big and small, and had faced peak Grandmasters alone countless times.
But in any encounter, Chen Yang never underestimated his opponent.
Zhou Zeyao's current state seemed too arrogant to Chen Yang.
However, to Chen Yang's great surprise, the opponent didn't make a move when seeing Zhou Zeyao like this. Instead, he stood there, staring intently at the two of them.
A sudden guess immediately occupied Chen Yang's mind: since the opponent knew that Zhou Zeyao was now a very weak martial artist, why didn't he attack?
A martial artist who could influence the thoughts of these two, the guardian of this sect, watched his sect's belongings being taken by the two of them without showing himself before.
Various doubts made Chen Yang feel astonished.
Just then, Zhou Zeyao spoke, "I suddenly thought of something. Since the most I am now is a peak Grandmaster, that is, what you call a mortal cultivator, then how much strength do you have left? Can it be the same as back then, or the same as us?"
After saying all this, Zhou Zeyao looked at Chen Yang behind him, a faint smile on his face, "Chen Yang, what do you think this guy's strength is?"
Chen Yang's mind was already filled with doubts, and with this sudden point, he immediately reacted.
"Based on my guess, this guy is also just a peak Grandmaster, the same realm as us?"
After being exposed by Chen Yang and Zhou Zeyao, the martial artist attached to the tea mountain immediately deflated like a pricked balloon.
His previous tough attitude vanished instantly. "Our sect lives in seclusion and has never offended any external martial artists, nor have we ever sought trouble. What do you want?"
"You've already taken what you wanted!"
Watching his sect's belongings being snatched away one by one by these two before him, no one understood his inner pain better than he did.
He had guarded these things for an unknown amount of time. After waking up, he even found that his strength had regressed to the mortal cultivator realm, and no matter how he cultivated, he couldn't break through the limitation of mortal cultivation.
A huge sense of fear enveloped him.
It wasn't until the awakening of the tea mountain that he had a glimmer of hope.
He was waiting to see if this special existence, the tea mountain, could break through the taboo, but he never expected that the tea mountain not only didn't break through but instead brought two robbers.
What shocked him even more was that one of them was actually a Supreme Being from the Northern Region.
Moreover, the opponent had also fallen to the mortal cultivator realm, and his aura had become extremely complex.
The previous words were entirely meant to scare the opponent...
He never expected to be exposed now...
A mortal cultivator against two mortal cultivators, could he really deal with these two? One was a former Supreme Being, and the other didn't seem simple at all!
In the end, he chose to surrender. After all, he bore a very difficult mission: to ensure his sect's lineage continued.
If he died, the sect would truly become a speck of dust in history...
No one would ever remember them again!
Just like the Supreme Being before him, he didn't even know which sect this was!
Chen Yang and Zhou Zeyao understood that they had guessed correctly upon hearing the opponent's words.
"Don't make a move yet, gather some intel. It seems his memory is much better than yours!"
Facing Chen Yang's taunt, Zhou Zeyao didn't say a word this time, instead following Chen Yang's advice.
After all, Chen Yang was telling the truth... Zhou Zeyao knew about his memory deficiency, and now there was someone with such a much better memory.
Keeping him alive was far better than killing him.
Chen Yang tidied his clothes, retracted his inner energy, and said with a light smile, "My friend, all that happened before was just a misunderstanding. We never intended to take anything from your sect. After all, before you appeared, we thought this place had been abandoned long ago."
"Don't worry, we haven't touched anything. The reason we took the items was because this place was already being eyed by others. Those items are being kept in another location. When you want them, just say the word, and I'll take you there."
"Since you know Old Zhou, then no matter what, we are old friends, aren't we?"
Chen Yang's tone was neither fawning nor threatening.
However, the martial artist attached to the tea mountain looked at Chen Yang with vigilance and said softly, "You want to imprison me!"
Chen Yang never expected that the opponent's vigilance would be so high.
Imprisonment was something Chen Yang had considered, but upon careful thought, the opponent's identity was special, and the technique he used was very miraculous. No one knew what trump cards he might still have.
Such a person absolutely could not be offended!