Such an opponent was no match for Lu Zhou even if he did not use his Heaven's power.
He was doing this for the sake of stability.
He didn't want this place to be torn apart because of a flashy battle.
When the palm seal landed on the ground, it left a five-fingered dent in the ground.
When Xuan Gao was about to die, he suddenly understood that Zhao Yu had invited an expert. Alas, it was too late.
At this moment, Lu Zhou made a grabbing motion with his fingers.
Something flew out of Xuan Gao's pocket and hovered before everyone.
It was the blood ginseng. Only a third of its roots remained.
"…"
Zhao Yu's eyes widened. His expression was dark.
"Xuan Gao is General Xi's right-hand man. It can't be! It can't be! Something must've gone wrong! "
Mingshi Yin turned around and slapped Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu retreated in fear. However, Mingshi Yin predicted this and followed up with another kick. Smack!
The slap landed on Zhao Yu's face, leaving him dumbfounded.
Lu Zhou did not expect Mingshi Yin to suddenly attack him. Moreover, he did it right in front of him. Mingshi Yin's actions were becoming more and more peculiar.
Mingshi Yin cursed.
"West Begging stole your blood ginseng and snow lotus with the Art of Begging and cast it on your mother. My master killed him to avenge you. It's one thing for you to be ungrateful, but you're still complaining? "
"…"
Mingshi Yin snorted. "You're the only fool in the Zhao Mansion."
"…"
Zhao Yu covered his face and took a step back. He was reluctant to believe this. However, the slap had calmed him down.
"Are they lying to me?"
"Of course."
"But … Why?"
"You'll have to ask Xi," Mingshi Yin said.
Lu Zhou said, "Old Fourth."
Something stirred in Mingshi Yin. He hastily said, "Master, I've made a mistake."
"I don't blame you," Lu Zhou said.
Due to the incident with Si Wuya, he could not be bothered to pursue the matter.
As the saying went, a grown son should not be controlled by his mother, and a grown disciple should not be controlled by his master. They had their own thoughts and personal space. There was no need for him to interfere.
Lu Zhou turned around and continued to cultivate.
Mingshi Yin scratched his head. He was at a loss for what to do.
Zhao Yu calmed himself down and said, "Brother Ming, what do we do now?"
"You believe me?"
"I have no other choice but to trust you."
"Take his head?
Give me the West Begging Art. "Mingshi Yin's eyes turned cold.
"…"
"I'll see you off."
Mingshi Yin swung his Separation Hook and easily decapitated Xian Gao's head. Then, he grabbed Zhao Yu's robe.
Cut off?
Wrapped in a human head?
He picked it up and flew away.
"I almost forgot. Where's his house?" Mingshi Yin asked.
Zhao Yu said, "His house … Oh, ten miles south of the city."
Mingshi Yin's figure flickered.
It disappeared into the distant sky.
Meanwhile.
Outside the Zhao Mansion?
A green-robed swordsman looked at the departing Mingshi Yin and muttered to himself, "Old Fourth?
You were too impulsive. "
He tilted his head?
He transmitted his voice and said, "Eldest Senior Brother?
I'll leave this place to you?
I'll go check on Old Four. "
Not long after, he heard a reply, "Alright."
…
At night.
The nights in Qinglian City are not peaceful either?
The cold wind carried a few vicious beasts?
It flew over the human city.
The Western General's Mansion was brightly lit.
Art of West Begging sat behind the screen with his eyes closed, cultivating.
Bam!
A bloody head flew toward him through the window.
Art of West Begging opened his eyes. He raised his palm and blocked the head with his energy.
The head fell to the ground.
It rolled to the ground.
When Art of West Begging saw the head, his eyes flashed with shock and killing intent.
Surprise and killing intent flashed in his eyes. "String high?"
A voice rang from outside the window. "You'll be next!"
Swoosh!
Art of West Begging flew out of the window.
In the blink of an eye, he caught the source of the sound.
In the blink of an eye, he flew out of the General's Mansion.
He saw a figure flying at a low altitude. He said coldly, "Coward?
Let's see where you can run to! "
Art of West Begging chased after the figure.
Halfway through the chase, he suddenly stopped and said, "Trying to trick me? You're too inexperienced. "
However, the figure stopped as well. He turned around and cursed, "Coward."
"Hm?" Art of West Begging frowned. He crushed a talisman in his palm and retorted, "Have you seen a coward who chases after people?"
"Aren't you one?"
"…"
Art of West Begging had been on the battlefield for many years. He would not be angered by a few words. He asked, "Who are you?"
"Someone who wants to kill you."
"You think you can kill me?"
"This will be your burial ground!"
The figure landed on the ground and slammed his palm on the ground.
Bam! The trees grew rapidly.
Art of West Begging said in shock, "Hastening? Who are you? "
The figure ignored Art of West Begging's question. He controlled the vines in the air and lashed them at Art of West Begging.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Art of West Begging dodged the vines, weaving through the branches and vines.
While he was searching for his target, a cold gleam shot past.
Art of West Begging summoned his astrolabe.
Bam!
The astrolabe expanded a hundred or even a thousand times, shattering the trees.
"Young man, you're still too inexperienced!"
Art of West Begging suddenly tossed his astrolabe out.
Twelve Birth Charts lit up on the astrolabe.
They flew into the air and expanded until they covered an area of 100 meters. Then, they swiftly descended.
The power of the twelve Birth Charts shot out energy seals at the same time.
Boom!
Art of West Begging's figure flashed, and he stepped on the astrolabe.
The astrolabe stuck to the ground for a while before disappearing.
A shallow, circular pit appeared before him. Unfortunately, there was no corpse.
Art of West Begging frowned as he walked forward.
With every step he took, he would circulate his Primal Qi to sense the changes in his surroundings.
When he was a third of the way to the center of the circle … Bam!
The figure broke out of the ground. A cold gleam flashed in his hand as he aimed for Art of West Begging's vitals.
Bam! Bam! Bam! The figure launched a series of attacks.
His speed was swift, his killing technique was superb, and his grasp of timing was perfect.
"Get lost!"
Art of West Begging unleashed his energy to repel the figure.
The figure flipped in the air and landed on the ground. He gripped a weapon that resembled a saber and a hook.
Art of West Begging's expression was dark as he said, "There's no enmity between us. Why are you targeting us brothers?"
"No enmity between us?"
The figure chuckled.
Art of West Begging could hear the disdain in the figure's laughter. He frowned and said, "Tell me your name."
"Your grandfather's surname is Ri."
"Ri?"
"Good grandson … Ptooey! I don't have a grandson as outrageous as you …"
Art of West Begging burned with rage.
With his current status, he had never been humiliated like this before.
Whoosh!
The figure flickered as it shot toward Mingshi Yin.
Mingshi Yin flipped in the air. With a flash of his figure, thousands of trees sprouted and formed a small forest.
Art of West Begging summoned his astrolabe and expanded it to 10,000 times its original size. Just when he was about to use the same trick to cut down the trees, Mingshi Yin's figure stabbed toward his astrolabe Birth Chart.
The cold gleam was laced with extreme killing intent. It was as fast as it could be.
Art of West Begging snorted and said, "You're delivering yourself to me? Die! "
A pillar of light shot out from the Birth Chart and sent Mingshi Yin reeling.
Bam!
Mingshi Yin held the Separation Hook before him. He grunted as his arm went numb. He hid in the Greenwood Forest.
Art of West Begging put his astrolabe away and descended to sense the changes in his surroundings.
"You think you can kill me with your puny cultivation base?" Art of West Begging mocked as he advanced. "The number of people I've killed is more than the number of grains you've eaten."
The Greenwood Forest was eerily quiet.
The moonlight illuminated the Greenwood Forest.
Art of West Begging raised his hand and grabbed one of the Greenwood Trees. His Primal Qi spread out and condensed into energy. An energy saber hovered in the air and swiftly shredded the Greenwood Tree.
There was a flash of cold light.
Art of West Begging snorted and said, "An ant trying to shake a tree!"
He struck out with his palm.
However, this time, Mingshi Yin's explosive power had reached an unprecedented level.
The Separation Hook in his hand slashed wildly at the palm seal before him. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! In just a blink of an eye, he had slashed hundreds of times!
Art of West Begging did not expect Mingshi Yin's explosive power to be so ferocious. He maintained the palm seal as he slid backward.
Mingshi Yin's energy formed a cone-shaped body of golden light.
Art of West Begging saw Mingshi Yin's appearance in the golden light. His eyes widened in disbelief as he said, "Golden energy? Hm? It's you? "
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