Ancient Gods

Mo Yang silently glanced at the young man. This man looked extraordinary and his cultivation was not weak. He had the second-level cultivation of the Saint King Realm. If he were placed on the Xuantian Continent, he would be considered a very talented genius.

Next to the young man were several middle-aged men in uniform clothes. They all had a curved sword hanging on their waists, and a big Qin character was engraved on the scabbard.

After a silent glance, Mo Yang had already guessed the origins of these people. The young man must be the young master of the Qin family. After all, there were seven guards following him, which was quite a show.

The drinkers who were still talking a lot just now quieted down at this time, returned to their seats, buried their heads in drinking, and dared not speak.

Mo Yang silently glanced at it, continued to drink by himself, looked out the window, and looked at the pedestrians on the street.

He had seen too many people of this type. At first glance, they relied on their family background to be arrogant and domineering in Qincheng, otherwise the drinkers in the restaurant would not react so violently.

However, just as Mo Yang turned his head to look out the window, a guard next to the young man spoke up. He glanced at the many guests and said in an extremely domineering tone: "My young master is going to entertain guests here, so you all leave immediately!"

Mo Yang looked back and saw that the guard who spoke was pointing his finger at everyone. His movements were very skillful. He had obviously done this kind of thing many times before.

The guests in the restaurant dispersed in an instant and stood up and left their seats. A few people hesitated slightly and were scolded. They did not dare to stay and quickly stood up and left.

In just a few breaths, the entire restaurant was completely quiet because almost all the guests had left.

The reason why I say almost is because there was still one person who did not move.

Mo Yang sat silently on his seat, looking out the window, holding the wine cup in one hand, as if he did not notice the movement in the restaurant.

"Boy, why don't you leave? Do you want to live?"

The guard who had just spoken saw that Mo Yang was motionless, and immediately stepped forward, the scimitar on his waist was half unsheathed, the sharp blade was across Mo Yang's neck, and he shouted angrily.

But Mo Yang still didn't move, let alone move, he didn't react at all, his eyes were still looking out the window, holding the wine glass in one hand and slowly bringing it to his lips, and took a sip gently.

His movements were not affected at all, and there was no pause or hesitation.

The guard couldn't help but be slightly stunned, his eyes quickly swept over Mo Yang, and then concentrated on sensing.

Mo Yang's clothes were extremely ordinary, just a commoner's outfit, and there was no real energy fluctuation or the breath of a cultivator on his body.

After confirming again, the guard then said angrily: "Boy, you are lucky today, get out of here quickly. If it weren't for the fact that my young master is going to entertain guests today, it's not appropriate to see blood. Your head would be gone now!"

Until this time, Mo Yang turned back. His face was calm and there was no change in expression, especially his eyes. Although they were dull, the Qin family guard couldn't help but look stunned when he looked into them. He felt a little guilty for no reason.

But before the Qin family guard could speak, he groaned first, and then fell straight down. On his forehead, a wooden chopstick almost completely sank into his head.

No one saw how Mo Yang made the move. Even in the sight of other guards, Mo Yang had never made a move, so they hurriedly looked out of the window of the restaurant at the first time, and did not directly suspect Mo Yang.

Because they had just sensed that Mo Yang was just an ordinary person.

Although the guard's cultivation was not as good as the Saint Realm, he was also a seventh-level Transcendent Realm cultivator. He was killed in one blow, without even struggling.

Facing a guard who fell straight beside him, Mo Yang's face remained calm, without any ripples. He calmly waved to the waiter standing at the entrance of the corridor with a nervous face, and said, "Waiter, please get me a new pair of chopsticks!"

At this time, the guards beside the young master of the Qin family looked at Mo Yang.

Then there was a series of sounds of knives being unsheathed, and several guards came forward and surrounded Mo Yang in the blink of an eye.

The young master of the Qin family also squinted his eyes to look at Mo Yang. He didn't even see it clearly just now, but vaguely saw that Mo Yang seemed to raise his hand. He asked himself that he couldn't do it at such a speed.

However, he concentrated his mind again and again, but still could not sense any fluctuation of true energy from Mo Yang. In his cognition, even if he was a Saint Emperor, he could not completely avoid his perception.

Looking at Mo Yang's clothes, he really could not connect Mo Yang with a cultivator.

"Kill him, don't waste time!" The young master of the Qin family had a cold light in his eyes, and he gave the order very decisively.

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards all moved and swung their swords at Mo Yang.

However, the next moment, the guards all froze, their arms raised in the air, making the action of chopping, but they stopped instantly, as if time had frozen.

In two breaths, one guard after another fell straight down.

On their foreheads, the wounds were almost exactly the same, with two finger-like blood holes, and it seemed that the force was too terrifying. After two people fell, their heads were directly broken into several pieces.

Mo Yang took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his fingers, then looked up at the young master of the Qin family.

"Who are you?" The young master of the Qin family looked very serious and stared at Mo Yang.

He had been staring at Mo Yang and had never looked away. However, when Mo Yang attacked, he still did not see clearly. Although he saw a flashing afterimage, he could not keep up with Mo Yang's speed.

At this moment, there was a commotion downstairs, followed by footsteps, and someone walked up the carved wooden steps.

"Mr. Qin, this restaurant is really good!"

The voice came before the person arrived.

Mo Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the entrance of the corridor. It was also a young man who appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

The moment the young man stepped onto this floor of the restaurant, he also noticed something was wrong, because there was a strong smell of blood rushing towards him. He did not have time to ask the young master of the Qin family. His eyes subconsciously looked at the corpses and then fell on Mo Yang.

"Mr. Qin, who is this person?" When the young man looked at Mo Yang, his brows could not help but frowned, and he subconsciously asked the young master of the Qin family.

Because Mo Yang gave him a strange feeling. Although there was no fluctuation in his cultivation, he always felt that he was not an ordinary person.

He even faintly sensed a dangerous aura from Mo Yang, a feeling that was indescribable.