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Chu Zhiyuan owed them too much blood debt.
A blood debt must be repaid with blood!
Their hearts boiled with murderous intent, wishing they could charge in and slaughter everyone to the last man.
Their eyes shot out cold and fiery gleams as they got up and silently approached the Purple Sun Villa.
Black-clad figures darted through the forest, silent and extrely fast.
The black figures rged with the shadows of the trees, occasionally flickering in the moonlight before quickly disappearing again.
They executed their Qinggong silently, advancing toward the Purple Sun Villa, needing to pass by the White Bone Towers.
Under the moonlight, the White Bone Towers emitted a ghastly white glow, filling them with awe.
An inexplicable fear arose, chilling their backs.
Inside those White Bone Towers were many Grandmasters, and so Great Grandmasters.
These Grandmasters were no less skilled than them, while the Great Grandmasters were often unreachable top experts.
Once so illustrious and arrogant, now their bones are piled here, sun-baked by day and dried by night.
Unable to rest in peace, with no grave to call their own, how tragic and lantable.
All because of the damnable Chu Zhiyuan!
Murderous intent boiled in their chests, heating their entire bodies, dispelling the fear in their hearts and the chills in their bodies.
They accelerated once more, drawing their sabers or swords, charging toward the Purple Sun Villa that crouched under the moonlight like a giant beast.
The Purple Sun Villa was shrouded in silence, as if its surrounding guards had unknowingly withdrawn.
Stimulated by murderous intent, the twenty-four black-clad figures felt no more fear.
As long as Chu Zhiyuan wasn’t there, even if there were Great Grandmasters present, they feared not, for among their ranks were two Great Grandmasters.
Great Grandmaster against Great Grandmaster, apart from the death-bringer Chu Zhiyuan, it was hard to determine life and death.
As they rushed closer, just as they were about to leap over the high walls of the Purple Sun Villa, their speed suddenly slowed.
Forty-eight eyes unavoidably turned toward a Flying Knife.
A Flying Knife gently floated up from the gate tower, hovering in mid-air.
It glistened and was exquisitely clear, with patterns faintly swirling on it.
Under the Bright Moon, it appeared and disappeared.
The crowd’s gazes were irresistibly drawn to it, clearly seeing it.
Just like when a torch lights up in the night, one can’t help but look at it.
They were sowhat puzzled, a bit wary, feeling that sothing was off.
"It’s his Flying Knife!"
Soone murmured, "He’s here!"
The twenty-four people stopped abruptly and turned to leave.
If they knew Chu Zhiyuan was present, they wouldn’t dare approach, not even having the courage to fight him to the death.
Anyone with the courage to confront Chu Zhiyuan had all turned into one of the ghastly bones in the White Bone Towers.
But just as they turned, a Bright Moon suddenly appeared in their minds.
The Bright Moon was bright and flawless, pure and beautiful.
Then, the Bright Moon transford into a blade of light, slashing straight down toward their foreheads.
In the next mont, darkness enveloped their eyes.
The twenty-four black-clad figures fell to the ground, including the two Great Grandmasters.
The translucent little knife shimred and then floated gently back to the gate tower, resting on a cloud pattern on a beam, out of sight to anyone looking up from below.
It seemingly hid away.
The villa gates opened wide, and two lines of guards appeared, approaching the gradually shrinking corpses of the twenty-four.
"They’re indeed Evil Sect heretics, we can build another White Bone Tower."
"These fellows wanted to exploit the absence of the Princely Heir, ha!"
Thinking to exploit a gap, but fell straight into a pit of fire instead.
"Let’s see if anyone dares to co next ti."
"They’ll probably be too scared to try again."
The guards chatted in groups of three or two, relaxed and leisurely.
Even in the Princely Heir’s absence, the villa was well-protected, filling them with a sense of security.
"How exactly did these folks die?"
"Naturally, killed by the Princely Heir."
"But exactly how did he do it?"
All they saw was the Flying Knife flash in the air, followed by a series of thumps, and all the invading Evil Sect heretics were dead.
It was beyond baffling.
"The Princely Heir is Divine, possessing miraculous thods, no need to overthink."
"Exactly, exactly!"
"Absolutely mystifying!"
...
Chu Zhiyuan was sitting on his bed, the window open, with a Bright Moon hanging on the night sky.
Tianjing was also a city that never slept.
Lights shone brightly on the distant high buildings, with strands of silk and bamboo music and lilting laughter echoing in the night sky.
As if the sounds ca from heavenly palaces.
Chu Zhiyuan was filled with sentints.
His Transformation Realm was truly miraculous.
The Flying Knife carried a part of his Sword Soul, able to detect the aura of Evil Sect experts and obliterate them.
It could also directly absorb the souls of the dead Evil Sect experts, thus strengthening the Sword Soul.
The Sword Soul within the Flying Knife currently had the intelligence of an infant, responding only by instinct.
Like a baby opening its mouth naturally when a bottle is placed by its lips.
Seeing these Evil Sect heretics, it naturally eliminated them.
Yet seeing others, it wouldn’t have the intent to kill.
This stemd from his fundantal thoughts, implanted in this immature Sword Soul.
He introspected into the Void of his mind.
Within the Void, a Bright Moon shone dimly, another Sword Soul was gestating.
But the gestation of this Sword Soul was much slower, far less than the previous one.
This could be seen as biting off more than one can chew.
Nurturing two Sword Souls simultaneously, its speed is bound to be slow, far less than focusing on nurturing one.
But now I am spread thin, needing more Sword Souls.
The more Sword Souls, the slower they grow, but the more Evil Sect souls can be harvested simultaneously.
So in terms of total yield, more Sword Souls are still more profitable.
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The morning mist enveloped Tianjing City.
In the morning air of Tianjing City, various aromas of local snacks filled the air.
Zhao Rongfei strolled into a restaurant, looking around, shaking his head in disappointnt.
The luck wasn’t with him today; he hadn’t run into Chu Zhiyuan.
Just about to call a waiter, he saw two young n stride in, heading straight toward him.
He frowned, "You two again, still pestering!"
"Brother ng invites you."
"ng Gengbai?" Zhao Rongfei frowned, "I haven’t eaten yet, whatever it is, it can wait till after."
"Will you beat Brother ng with a full belly?" The skinny young man snorted, "Zhao Rongfei, stop stalling, hurry up!"
"Tao Dongtian, you two are really disgraceful."
The other young man said sternly, "It’s Brother ng who is righteous, voluntarily standing up for us!"
Zhao Rongfei sneered, "Song Wuyang, don’t you find that laughable?"
"You’re afraid to see Brother ng, right?"
"I’ll go, why wouldn’t I dare!" Zhao Rongfei got up and snorted, "Lead the way!"
The two turned around and left.
Zhao Rongfei stood and followed, exiting the restaurant into the bustling crowd.
Zhao Rongfei watched them walk farther and farther, impatiently asked, "Where are we seeing ng Gengbai?"
"Outside the city."
"Why leave the city?"
"Within the city, the City Guards would interfere, we can’t have a proper duel."
"... Alright then."
The three of them weaved through the bustling crowd, turned down two main streets, and headed east to a grove outside the East City Gate.
In the grove, there was a clearing, with a small pavilion nearby.
At this ti, several young n and won were already in the pavilion, chatting and laughing.
As the three arrived, the people in the pavilion all looked over.
Zhao Rongfei coldly glared at Song Wuyang and Tao Dongtian who had led the way.
Then turned to the tall and handso young man in the crowd, ng Gengbai.
Wearing a green robe, with a longsword hanging from his waist, standing tall and relaxed with a calm deanor.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, hands resting on the pavilion’s railing, looking over calmly.
ng Gengbai, seeing him, smiled and nodded slightly, "Brother Zhao, how courageous."
Zhao Rongfei clasped his fists and said indifferently, "What does Brother ng wish to instruct?"
His gaze swept across the people in the pavilion, revealing a cold smile, "Are you all here for the spectacle?"
The young n and won in the pavilion were not just from the Praying Spirit Sect, but also included True Disciples from his own Golden Saber Sect, and even the Wuxiang Sect and Phoenix Sword Sect.
A total of nine True Disciples, with the rest being non-True Disciples, all experts.
It could be said that experts from all four sects were gathered.
All here just to watch him make a fool of himself!
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