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"Nephew, how did you get the Black Kill Order?" Liu Chengyi asked with a face full of shock.
"On my way back, I was intercepted by three men in black. Last night, another man in black came to assassinate me." Chen Zong said calmly as if he was talking about something unrelated to him. Chen Qingyao's expression changed and she subconsciously grabbed Chen Zong's sleeves.
"The Black Kill Tower is an assassin organization. They only act when someone pays them. Who wants to kill you?" Liu Chengyi's eyes turned cold. He couldn't do anything about the death of his good friend Chen Zhenghong. Now, someone wanted to kill his good friend's son. He couldn't stand it. "Is it Family Mo? Or Iron Mountain Sword? "
After thinking about it, it seemed that there were only these two parties. After all, Chen Qingzong's talent and potential were not bad.
"Who wants to kill me? I want to ask Deacon Zhao Zhongxing. Maybe you'll know." Chen Zong suddenly turned to Zhao Zhongxing, who was not far away. It was completely unexpected.
"I …" Zhao Zhongxing was caught off guard, but he was indeed a cunning person. He immediately reacted and his face was full of anger. "Young Tower Master, if you know who did this, just tell me. I, Zhao Zhongxing, will be the first to hunt him down."
With that, he looked like he was swearing to show his loyalty.
"Deacon Zhao, are you planning to kill me?" Chen Zong's rhetorical question made Zhao Zhongxing's pupils shrink to the size of needles. It also made everyone's expression change. The meaning of this sentence was …
"Uncle Liu, help me protect my sister." Chen Zong's voice rang in Liu Chengyi's ears, but his figure dashed out like a cheetah. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed dozens of meters and approached Zhao Zhongxing. The White Swan Sword was unsheathed, and white mist of genuine Qi swirled around it, like a swan sweeping across the sky.
"Soaring Swan!" Feng Pingsheng was also an expert swordsman, so he was quite familiar with Chen Zhenghong's Feihong Swordsmanship.
The Feihong Sword Art was a high-grade mortal sword art. Without a cultivation at the seventh layer of the Foundation Realm, it would be difficult to cultivate and display its full power. However, looking at Chen Zong's sword art, it was clear that he was not a beginner.
Zhao Zhongxing's expression changed drastically. He did not expect Chen Zong to be so decisive.
"Since you're seeking your own death, then don't blame me." A trace of killing intent flashed in the depths of Zhao Zhongxing's eyes, but he didn't show it. Instead, he exclaimed, "Young Tower Master, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you think I asked the Black Slaughter Tower to assassinate you?"
Zhao Zhongxing cried out in alarm as he retreated. Although his body was tall and sturdy, his speed was not slow.
Zhao Zhongxing retreated, while Chen Zong advanced. His sword swept through the air, and the faint sound of birds chirping could be heard all around.
"So fast!" The other deacons of the Seventh Swords Towers were all shocked. Originally, they didn't pay much attention to Chen Zong, but now they knew that he was indeed a genius and worthy of being a disciple of the Sect. He was not to be underestimated.
"Deacon Zhao, if you dare to do something, then you have to admit it. You just want to take control of the Seventh Swords Towers." Chen Zong's sword moved as he spoke. His voice was as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword.
"Young Tower Master, you're wrongly accusing me. Who doesn't know that when the Tower Master was alive, I wholeheartedly supported him?" Zhao Zhongxing complained for himself as he continued to retreat. "Young House Master, please stop. Otherwise, I'll have to offend you."
"Go ahead and try." Chen Zong remained unmoved.
"Since that's the case, Young Tower Master, I won't be polite." Zhao Zhongxing was secretly happy, but he pretended to be sad and angry. He paused and sent out a palm strike.
At this moment, Zhao Zhongxing and Chen Zong were already a few thousand meters away from the six tower masters.
The seven tower masters of the Seven Swords Towers were all sword masters, but the others didn't necessarily use swords. For example, Zhao Zhongxing's skills were all based on his palms. His thick palms were like a millstone that exploded the air and blasted towards Chen Zong.
"This …" Liu Chengyi was about to draw his sword.
"Wait." Feng Pingsheng stopped him and stared at Chen Zong.
Chen Qingyao subconsciously clasped her hands together, her face full of worry.
He had a strong soul, super perception, and Spiritual Sense that only Transcendents could master. These were all things that his opponent didn't have. In addition, the accumulation of experience in the previous world gave him an unparalleled advantage. All these factors combined allowed Chen Zong to see the flaws in his opponent's palm strike. There were at least a dozen of them.
Following the flaws, Chen Zong slashed his sword and the millstone-like palm print instantly collapsed.
This scene stunned the few Sword Tower Masters, and Zhao Zhongxing was even more shocked.
He was an eighth layer Foundation Building cultivator while his opponent was only a sixth layer Foundation Building cultivator. Even if his opponent was a disciple of the Sect, it was impossible for him to be his opponent.
"Young Tower Master, you have good skills. Since that's the case, Old Zhao can only show a bit more skill." Zhao Zhongxing was secretly shocked, but he also laughed loudly. It sounded like he was exchanging pointers with Chen Zong.
As his voice fell, Zhao Zhongxing's palm turned red, as if there was a raging fire. A blazing aura suddenly spread out. This palm strike contained thirty percent of Zhao Zhongxing's strength.
With a violent roar, Zhao Zhongxing's palm closed in on Chen Zong. The moment it was about to hit Chen Zong, a fiery red aura condensed on his arm and turned into a red python. The head of the python was the palm, and the palm was the python's mouth. A blazing red light shot out like a snake's tongue.
Foundation Building Eighth Layer: True Qi Condensation!
"Stop!" Liu Chengyi's expression suddenly changed and he quickly rushed out.
Feng Pingsheng also instantly drew his sword.
Zhao Zhongxing had previously suppressed his strength. Unexpectedly, the moment his palm approached Chen Zong, he used all of his strength and pushed the Great Success Red Refined Palm to the extreme. Even a lump of refined steel would be shattered in an instant, let alone a human body. It was obvious that he wanted to kill Chen Zong.
However, the distance of several thousand meters couldn't be crossed in an instant. Distant water couldn't put out a nearby fire.
"Kill him." Zhao Qixing's eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement, and his hands unconsciously clenched.
As long as he killed Chen Qingzong, the position of the tower master of the Seven Swords Towers would belong to his father. Everything Chen Zhenghong left behind would also belong to him, and Chen Qingyao would also become his woman.
Thinking of the scene of pressing Chen Qingyao's delicate body under his body, Zhao Qixing couldn't help but feel hot all over.
Just as Chen Zong was about to be killed by Zhao Zhongxing's Red Refined Palm, they saw Chen Zong's figure leap and dash. Suddenly, everyone seemed to see an agile ape jumping in the woods, then suddenly transformed into a vigorous cheetah running rapidly in the wilderness. The sudden change startled everyone.
Zhao Zhongxing only felt that there was no one under his palm. He quickly swung his palm, but it missed again.
"Untraceable Flying Swan …"
There seemed to be an ethereal voice floating from the sky into his ears, lingering endlessly.
A sharp white light cut through the sky, but it was erratic, and its trajectory was hard to find.
Zhao Zhongxing was shocked. He quickly raised his palm to block and slid back, but he couldn't avoid it.
With a swoosh, the white light swept across Zhao Zhongxing's neck and disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Chen Zong's figure also appeared a few meters behind Zhao Zhongxing, the White Swan Sword pointed diagonally to the ground, cold light like water.
Zhao Zhongxing stood still, his body still in the posture of swinging his palm. He didn't move at all, but his bright eyes slowly dimmed, and a thin red mark appeared on his neck. It was a shocking scarlet mark.
"This …" The Sword Tower masters who were chasing after him all paused, and their pupils contracted.
"No … Impossible …" Zhao Zhongxing's palm fell, and his other hand brushed across his neck. He only felt a little wet. He raised his palm and looked at it in front of his dim eyes. There was a touch of scarlet, very dazzling.
He staggered back two steps, and then fell down. The sound was like the beating of a drum, and dust flew everywhere.
"Father …" At this point, Zhao Qixing's beautiful dream was shattered, and he instantly woke up. He rushed over with a sorrowful roar, but Zhao Zhongxing was already dead.
"You murderer, how dare you kill my father." Zhao Qixing glared at Chen Zong with his scarlet eyes. His hatred was bone-deep. "I'll kill you."
Even so, Zhao Qixing didn't move, because a sword as cold as water was placed in front of him.
"Nephew, why are you doing this?" Feng Pingsheng's expression was ugly.
The others also had ugly expressions. After all, Zhao Zhongxing was a member of the Seven Swords Towers, and not an ordinary member, but a Great Deacon.
The Seven Swords Towers had seven Tower Masters and seven Great Deacons. The death of any one of them was no small matter.
"Zhao Qixing, tell me everything you know. If you don't, I'll chop off your fingers and toes one by one. I'll chop off your arms and legs one by one. I'll cut off your mouth, nose, and ears one by one. I'll turn you into a human rod and throw you into a jar. You'll beg for death." Chen Zong didn't answer Feng Pingsheng's question. Instead, he spoke to Zhao Qixing.
His tone was indifferent, and under the influence of his powerful soul, it directly pressured Zhao Qixing's mind.
He spoke ruthless words with a calm tone, but it was imperceptibly mixed with a powerful soul, directly pressuring Zhao Qixing's mind. This method could only be resisted by someone with a strong will and a strong soul. Obviously, Zhao Qixing didn't have that.
Not to mention Zhao Qixing, even the people around, such as experts like Feng Pingsheng, couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb, and a chill ran down their spines. It was as if this would really happen.
Zhao Qixing was so scared that he wet himself, and the smell of urine made people frown.
"No … I don't want to be made into a human stick …" Zhao Qixing cried.
A moment ago, he was full of hatred and wanted to fight Chen Zong to the death, but in the next moment, his tears and snot were flying everywhere. His mind and will had been defeated by Chen Zong's words.
"Speak!" That one word was like a clap of thunder.
"I'll speak … I'll tell you everything … It was my father who hired assassins to get rid of you. As long as you're dead, the position of the master of the Seventh Swords Towers will be in my father's pocket. Everything that Chen Zhenghong left behind will also be ours, and Chen Qingyao will also become my woman …" Zhao Qixing, who was scared out of his wits, blurted everything out, but before he could finish, the White Hongsword had already pierced through his throat, killing him instantly.
The six tower masters, including Feng Pingsheng, and the other deacons were all incomparably shocked, especially Feng Pingsheng. His face was so cold that it made people's hearts tremble.
From Zhao Zhongxing's reaction and Zhao Qixing's words, they could confirm that it was indeed Zhao Zhongxing who hired assassins from the Black Slaughter Tower to kill Chen Qingzong. With that, he would have a great chance of becoming the master of the Seventh Swords Towers, and then obtain everything that Chen Zhenghong left behind, the White Hongsword, the Flying Hongsword Style, and so on.
Other than that, there was another point. Chen Zong's decisiveness and arrogance made Feng Pingsheng feel that his dignity had been damaged, but he couldn't do anything about it.
"Zhao Zhongxing and his son were greedy wolves, and they deserved to die. However, this news must be sealed and must not be spread." Feng Pingsheng suppressed the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and solemnly announced, "Chen Qingzong has outstanding talent and strength, and he has the qualifications and ability to become the master of the Seventh Swords Towers. What do you all think?"
"Good." Liu Chengyi nodded in agreement without hesitation.
"It's not bad to be able to kill Zhao Zhongxing. He can be exempted from the test," said the master of the Second Sword Tower.
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