300 I’ll Take The Spiritual Liquid Away!

“Ow!”

Some White Fox people suddenly let out miserable roars. After the other White Fox people died, countless ferocious and hatred-filled gazes stared intently at Chen Yun, wishing they could tear him into pieces.

Everyone immediately became nervous. A huge battle was about to break out.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded from the snow.

“Stop!”

“Stop!”

This old voice came from the snowstorm with an incomparably ancient and boundless charm. What was even more shocking was that when this voice came, all the White Fox people actually stopped respectfully, as if they were listening to an imperial decree.

Under everyone’s surprised gaze.

The White Fox people spread out and formed a straight passageway in the middle. An old man with a hunched figure and a head of white hair walked over slowly. The old man’s face was almost covered in spots and he was extremely old. His wrinkles overlapped like old tree bark. He panted slightly even without taking a step.

However, the surrounding powerful and ferocious White Fox people lowered their heads respectfully.

“There’s actually an old human among the White Fox people. Moreover, he made all the White Fox people listen to his orders with just one sentence.” Everyone felt that it was ridiculous.

The old man walked in front of the White Fox people and gently patted his chest to bow to Chen Yun.

“Respected human powerhouse, please forgive the rudeness of these juniors!”

The white-haired old man spoke in the more remote Russian language, so everyone could understand.

“Are these mixed-blood White Fox people your descendants or juniors?”

Chen Yun looked over with interest. Although the old man looked aged, as if he could die at any moment, Chen Yun could sense a huge power like a volcano from his body. This power was so strong that Chen Yun had never felt it from anyone before.

Compared to this power, the chosen one Tian Xiong was much inferior.

“Yes, many of them are my nephews, grandsons, great-grandsons, and even great-great-grandsons. I’m the leader of this tribe. You can call me the White Fox King. We’ve all been purified by the Spiritual Liquid, but humans snatched our spring and expelled us.”

The old man panted heavily.

“Great-great-grandson? Then how old are you?” Someone couldn’t help but shout.

“Oh, I’ve forgotten my age too.” The old man slowly spoke.

Everyone was shocked.

“When I was traveling the world, I used the alias of ‘Gagerdan’. You might not have heard of it, but I’ve seen countless powerhouses. There are many of you, and you all look very familiar.” Gagerdan paused for a moment. His gaze swept across everyone and landed on the White-Haired Death God.

“Oh, the aura of the annoying Demon Hunters. You should be the Demon Hunter of this generation, right? Is Van Helsing still alive?”

The White-Haired Death God could not help but look shocked. He lowered his head and said respectfully, “Honorable Sir, I’m the 27th Demon Hunter. Lord Van Helsing is the 20th Demon Hunter. He was the greatest Demon Hunter a hundred years ago. There are seven generations between us.”

Everyone could not help but be moved.

Van Helsing was one of the most famous Demon Hunters in the middle of the 19th century. It was said that he worked for the Holy See and had once hunted down mercenary powerhouses all over the world. He was the last hope of the Holy See. After the war, after being attacked by many forces, the Holy See gradually fell silent.

This old man actually knew Van Helsing. Didn’t that mean that he was older than everyone had guessed? Was he 140 to 150 years old?

“So the Demon Hunter has already reached the 27th generation. It seems that another half a century has passed,” said Gagerdan slowly, his eyes showing the vicissitudes of life.

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