The Sword God of the Universe

Hearing Gao Lan's words, Jing Yan laughed in anger!

"What a shameless old fop!"

"I am Jing Yan! As for why I am here to find you, I believe you are very clear about it. Let's not beat around the bush, Gao Lan, return those five bottles of Holy Spirit Potion, and I will pretend this never happened!" Jing Yan said, suppressing his fury with a low voice.

"So, you are that Jing Yan! Indeed, you have quite the reputation!" Gao Lan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"However, I don't care who you are or how strong you are. If you break into my residence without my permission, that's an invasion! Hmph, as for what you mentioned about the Holy Spirit Potion, it was already taken back by Zhang Family Patriarch, Zhang Yibing," Gao Lan clearly had thought beforehand about what to say when meeting Jing Yan.

Anyhow, he was absolutely not going to admit that he had taken Jing Yan's Holy Spirit Potion. Those bottles of medicine, he was dead set on them!

The disciple of Gao Lan stood beside Gao Lan, glancing at his master from the corner of his eyes. Just a moment earlier, he had seen the Holy Spirit Potion. Yet now his master was saying that it had been taken back by Zhang Yibing.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the disciple of Gao Lan understood—apparently, these Holy Spirit Potions were something his master wanted to keep for himself.

"Jing Yan! The Holy Spirit Potion has already been taken back by Clan Chief Zhang, yet now you come to ask my master for it, what do you mean by this?" Gao Lan's disciple, having understood the situation, didn't hesitate to stand by his master Gao Lan's side.

He also knew what the Holy Spirit Potion represented. Such divine medicine could not simply be allowed to be taken back by Jing Yan. If his master could figure out the formula for the Holy Spirit Potion, his status would skyrocket, and as Gao Lan's disciple, he too would rise in status.

Jing Yan knitted his brows and glanced at Gao Lan's disciple.

"Both master and disciple are of the same ilk!" Jing Yan said with disdain.

"Gao Lan, I don't want to waste words with you. If you are wise, return the medicine to me, and don't bother me with such a lousy excuse as the medicine being taken by Zhang Yibing. The medicine is mine, and I am very clear about its authenticity. You had better not test my patience." Jing Yan's Primordial Energy stirred slightly.

If Gao Lan insisted on not returning the medicine, then Jing Yan would have no choice but to take action!

"Such arrogance!"

"Hehe, do you really think that just because you are strong, you can run rampant and kill people everywhere?"

"Jing Yan, I am aware of your conflict with the Song Family; you killed the Song Family Patriarch, Song Zhongshan. However, this is Haofeng City; is this a place where you can commit crimes without regard? Are you not afraid that the Haofeng City Lord will execute you?" Gao Lan's chief reliance was on the City Lord, Yuan Jihu.

He had inquired into the details of the conflict between Jing Yan and the Song Family. The conflict between the Song Family and Jing Yan had ended, but the problem between the City Lord and Jing Yan had not been resolved.

If it were not for the Old Clan Leader of the Song Family persuading the City Lord on that day, the City Lord might have acted to execute Jing Yan on the spot.

Gao Lan believed that if Jing Yan took action again today, City Lord Yuan Jihu would definitely execute him. He brought up Yuan Jihu precisely to intimidate Jing Yan.

He did not believe that Jing Yan was unafraid of death!

As for how formidable Jing Yan was rumored to be outside, Gao Lan did not completely believe it. He thought that if the Song Family Patriarch had truly put forth all his effort, Jing Yan certainly wouldn't have survived.

Similarly, if City Lord Yuan Jihu wanted to kill Jing Yan, there was no way Jing Yan could resist.

"Gao Lan, you think the City Lord can protect you?" Jing Yan's lips curved into a smile; he understood what was bolstering Gao Lan's confidence—it was the City Lord, Yuan Jihu.

"Hmph, this is Haofeng City! You, an outsider, commit slaughter in Haofeng City; the City Lord's execution of you would be enforcing the law for heaven and earth, just and righteous. I advise you to leave Haofeng City before the City Lord takes action against you. Otherwise, by the time you want to leave, I'm afraid it would be too late!" Gao Lan's heart twitched slightly; for some reason, he did not sense any fear of the City Lord in Jing Yan's demeanor.

Could it be that Jing Yan really was not afraid of City Lord Yuan Jihu executing him?

"I don't want to kill, but sometimes, I truly have no choice!" Jing Yan shook his head.

It seemed he wouldn't be able to take those five bottles of Holy Spirit Potion without resorting to force.

"Swoosh!" The Skyfire Sword shimmered into existence.

Seeing Jing Yan draw the Skyfire Sword, a flicker of fear appeared in Gao Lan's eyes. He was not the type who was unafraid of death; the reason he dared to swallow the Holy Spirit Potion, knowing it belonged to Jing Yan, was not because he lacked fear, but because he had the City Lord as his backing. That, and his desire for the Holy Spirit Potion, his longing for fame.

"What do you want to do?" Gao Lan's breathing became a bit hurried.

"Jing Yan, don't be reckless. If you really take action, the City Lord will certainly not let you off," Gao Lan's disciple also called out nervously.

"Gao Lan!"

At that moment, a loud shout came.

Then, the figure of City Lord Yuan Jihu rapidly approached from the sky.

"The City Lord?"

"City Lord!"

Gao Lan saw Yuan Jihu arriving and rejoiced inwardly. His morale, which had almost crumbled, suddenly solidified.

The City Lord had come, his backer had arrived—why fear Jing Yan?

"Little vermin, I just told you to leave but you wouldn't, now it's too late for you to want to leave," Gao Lan stared at Jing Yan, his face displaying a malicious smile, looking spirited.

"City Lord, this scoundrel named Jing Yan barged into my residence; please, City Lord, stand up for me!" Gao Lan first cursed Jing Yan, then turned urgently toward Yuan Jihu who had just descended from the sky, pleading his case.

"City Lord! This person named Jing Yan has intruded into my master's residence unprovoked, look, he has even drawn his weapon and is about to attack and kill us. This kind of person must be executed, otherwise where would the authority of Haofeng City stand?" Gao Lan's disciple, who also happened to be eloquent, joined in with Gao Lan in concerted grievance.

Jing Yan watched the master and disciple with a cold smirk.

Then, he turned and looked coldly at Yuan Jihu.

"Yuan Jihu, you want to get involved in this matter?" Jing Yan asked, looking at Yuan Jihu.

He was already too lazy to explain why he was looking for Gao Lan; in his view, no matter what he said, there wouldn't be any use. That day at the Song Family, Yuan Jihu was ready to confront him. Today at Gao Lan's residence, Yuan Jihu had promptly appeared again; this was probably not a coincidence. Perhaps, Yuan Jihu had been keeping a secret watch all along. Knowing that he was coming to find Gao Lan, he immediately followed.

"Mr. Jing Yan, I do indeed need to intervene in this matter! It happened within Haofeng City, and I am the Haofeng City Lord, how could I not show up?" Yuan Jihu said to Jing Yan with a smile.

Seeing Yuan Jihu's posture, Jing Yan's gaze became a bit more focused. There was something off about Yuan Jihu's tone! When he spoke at the Song Family, it wasn't with this kind of tone.