Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 423: Chapter 420: Slaughter

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The two of them had slight blushes on their faces, white steam rising above their heads.

Clearly, they had rushed over here.

Huang Cheng sighed with relief: ”Forgive us, Princely Heir, we’ve finally made it.”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: ”You’ve had a hard journey.”

”No need to be polite, Princely Heir,” Tao Haoran cupped his fists: ”Princely Heir, let us deal with him first.”

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: ”A thousand people sacrificed, it’s madness, worthy of ten thousand deaths without regret, please, you two, deliver divine justice!”

”Haha...” Zheng Tu suddenly laughed skyward.

Everyone looked over at Zheng Tu.

Zheng Tu shook his head and said, ”What a Princely Heir, what a Chu Zhiyuan!”

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him coldly.

His anger and aversion for Zheng Tu before him were extreme.

Butchering over a thousand people in one stroke, utterly inhuman, doesn’t deserve to be seen as the same kind.

At the same time, his heart was full of caution.

This Zheng Tu was extremely dangerous and had the capability to kill him.

He must not be let go today.

But he must also be extremely cautious of his backlash.

These Evil Sect Great Grandmasters possess Outer Heaven Power; they must be killed instantly.

To give them no chance for Jade and Stone Burning, to give them no chance to trigger Outer Heaven Power.

Zheng Tu shook his head and said: ”Truly deserving of the name Chu Zhiyuan!”

Chu Zhiyuan frowned and looked eastward.

Zheng Tu chuckled: ”Keen intuition, quick reaction!”

Huang Cheng frowned and said: ”Princely Heir...”

”There’s another one.” Chu Zhiyuan said coldly.

He had ambushed a Grandmaster, and the other side used similar tactics.

In the distance, a gray figure floated closer and in the blink of an eye was near, revealing a small and scrawny youth.

”Xu Lingfeng!” Zhou Zhijia spat out the name through clenched teeth.

The small and scrawny youth floated to Zheng Tu’s side, his features shifty and rat-like.

His face was devoid of expression, as if emotionless and cold; even as he glanced at Zhou Zhijia, it seemed as if he didn’t recognize him.

Zhou Zhijia couldn’t help but ask: ”Xu Lingfeng, were you the one who killed those people?”

Xu Lingfeng glanced at him coldly and couldn’t be bothered to respond.

At this moment, Huang Cheng transmitted to Chu Zhiyuan: ”Princely Heir, let’s retreat for now.”

Chu Zhiyuan’s lips moved slightly: ”We might not be able to retreat; if we do, we’ll be pursued.”

Huang Cheng said: ”These two are odd, we’re not confident.”

Chu Zhiyuan said: ”When can Mr. Feng and the others arrive?”

”I estimate they won’t make it.” Huang Cheng said.

Chu Zhiyuan said: ”Then we’ll have to give it a try first; only by injuring them can we have a chance to retreat.”

”Then let’s give it a try.” Huang Cheng said solemnly.

”I can disrupt their minds with my attack...” Chu Zhiyuan and Huang Cheng analyzed their combat strategy.

Zhou Zhijia shouted angrily: ”Xu Lingfeng, are you mute? Afraid to admit it?”

”It was me,” Xu Lingfeng said lightly: ”No need to be so excited, it’s simply survival of the fittest, Zhou Zhijia you could have avoided this disaster, but you insist on courting death, so be it.”

”Heh...” Zheng Tu laughed: ”For the sake of our camaraderie, I’ll let you die a little more pleasantly.”

Zhou Zhijia said coldly: ”If you dare to kill our sect’s Holy Daughter, you’ll die even if you escape to the ends of the earth!”

Meng Canglan gently shook her head.

Brother Zhou is muddled; they dare to kill even the Princely Heir, let alone her, a Holy Daughter.

”Holy Daughter?” Xu Lingfeng and Zheng Tu looked at Meng Canglan.

They shook their heads almost simultaneously.

Zheng Tu said with a smile: ”Women shouldn’t get involved in this matter. It’s a pity for such beauty.”

”We will leave the Eastern Territory, heading to Da Zhen or Da Meng,” Xu Lingfeng said flatly: ”What can your Wuyou Sect do to us?”

”You...” Zhou Zhijia gritted his teeth and glared, standing in front of Meng Canglan: ”Holy Daughter, you go first.”

Meng Canglan sighed and said: ”Brother Zhou, don’t waste words with them, we should just go.”

She turned her head towards Chu Zhiyuan: ”Princely Heir, it’s my oversight.”

Chu Zhiyuan had already finished talking with Huang Cheng, and smiled: ”If there is a blame, it can only be on me for being too reckless. Clearly feeling danger, yet still approaching, it’s also because my cultivation has puffed me up, can’t blame others.”

Originally thought that with intuition, I could avoid danger, even brush shoulders with it.

Unexpectedly, they had a secret technique, launched a sneak attack, can’t underestimate the heroes of the world.

But I have already secured myself, having Huang Cheng and Tao Haoran following behind, ready to support anytime.

And there are two other Grandmasters rushing over.

After discovering dangerous places in four directions, he started sending messages to the Grandmaster Mansion to bring in two more Grandmasters.

The other two Grandmasters are after all rushing over from Yujing, and might not make it in time.

”Let’s leave separately.” Meng Canglan said.

The fight among Grandmasters is not only unaffected by them, they are even burdens.

They are powerless before a Grandmaster, completely non-threatening.

Two Grandmasters against two Grandmasters, they can escape safely.

”Leave—?” Zheng Tu chuckled: ”Aren’t you underestimating us a bit too much? Underestimating the power of the two thousand sacrifices?”

As he spoke, he flickered behind Meng Canglan, intending to palm her to death.

”Ding...” A flying knife appeared behind her, shooting towards Zheng Tu’s palm.

The flying knife was struck, hovering in mid-air, trembling constantly, on the verge of falling.

Chu Zhiyuan looked grave.

Tao Haoran followed in a flash, sending a palm strike to Zheng Tu’s back.

Zheng Tu flickered out of sight, then flickered again behind Chu Zhiyuan.

A Bright Moon emerged gently from Chu Zhiyuan’s waist.

The Bright Moon Saber met Zheng Tu’s palms.

”Ding...”

The Bright Moon Saber collided with Zheng Tu’s right palm, producing a sound like clashing metal.

Chu Zhiyuan felt the Spiritual Power was indeed peculiar; it could be both hard and soft. This saber strike on his palm was like cutting through iron and stone.

The violent power rebounded back, about to penetrate his internal organs.

All around him suddenly lit up, with faint gold scales appearing, dispersing the violent power.

The Biluo True Robe suddenly inflated like a ball.

He flew sideways for more than ten steps, his feet twisted, stepping out a peculiar Step Technique to dispel the violent power, standing firmly.

Zheng Tu’s form halted.

This saber attack was a strike imbued with the Sword Soul by Chu Zhiyuan.

While Chu Zhiyuan suffered from the Spiritual Power rebound, Zheng Tu, caught off guard, was also affected by the Sword Soul.

Huang Cheng appeared silently behind him, palm striking the back of his head.

Others might not know Chu Zhiyuan’s abilities, but Huang Cheng was aware. They discussed, so he was prepared, ready for an attack.

Zheng Tu wanted to react, but found his mind disturbed, a saber wrecking havoc in his consciousness.

Unable to react further, his head had already taken a palm strike.

He never expected such a scenario, never imagined he would die just after stepping into Grandmaster.

Darkness surged before his eyes, about to be swallowed by it.

Refusing to accept, he was about to ignite the Jade and Stone Burning.

”Chh!” A white light pierced through his right eye, shooting out from the back of his head.

Darkness engulfed him completely.

”Bang!” He fell to the ground silently.

...

The white light, carrying red and white viscera, shot towards Xu Lingfeng, who was already engaged with Tao Haoran.

Xu Lingfeng’s face was expressionless, wary of Chu Zhiyuan’s flying knife, and with a flash, he dodged aside.

The white light’s speed slowed.

Xu Lingfeng hadn’t yet heaved a sigh of relief when he found the white light almost at his face.

This was the way of speed and slowness.

His waist-long saber was swiftly drawn, slashing at the white light.

Having just stepped into Grandmaster, he still preferred using his original weapon.

The saber precisely and swiftly struck the flying knife.

He had just started to smile when his smile froze.

It was a mere shadow he had cut, the flying knife was already inches from his forehead.

This was the way of illusion and reality.

He roared and twisted his body, multiple afterimages appearing, pushing his movement technique to the limit.

But the flying knife suddenly veered, precisely shooting into his ear.

The Spiritual Energy protecting his body halted the flying knife.

But it couldn’t completely block the sword soul attack within the flying knife.

His form froze.

Huang Cheng’s and Tao Haoran’s palms struck him on the back of the head and chest, respectively.

”Bang!” He fell slowly, lifeless.

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