90,000 Years of Longevity

Kunlun Mountain, the Longevity Temple.

There had been a lot of noise here, and a piece of news quickly spread out from here.

"What? The door of the Old Immortal's house in Kunlun Mountain was kicked by the people of the Zhao Family?" A senior official almost fell off his chair after hearing the news. His face was pale and his voice trembled, " Send someone over, you must not let the Zhao Family mess around!"

"Asshole, is the Zhao Family tired of living? They dare to do something to the Old Immortal too? This is looking for death! Send someone over immediately and we must find a way to stop it. If the Zhao Family dares to mess around, kill them without pardon!" The person who said this was a big man in the dark world with a dark complexion and a cold voice.

"Never let the Old Immortal have trouble! Remember, absolutely, contact the Zhao Family immediately, ask them what they are doing, and terminate all cooperation with the Zhao Family!" A big businessman was in a meeting. After he heard the news, he left halfway, then he took out the phone and shouted.

"Is it made by the Zhao Family's third-generation young master, Zhao Kun?" Some family young masters were dumbfounded when they got the news... they thought Zhao Kun was crazy!

Of course…

There were also people who wanted to drop stones on someone who had fallen into a well as well. 

"It seems that the Zhao Family can't help it anymore, but it's okay for them to do it first, so we can try to gauge how much energy that person has left." Hearing this news, the patriarch of a big family didn't have much trouble. Instead, he sat leisurely on the rocking chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, tasting it gently with a faint smile on his mouth.

"No matter what the cost, the traffic around Kunlun Mountain must be paralyzed for an hour!"

"No one is allowed to step into Kunlun Mountain!"

"No one is allowed to talk nonsense about today's affairs... There are no immortals in this world!"

The news was still spreading.

Some people were very anxious as they rushed towards Kunlun Mountain, wanting to help Wang An.

Some people were with the mentality of watching a good show, they secretly sent people to create various disputes on the road, preventing unrelated people from entering the Kunlun Mountain, and trying every means to buy more time for Zhao Kun.

On this day, the whole world was quietly shaking.

The undercurrent was frantically raging.

From all over the world, the number of people going to cities near Kunlun Mountain was increasing rapidly. Air tickets, train tickets, and even bus tickets were almost all sold out within an hour.

At this moment, Kunlun Mountain, the Longevity Temple, in the lobby.

It was a completely different situation.

The air here seemed to have frozen...

All the people here seemed to be still.

The bodyguard who stretched out his hand and tried to pinch Ye Bei's neck was at a position less than ten centimeters away from Ye Bei, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward any further.

The veins on his arms burst. His eyes were bloodshot.

"What's going on... why I can't move?" His heart was dominated by an unprecedented fear.

"His body is frozen?"

"Who did it?"

"Are there really immortals?"

"Gosh, how could this be..."

The other bodyguards nearby were the same, everyone was shocked, wanted to speak but couldn't say a word for a long time... their hearts almost jumped out.

It must be known that these bodyguards had strong combat effectiveness, they had come out of the real battlefield.

Everyone had at least claimed ten lives.

However, even when they once killed someone, it was not as weird as it was today.

It was not only that the bodyguards couldn't move, but Zhao Kun was also the same.

No matter how hard he tried to take back his raised hand, he couldn't take it back.

The proud eyes slowly changed. First, it was shock, then it was filled with fear.

"Remember what I just said." Ye Bei sat on the chair and said with a faint voice.

Clatter!

The moment the sound fell, Ye Bei stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly on the pure wooden coffee table, making a crisp sound.

Puff!

A terrible thing happened.

The bodyguard who tried to pinch Ye Bei's neck exploded with a puff, turning into a cloud of scarlet blood!

And what was scarier was that this was just the beginning.

Puff!

The second bodyguard!

Puff...

The third bodyguard!

Puff...

Almost in the blink of an eye, the bodyguards who attempted to attack and disrespect Ye Bei had their heads directly exploded in front of Zhao Kun and Wang An, and turned into a blood mist. Followed by those blood mists, in just a second, they all disappeared as if they had never appeared.

Only the faint smell of blood was in the air.

Crash!

When all the bodyguards disappeared, the imprisonment was eliminated.

Zhao Kun looked pale, his legs softened and he fell directly to the ground.

Wang An squinted, there was also a bit of fear in his eyes...

He had known Ye Bei for a long time.

From a very young age, he followed Ye Bei and called him master.

Ye Bei was a terrible existence that was unable to be understood, it was the way of immortality which was out of reach for mortals.

But Wang An had never seen Ye Bei's appearance when he was angry when he killed someone...

He just killed with his fingertips without any warning...

Even after the murder, he did not frown even a tad bit, he was tasting tea with a calm face as usual.

Seeing this today, Wang An felt that his body couldn't help but feel cold for several degrees. Deep down in his heart, he was fortunate that he was always loyal to Ye Bei, but at the same time, he was secretly feeling sad for those who tried to betray Ye Bei.

Those who betrayed for the sake of mere wealth... He was afraid that those guys did not realize at all that how terrible the existence they betrayed was...

"You, who are you?"

"Devil!"

"You, you...you are the devil, the devil!"

After recovering, Zhao Kun's previous calm look was nowhere to be found. Both feet kicked on the ground indiscriminately, his mouth roared, and the images of the bodyguards turned into blood mist in his mind were constantly repeating.

"Throw out." Ye Bei didn't even look at Zhao Kun but said a little to Wang An.

"Yes, Master." Wang An bent over and nodded.

He walked in front of Zhao Kun in two steps, stretched out his old arm, grabbed Zhao Kun by his collar, and dragged him towards the gate of Longevity Temple...

After seeing the quaint gate that had been stepped on, Wang An frowned slightly, and then with a little force on his arm, Zhao Kun was lifted up and flew out from the Longevity Temple.

Boom...

Finally, he fell on the steps with a bang!

Click, click!

When he fell, he could even hear the sound of broken bones of his body clearly.

"Devil!"

"Ah... he must be the devil!"

Zhao Kun held his bloody head, still screaming constantly in his mouth, obviously, he was terribly scared!

"Today's Taoist Temple is closed! No one is allowed to make any disturbance…" After throwing out Zhao Kun, Wang An's voice also spread out!

At the gate of Longevity Temple, those tourists who stayed were silent for an instant!

Many people who came from a distance even had their breath frozen! As for Wang An, he returned to the lobby and knelt in front of Ye Bei again. His body restored to the appearance of an old rickety man.

This idiom means to hit a person when he's down.