Shi Yonghu and Cold Night Wind did not leave Marina City immediately. The two of them stayed in the presidential suite of the Marina International Hotel.
The time was five o'clock in the afternoon. Inside the suite, Shi Yonghu sat cross-legged. He didn't say a word, and it was as if his entire body had entered a realm of fetal rest. Cold Night Wind carefully accompanied him on the side.
The curtains of that floor-to-ceiling window were pulled open, the setting sun shone in, and the entire room was tainted with golden light.
Right at this moment, Shi Yonghu opened his eyes.
Cold Night Wind immediately shouted "Senior Uncle!"
A ray of coldness flashed in Shi Yonghu's eyes, which he quickly hid. Only then did he look up at Cold Night Wind and asked "How are things going with the Martial Arts Golden Sword Competition?"
Cold Night Wind said "Everything is in progress, the competition will be held as scheduled. Currently there are quite a few experts participating one after another, in addition there are experts from other countries who have caught wind of the competition and have also signed up." Shi Yonghu was slightly stunned and said "Other countries?"
Cold Night Wind said "There are two experts from Tokyo, Japan, both from the younger generation. They also want to use this competition to exchange with our martial artists. In addition, there are some good fighters from the Siberian Black Fist Battalion who have also heard about it. There are also some experts from the Buddhist Sect in Thailand who have come."
Shi Yonghu was quite surprised and said, "This Martial Arts Golden Sword Competition was originally just meant to be a bait for this little scion Chen Yang. I didn't realize that it has actually developed to this point. This competition is already a martial arts competition in the true sense of the word."
Cold Night Wind thought deeply, so he said "Senior Uncle, then what should we do next?"
Shi Yonghu said "Chen Yang, this little scion, just forget about it if he doesn't participate. Just kill him directly. As for the Martial Arts Competition, it will be held as normal. As long as our Shaolin Inner Sect ends up being the Golden Sword winner, we can restore the dignity of the Shaolin Inner Sect just the same."
It would be a regret for the Shaolin Inner Sect if they could not kill Chen Yang in front of their fellow martial arts practitioners. But right now, there was only this next option.
Cold Night Wind frowned slightly, he was a bit worried and said, "But Senior Uncle, Chen Yang has a connection with Elder Qin. Moreover, I see that he has a good relationship with some of the officials over here. Plus, he recorded the audio, right now, if we kill him, I'm afraid it's only a bit sensitive."
A trace of coldness flashed in Shi Yonghu's gaze as he said, "If we kill him, what can we do?" He paused and said "After killing him, we will immediately return to Nanyang. Could it be that there is still someone who dares to come to Southern Ocean to investigate the crime?"
The Southern Ocean was the world of the Shaolin Inner Sect. There was also a Shaolin Inner Sect military base there.
Once in the Southern Ocean, then indeed no one would dare to find trouble with Shi Yonghu.
And in the country, even if Shi Yonghu killed Chen Yang. No one in the country would be able to capture Shi Yonghu.
What's more, Shi Yonglong has a good relationship with some big shots in the country. As long as Shi Yonglong said hello, the aftermath of killing Chen Yang could be eliminated.
At this moment, Cold Night Wind also did feel the determination of Senior Uncle Shi Yonghu. This Chen Yang had truly angered Senior Uncle Shi Yonghu.
Therefore, Master Shi Yonghu had to kill Chen Yang right now.
Cold Night Wind saw that Shi Yonghu's attention was set, so he could not say anything more at that moment.
"But Senior Uncle, when do you plan to do it?" Then, Cold Nightwind asked again.
"Just tonight." Shi Yonghu said.
Cold Night Wind said "Senior Uncle, I have another worry. This Chen Yang is not a fool, he should be able to sense your killing intent. In case he escapes ahead of time, that would be a problem."
Shi Yonghu said coldly "He won't be able to escape."
Cold Night Wind couldn't help but wonder, saying "Why?"
To know, although the Shaolin Inner Sect has a huge power, but all the power is not in the country, much less in Binhai City ah!
Shi Yonghu said, "Before I left that tea house today, I had already locked Chen Yang with my mind. If he is in Binhai City, I will still find it troublesome to kill him. If he escapes, killing him will be even more worry-free."
Cold Night Wind couldn't help but wonder, "Idea lock?"
He felt that this statement of his senior uncle was too mysterious.
Shi Yonghu glanced at Cold Nightwind and said "Your realm has not yet arrived, so you won't understand. Idea Locking can also be called Thousand Mile Soul Locking. I locked Chen Yang's breath, even if he escaped thousands of miles away, I could still feel where the breath was. This is the divine marvel of the intersection of magnetic fields in the underworld."
An incredulous look filled the eyes of Cold Night Wind. He felt that his senior uncle's cultivation was no longer like a person. It truly looked like a divine immortal.
Night quickly descended.
The Chinese lights were on and a crescent moon rose into the sky.
Chen Yang stayed in the tea estate with Mu Jing and Qin Moyao.
Qin Moyao was determined not to leave Chen Yang, she was trying to protect him.
There had been no reply from her grandfather's side, and she was at a loss in her heart.
Chen Yang and Mu Jing, on the other hand, were sitting on their knees, like old monks in meditation.
Right at that moment, a feeling of extreme danger suddenly rose in Chen Yang's heart. He snapped his eyes open.
Mu Jing also opened her eyes. She looked at Chen Yang with slight surprise and said, "What?"
Chen Yang furrowed his brows and said, "Something is wrong, I feel that my spiritual platform is covered with dust and I can't really see anything."
Qin Muyao was puzzled by the side, what the hell is a spirit platform covered with dust?
But she didn't dare to ask random questions, anyway, she also felt that the atmosphere was tense.
Mu Jing however understood. At her and Chen Yang's realm, their bodies were as crystalline as jade and their spiritual platforms were clear. This was also the reason why their eyesight and earsight were superior to normal people. They were able to understand even the slightest wind and grass movement.
And right now, Chen Yang's spiritual platform was covered in dust for no reason, which was a very weird thing.
"Could it be ..." Mu Jing turned to think of something and could not help but lose her color.
Chen Yang was puzzled and said "What?"
Mu Jing said "I heard that for experts who have reached the peak of their cultivation level of Jindan, they are already able to vaguely communicate with heaven and earth. They can lock their souls for thousands of miles. Once he locks onto your scent, even if you escape thousands of miles away, he can still hunt you down. Could it be that person who cast the Thousand Mile Soul Locking Avatar on you?"
Chen Yang could not help but suck in a breath of cold air as he said in a deep voice "I can sense that person's determination to kill me. It seems like he has no intention of letting me go, I'm only afraid that he is already on his way to kill me now."
Qin Moyao could not understand the Thousand Mile Soul Lock from the side, but she could understand the meaning behind it. Her face was filled with anxiety and fear, she busily said "I'll immediately ask Director Xing to bring a team over."
Chen Yang stood up as he said "It's useless to repeat the same old trick, that person won't give us another chance like this." He paused, swept a glance at Mu Jing and said "The person he wants to kill is me." As soon as he finished saying this, he turned around and headed outside with quick steps.
Qin Moyao chased after him and said with a crying voice "Chen Yang, where are you going?"
Chen Yang did not answer, he turned his eyes and left the tea house, drove the BMW and quickly disappeared into the night.
Qin Moyao was in a panic, she felt an indescribable panic. She even smelled the odor of death.
Without even thinking, Qin Moyao wanted to drive her own police car to chase Chen Yang. She wanted to protect Chen Yang with her own life.
"Moyao!" Right at this moment, Mu Jing followed her out and she pulled Qin Moyao back.
Tears appeared in Qin Moyao's eyes, she was too afraid that something would happen to Chen Yang.
Mu Jing said in a deep voice, "Chen Yang is trying to distract that person, if he stays with us, that person might kill us. If he stays with us, that person might kill us and exterminate us. And if he walks away, that person will only kill him alone."
Qin Moyao came to a sudden realization, and her heart was even more grief-stricken. At this juncture, Chen Yang was still thinking about himself and Mu Jing.
"I'm going to save him!" Qin Moyao said firmly through gritted teeth. After she finished speaking, she pulled open the car door and got into the car.
Mu Jing did not stop Qin Moyao and followed her to the car.
The police car blazed out like a bolt of lightning in the middle of the night. The police lights flashed and the sirens were ear-piercing.
But what made Qin Moyao despair was that she could not see Chen Yang's whereabouts at all. There was no trace of Chen Yang's BMW on the road where the traffic was like a shuttle.
The world was so big, where was she going to look for Chen Yang?
Perhaps, she would never see Chen Yang again. When she saw him again, he would just be a corpse!
Feeling sad and helpless, Qin Moyao stopped her car violently in the middle of the road and then got out of the car in a hurry.
The night was misty, but the streetlights were bright.
There were thousands of pedestrians, each happy and sad.
On the commercial building across the street, a shampoo advertisement was playing on the big screen.
Qin Moyao ran quickly, she didn't dare to think of anything in her heart. There was a full of mourning filling her heart, making it hard for her to want to die.
In the police car, Mu Jing sat quietly.
She was surprisingly calm. In this instant, it was as if all the glory and shame in the world had nothing to do with her.
She could imagine Chen Yang's determination to go to martyrdom.
Suddenly, she felt that in this earthly world, the ebb and flow of the tide, the blossoms and flowers were so ordinary.
All people would be born, grow old, get sick and die, so Chen Yang, the Heaven's Destined One, would also die.
Mu Jing would not be as heartbroken as Qin Moyao. That was because Qin Moyao loved Chen Yang, because Qin Moyao was trapped by her seven emotions and six desires.
Mu Jing would also be sad, but at this moment, she felt that she had stripped away that sadness. She was like a passerby looking at the sad Mu Jing.
This was a marvelous realm.
Mu Jing's path was to the other side of the supreme shore, while Chen Yang was the scenery she passed by.
Chen Yang drove the BMW with the wind in his favor.
But the feeling of danger lingered like a tarsal maggot.
Without realizing it, Chen Yang drove the car to the national highway north of Binhai City.
There were not many vehicles on the national highway and the street lights were bright.
Ahead was the entrance to the highway where there was a toll booth.
Chen Yang did not want to die, he was a living human being with seven emotions and six desires. He was also afraid of death.
He was now desperately trying to survive, he wanted to drive to the highway and delay as long as possible with the speed of the BMW.
Although, Chen Yang knew that he would never be able to escape that Shi Yonghu's Thousand Mile Soul Lock. But to live one more moment is one more moment, this is the survival instinct of human beings.
Soon, Chen Yang arrived at the highway toll station. However, Chen Yang did not stop, he directly broke the highway toll bar, and the BMW rushed out as if it had taken Viagra.
The BMW soon drove into the night, there were no street lights on both sides.
It was also at this time that the cell phone suddenly rang.
Chen Yang took the phone with one hand and answered it.
It was Lin Qingxue's voice that came from over there.
"Chen Yang, where are you? Have you finished your business? When are you going home?"