With a loud bang, the door of the prison was pushed open, shattering into countless fragments that flew in all directions.
The few guards closest to the prison gate were directly smashed to death by the fragments.
The alarm kept ringing as a large number of guards came to the prison door. The people in the front row were holding long swords, while the people in the back row were holding guns. All of them looked nervously at the door that was filled with smoke and dust.
The guns in the hands of these Central Plains soldiers seemed to be more exquisite and advanced, and their fighting methods seemed to be more modern. Obviously, firearms in the Central Plains had undergone great progress after the New World broke away from the rule of the Da Qi State.
In the next moment, Zuo Zhicheng, who was covered in black and wrapped in an exoskeleton skin, walked in. Countless bullets flew straight at him. The clanging sounds kept coming from Zuo Zhicheng's body, and circles of sparks sputtered.
With Zuo Zhicheng as the center, a blue light radiated out in all directions, and all the guards fell to the ground.
Zuo Zhicheng walked all the way to the depths of the prison wearing the exoskeleton skin. Wherever he passed, regardless of whether it was the guards or the prisoners, they were all frozen into ice by Zuo Zhicheng's mind power in a flash of blue light.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridors of the prison. Several guards hid in a cell's dining room, listening nervously to the sounds coming from the corridor.
Unfortunately, Zuo Zhicheng had been maintaining his mind power in a range of 200 meters. He didn't even pay attention to the people hiding in the corners. Everyone who came within 200 meters of him was frozen to death.
As for the guards who had escaped far away, Zuo Zhicheng couldn't be bothered to care about them.
Bang! He punched a big iron door, and the iron door swayed and flew out. Zuo Zhicheng looked at the scene in the cell and said coldly, "Can't the two of you come out by yourselves?"
In the room, Geo was sprawled out on the ground with his limbs spread out. Every inch of his skin seemed to be chained up by thick metal chains, metal rings, and steel pillars. He was unable to move at all.
On the other side of the room, Yan Gucheng's four limbs were separated by a layer of steel plates. His face was pale as he tried his best to defend against Zuo Zhicheng's Mind Image attack.
Upon hearing Zuo Zhicheng's voice, the two of them looked over at the same time. Ge Ao said with some difficulty, "Wei Wuji's dao technique is somewhat restrained by me. These metals also have the power of magnetism, so it's very difficult for me to break free. "
Zuo Zhicheng walked up to Geo and squatted down. He used his hand to touch the iron chains on Geo's body and the surrounding steel pillars.
He pinched hard with his thumb and forefinger, but he couldn't even leave a mark.
The hardness and toughness of these metal materials were very high. Zuo Zhicheng reckoned that even if it was him, it would be very difficult for him to break free with just his body's toughness alone.
However, he did not need to use his body to break free. The Mouth of the Netherworld opened up in his palm and sucked the steel pillars and chains into the void space.
Halfway through, Geo broke free from the restraints on his body and stood up with a bellow. He twisted his neck and said savagely, "They haven't been killed by you yet, right?"
"Not yet." Zuo Zhicheng walked up to Yan Gucheng and casually removed the layers of restraints on his body. He then tossed a plasma guiding sword to him.
Zuo Zhicheng continued, "But soon." With that, he walked up to another wall and punched the wall with his right fist, creating a big hole.
He walked out of the hole and saw the Lightning Marshal and Feng Hou, who were sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"Zuo Zhicheng?" The Lightning Marshal was pleasantly surprised. "You're finally here."
Feng Hou's face was filled with anger as she urged, "That eunuch gave us the Muscle Weakening Powder. The antidote should be nearby."
Zuo Zhicheng raised his chin. Geo also punched through the surrounding walls and walked in. Yan Gucheng followed closely behind to search for the antidote.
Feng Hou said hatefully, "You're going to look for them later? Take me with you. I'm going to pull out the tendons of that old man and skin him alive. "
…
Just as Zuo Zhicheng and the others were rushing to the manor outside the city, on a main road in Zhongzhi, a long convoy of carriages was slowly heading north along the official road.
The convoy was filled with Bright World Guards, who were equipped with elite equipment and moved quickly. In the middle of the convoy was a huge carriage that was more than five meters tall, more than ten meters long, and more than ten meters wide. The entire body of the carriage was made of mystic gold and mithril.
Twelve snow-white horses, each of which was more than three meters tall and had dragon-shaped heads, were pulling the carriage in front. These were the White Dragon Horses, which were hard to find even in the Central Plains. Just these twelve White Dragon Horses, coupled with the carriage made of mystic gold and mithril, showed boundless luxury and enjoyment.
Perhaps even ordinary members of the imperial family would not be so ostentatious when traveling.
The interior of the carriage was covered with milky white fur, and a wisp of delicate fragrance slowly drifted out from the incense on the table. On the surrounding shelves were all kinds of fine wine, pastries, beef, and mutton. The whole carriage was simply built into a small palace.
Two maids were kneeling at the side, ready to listen to orders at any time. A young man in a golden robe, with a purple-gold crown on his head and a pair of cloud boots on his feet, was lying on a large soft bed. The corners of his eyes were curved downwards, with a trace of lust and malice in them.
He stepped on the chest of one of the maidservants, rubbing and twisting from time to time. Seeing the maidservant's flushed face and struggling non-stop, he snorted coldly and kicked out, sending the maidservant flying. Her chest exploded, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. The maidservant struggled for a few moments before she stopped moving. The other two maidservants who were kneeling at the side trembled as they watched.
"What a shabby place, there isn't even anyone who knows how to serve people," Cao Sheng said with a displeased expression.
On the other side, a man with a white face and no beard wearing a python robe and a tall crown said, "Hehehehe, Crown Prince, don't worry. These chicks don't know the rules, but don't you trust our methods? Before long, I guarantee that they will serve you well." The man's voice was incomparably feminine, just like a woman's.
Cao Sheng laughed, "Thank you, Chief Steward. I don't know what my father is thinking, to actually send me to such a desolate place." Speaking of this, a trace of pity flashed across his eyes, "What a pity, what a pity. That Qing Yueqiu is a rare peerless beauty. Chief Steward, you can't find her?"
"It doesn't seem like an ordinary disappearance," Wei Wuji said. "But this time, other than the Tianhe Sect, there will be no more resistance in the three lands. We can also do things peacefully."
"Hmph, a bunch of clowns, rural barbarians, even daring to defy the imperial court's orders. They really don't know what's good for them." Cao Sheng turned his head and looked at Ye Shi, who was half-squatting on the side, and asked, "That Tianhe Sect, how far is it?"
Ye Shi smiled ingratiatingly and said to the two of them, "Godfather, Crown Prince, they will arrive in at most three hours. Those guys are hiding in the Sky River Sect."
"Hahaha." Cao Sheng pointed at Ye Shi, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and said with a flattering expression, "Chief Steward, look at him, doesn't he look like a dog?"
Wei Wuji also laughed, "It's his fortune to be the Crown Prince's dog."
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