You Drove Me Out with Your Hypocrisy and now Crying When I Come to Take It All? Chapter 134 : Chapter 134

Chapter 134: You Thought That If You Didn’t Co Out, I Wouldn’t Be Able to Deal with You?

Jiannan Circuit’s Jinyiwei Thousand-Household Commander, Cheng Yu, was very likely the son of Great Hero Cheng, Cheng Zhenjiang.

One was an Imperial Hound condemned by all, cruel beyond asure in his thods, slaughtering until blood ran through the Jianghu. The other was upright and honorable, renowned far and wide, revered by countless people throughout the Jianghu. For those two n to share such a relationship felt utterly absurd to Cheng Fang.

But no matter how absurd it felt, the truth stood right before his eyes. If Cheng Fang dared make a move against Cheng Yu today, he could not guarantee that Cheng Zhenjiang would not do sothing to him, his own clan kinsman.

Seventh on the Heaven Ranking!

At only twenty, Cheng Yu could already kill a Seventh Rank martial artist with ease. No matter how vile his temperant was, or how much trouble he might bring to the River-Severing Sect and the Cheng Family, such talent was beyond question.

As a mber of the Cheng Family, Cheng Fang had handled many matters for Cheng Zhenjiang. He knew perfectly well that in the mind of that Great Hero Cheng, who seed wholly devoted to the righteous path of the Jianghu and won the admiration and respect of all, even the righteousness he never stopped speaking of could be cast aside when faced with tangible gains too great to refuse.

Otherwise, he would not have sent Cheng Fang here to Jiannan Circuit to mix with the infamous Prince Qing’s Remnants. Cheng Fang absolutely could not afford to get entangled in that kind of trouble.

He could only hope that the people of Prince Qing’s line would be sowhat more capable, beat back the Jinyiwei, swiftly occupy Jiannan Circuit, and then hand over the secret treasure of Ancestor Cheng Yuan that they had promised him.

With Cheng Fang shrinking back like this, only one usable Eighth Rank martial artist remained on Prince Qing’s side: Granny Wu.

When she saw Jian A standing there in calm silence, she let out a helpless sigh. She had no desire to be crushed and driven into panicked flight again by that incomparably fierce Sword Qi that poured forth as though it cost nothing. Turning to Xiao Qian, she gave a bitter smile and shook her head.

“Your Highness, this old woman does not fear the brat Cheng Yu, but that swordsman with the strength of the Ninth Rank is here as well. Only the prince can fight him.”

The others, who did not know the full situation, were greatly alard.

“A swordsman with the strength of the Ninth Rank?! No wonder he was able to suppress Madam Wu, who once ranked on the Earth Ranking, in the Jiannan Circuit Yan.”

“Wasn’t it said that the strongest person in Jiannan Circuit was no more than the Late Seventh Rank? How is there a Ninth Rank here too?”

“A Ninth Rank? Then all we can do now is wait for the prince to erge from seclusion and deal with them.”

“Once the prince breaks through, dealing with these dog lackeys of the False Court will be as easy as chopping lons and slicing vegetables!”

Although Jian A’s strength had shocked them, they were still not overly worried. As long as Xiao Teng erged from seclusion after breaking through to the Grandmaster realm, every problem would resolve itself. Before a Grandmaster, those dog lackeys of the False Court were nothing but re rabble.

The crowd was instantly invigorated, their pride rekindled as they looked toward Cheng Yu’s forces. Only Xiao Qian stood among them looking completely out of place.

Those words made her whole body stiffen.

Wait for Xiao Teng to erge from seclusion after breaking through to the Grandmaster realm? They could stop dreaming. Thanks to a certain exceedingly filial daughter, Xiao Teng was in no state to break through to Grandmaster. He was currently injured and could barely protect himself.

“Cheng Yu, just you wait! Once our prince erges from seclusion, it will be the day all of you are buried!”

Xiao Qian shuddered again.

Now she was truly caught between the wolf before her and the tiger behind her. Either Cheng Yu would threaten her, or Xiao Teng would erge from seclusion and cleanse the house. What was she supposed to do?

The more she thought about it, the more despair filled her. In the end, she could only grit her teeth and say, “For now, rely on the Secret Realm’s power to defend ourselves. Once Father erges from seclusion, he can deal with these people!”

The power of the Prince Qing Secret Realm could suppress the strength of foreign martial artists of the Upper Three Ranks. As long as they holed up and refused to co out, the Jinyiwei could do nothing to them. If an expert like Jian A dared to enter, he could forget about leaving alive.

Xiao Qian had to use this to hold back Cheng Yu’s overwhelming assault first. At the sa ti, she could also drain away the power of the Prince Qing Secret Realm and delay Xiao Teng’s recovery. Only by buying ti would she have a chance to think of a way out.

The others failed to notice anything wrong with Xiao Qian. They all stood before the mountain gate and shouted taunts at the Jinyiwei troops.

“If those dog lackeys of the False Court have the ability, then co in and try!”

“If you don’t have the guts to co in, then crawl back and lick your dog emperor’s stinking feet!”

“Hahaha! Cheng Yu, co on in!”

Over this period, under Cheng Yu’s leadership, the Jinyiwei had been imposing at every mont. Anyone who dared show them disrespect had their household raided and their family destroyed. Those once lofty Jianghu powers, so arrogant and overbearing, had all been slaughtered into silence.

The Jinyiwei now held exceptionally high status in Jiannan Circuit, and their spirit was utterly different from before. Once provoked like this, they instantly united in fury against a common enemy.

More importantly, these rebels had dared insult Lord Cheng. Their audacity was beyond asure. Did they have a death wish?

“My lord!”

A host of Jinyiwei dropped to one knee and requested permission to take down these gravely insolent rebel traitors.

Cheng Yu nodded. Although the Prince Qing Secret Realm was by no ans easy to deal with, he still had to give his united and passionate subordinates a chance.

“Go. If anything feels wrong, return imdiately!”

“Thank you, my lord!”

The Jinyiwei were overjoyed. The first several dozen rushed forward at once, openly displaying the trendous growth in strength they had undergone over the past month as they charged fiercely toward the gates of Iron Halberd Mountain.

“A bunch of weaklings courting death!”

Prince Qing’s descendants sneered. Those dog lackeys of the False Court truly did not know their own limits. Most of the Jinyiwei were only at the Second or Third Rank, with only a small number at the Fourth or Fifth Rank. These people wanted to take on the Descendants of Heavenly Fate? Even without the power of the Secret Realm, they could be crushed with ease.

A Seventh Rank martial artist leapt out, planted his hands on his hips, and looked down on the dozens of Jinyiwei charging toward him.

“To kill you lot, I alone am enough!”

The others burst into laughter, waiting to watch the Jinyiwei make fools of themselves.

But the well-trained Jinyiwei were not affected in the slightest by those words. They stepped into the area enveloped by the Secret Realm and rushed the Seventh Rank martial artist.

He let out a cold laugh. Just as he was about to crush the ants before him, he suddenly realized that the Jinyiwei were not attacking individually. Instead, they were coordinating with one another, standing in strange positions according to so sort of formation.

The Seventh Rank martial artist frowned. “Cheap tricks!”

His Vital Blood erupted, and he threw a punch. But in the very next instant, his expression changed to one of utter disbelief.

Before his eyes, the dozens of Jinyiwei all drew their Xiuchun Sabers at once. Their Internal Energy rged together, and that sinister chill condensed into one, transforming into an incomparably frigid ghostly apparition that slashed toward him amid icy saber light.

How could there be an Internal Energy phantom so solid?!

It was practically comparable to an Eighth Rank martial artist!

“Watch out!”

The sharp-eyed Granny Wu shouted, but it was already too late. She could only watch helplessly as the Seventh Rank martial artist was cut down on the spot.

A Joint-Strike Formation?!

That terrifying thought exploded in everyone’s hearts.

How was this possible? How could the Jinyiwei possibly wield such a dreadful inheritance, sothing that had only ever existed in rumor?!

“You deserve to die!”

The other martial artists of Prince Qing’s line hurriedly charged toward the Jinyiwei, only to find that the Jinyiwei imdiately contracted their formation, executed a coordinated tactical withdrawal, and swiftly retreated back to Cheng Yu’s side.

Seeing this, Cheng Yu nodded in satisfaction and looked toward Prince Qing’s Remnants, who were seething with rage.

“You thought that if you refused to co out, I would have no way to deal with you?”

“How laughable!”