The news of the Death Legion charging through High Cliff City spread like the wind to Monarch City.
When the major forces in Monarch City heard the news, they all had different reactions. Some applauded, some felt that the new son-in-law was too domineering and didn't even give face to his grandfather's family. There were also rumors that Yang Wu was going to rebel.
In short, there were all kinds of rumors.
Before Yang Wu returned to Monarch City, his name had already shaken the city.
A year ago, the Yang Family's literary star, Yang Wen, stunned Great Xia.
A year later, the Yang Family's Earl Shaowu barged into High Cliff City.
The Yang Family's literary and martial talents were destined to become a legend in Great Xia.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Wu and the others had already arrived at the "Inkstone Ridge" outside Monarch City.
The Inkstone Ridge was a mountain ridge dozens of miles away from Monarch City. There were many short mountains and forests, as well as plains where low-level spirit demons and wild beasts lived. It was the favorite hunting ground of Monarch City's people and also the hunting ground of the royal family from time to time.
Arriving at the Inkstone Ridge meant that they would be able to reach Monarch City in about half a day.
At this moment, Yang Wu sensed a murderous aura. He hurriedly waved his hand to stop the soldiers.
"Soldiers, get into formation to protect yourselves first," Yang Wu shouted.
Lu Zhi sat on the Dragon Blooded Horse, waved his flag, and said, "Defend!"
The one thousand five hundred human generals took their positions and formed a circular shield. Every one of their auras began to form Profound Armor Vigor to protect themselves. Furthermore, their auras joined together to form a large defensive formation.
At this moment, a rock suddenly came crashing down in their direction from one of the mountains.
These rocks were like meteorites that kept falling down. They contained great power and those who were hit would definitely die on the spot.
"Attack!" Lu Zhi shouted as he circulated his dantian.
The 1,500 soldiers attacked the rocks at the same time. The power of the formation they formed erupted at the same time. Its power had already surpassed the power of an ordinary King and shattered all the falling rocks.
This was the power of a formation formed by 1,500 human generals, enough to kill king tiers.
This kind of power could only be achieved by Lu Zhizhi, who was proficient in formations, or even at the stage of great success.
Others did not understand the Dao of Array Formations, so it was impossible for them to do this.
Lu Zhi was just a weak scholar. It was already not easy for him to train the soldiers of the Death Legion to this point. If he became a warrior, with the help of a higher level array, he would have the ability to turn something rotten into something magical.
However, the rocks that were smashed by the other party were merely appetizers. More than a dozen figures flew out, and each of them had different colored profound wings. Their majestic auras were rather powerful, and they were all King Realm experts.
They didn't say a word and directly blasted out different kinds of attack power. Dozens of power blasted towards Yang Wu and the others with the force of a thunderbolt.
"Looks like some people still haven't given up!" Yang Wu said faintly as he wiped away his killing intent.
On Yang Wu's side, Shou Hou, Wan Lanxin, Xue Ji, and Du Guang Fo immediately charged up, including the Fire Cloud Tiger.
This kind of power was not enough to fight against the other party. Yang Wu let the Silver Patterned Turtle attack, while he and Meng Bingxue suppressed and did not make a move.
"After becoming a King Realm expert, I haven't killed anyone properly. Today, I'll kill to my heart's content," Du Guang Fo shouted with a bloodthirsty expression.
"I also want to see how powerful a King Realm expert is." Xue Ji laughed shrilly. With a flick of her finger, needles pierced towards the King Realm experts that were charging over.
Wan Lanxin suppressed a bellyful of anger. She definitely didn't want Yang Wu to become some kind of son-in-law, but she also had a feeling of helplessness. She had to vent her anger on the other party.
The most powerful of these people was still Shou Hou. His eyes flickered with golden flames, and the broken staff in his hand exuded an intimidating power. He locked onto the three strongest King Realm experts and shouted, "Those who stop my big brother from entering the city will die!"
The Silver Patterned Turtle and the Fire Cloud Tiger also released their demonic might. The Silver Patterned Turtle's battle prowess was the strongest, and none of the dozen or so King Realm experts could match it in a one-on-one battle. As for the Fire Cloud Tiger, it could spit out solid demonic flames that soared into the sky.
For a moment, the auras of two different King Realm experts clashed together, and there was a series of shocking explosions in the air.
None of the dozen or so King Realm experts were mediocre. They were the "13 Great Thief Kings", and each of their hands were stained with blood. They specialized in raiding and robbing. The Great Thief King was a mid-level King Realm expert who was only a step away from becoming a high-level King Realm expert.
When the 13 Great Thieves Kings worked together, even high-level Kings would have to retreat.
The 13 Great Thieves Kings appeared here to stop Yang Wu's group. They probably didn't know the strength of Yang Wu's group. If they did, they definitely wouldn't have dared to take on this job.
However, the 13 Great Thieves Kings weren't the real killers. The real killers had yet to come.
Ding dong ding dong!
Waves of austere sound waves rang out. No one knew where these sound waves came from, but they caused the soldiers of the Death Legion to feel as if they had lost their spirit. The power that they had gathered quietly dissipated, and everyone felt drowsy.
Lu Zhi didn't have any energy to protect himself, so he fainted on the spot.
Yang Wu's mind was also affected. It was just like when he was stimulated by the Soul-Touch Vine King's mental power. This was a mental attack.
Fortunately, Yang Wu had the God's Court Dao Flower. This bit of mental power could hurt high-level Kings, but it couldn't hurt him.
Yang Wu used his mental power to sense the direction of the sound waves, and two figures appeared in his mind. One was a blind man playing a zither, and the other was a deaf man playing a lute.
The fifth on the Black Hand Leaderboard was the Blind Zither and the Deaf Lute.
The two of them were already very old. They were wearing strange decorations and were leaning against each other. They relied on their sound ability to kill their enemies. They were the strangest killer combination.
The sound of the zither was soul-stirring, and the arpeggios were endless.
"Bingxue, protect them." Yang Wu said to Meng Bingxue, and then he used his Wind God's Kick to rush toward the two.
When the Blind Zither and the Deaf Lute sensed Yang Wu rushing toward them, they played even faster. The sound waves formed eighteen different kinds of weapons and rushed toward Yang Wu.
This was still a mental attack, and it was aimed at Yang Wu's head. It was going to destroy Yang Wu's soul.
Yang Wu had fought with the Soul-contact Vine King in the swamp of the mountain range, so he already knew how to use the Divine Court Dao Flower to defend himself. The petals of the flower danced, blocking all the sound waves that rushed in. It didn't cause too much damage to him. Instead, it stimulated his Soul-type Potential talent to produce an inexplicable feeling. It seemed to be awakening.
At the same time, his God's Court Dao Flower was still beating. His soul, which was already solid, was emitting a strange power. It was like a ball of mental light was condensing.
Yang Wu felt pain between his eyebrows, as if something was going to break. He thought it was the other's attack that made him feel pain. He shouted angrily, "Die, you scoundrel!"
Yang Wu ran faster and faster, creating deep pits on the ground. He leaped dozens of feet, and when he bounced up into the air, his feet repeatedly kicked out.
Wind God Kick.
This was the integration of the Scimitar Kick into the talent, increasing the power of the talent. In an instant, there were 49 variations in the kick. This was the perfect stage of the Scimitar Kick. The earth-shattering power was kicked towards the Deaf and Blind Zither.
This power was so strong and domineering that wherever it passed, trees turned into powder. Sand and stones tumbled, unable to stop it.
Blind plucked the zither strings while Deaf plucked the arpeggio strings. All of their mental energy was poured into it, and the sound was loud. Their mental energy skyrocketed. Not only did they attack Yang Wu's God's Court, but they also materialized and attacked Yang Wu's body.
Bang bang!
In an instant, the leg flare collided with the power of the sound waves. The power of the sound waves was shattered by the leg flare, but some of it still rushed toward Yang Wu.
This kind of power was impossible to guard against. It wasn't something that anyone could block.
The fact that Blind Zither and Deaf Pipa could be ranked in the top five of the Black Hand Ranking was enough to prove how terrifying their abilities were.
Unfortunately, they had encountered Yang Wu, and not other king tiers.
Their power couldn't cause any harm to Yang Wu. The mental energy condensed in Yang Wu's God's Court soul formed an "eye" and was imprinted in the glabella of his soul. His glabella felt more and more uncomfortable. The feeling of wanting to split open but unable to do so made him feel rather uncomfortable.
"Open for me!" Yang Wu urged all the power in his body, including the power of his bloodline. In an instant, it boiled and exploded, forcing the glabella to open. There seemed to be a third eye there, and a wisp of power shot out, directly attacking Blind Zither and Deaf Pipa.
Ah! Ah!
After a beam of light shot out from between Yang Wu's eyebrows, Deaf Lute and Blind Zither both let out blood-curdling screams and fell to the ground on the spot. They were already dead.
Yang Wu felt that the power of his God's Court Dao Flower had been greatly reduced. He couldn't maintain the third eye anymore. His glabella healed again, and his mind was in a daze. He murmured, "Is this the power of my soul-type talent?"
He was not destined to see the strange light in the eyes of the little black dog behind him. It was as if it had seen a female dog coming out of the bath. Its eyes were about to pop out, and its tongue was constantly moving in and out. Saliva was constantly flowing out of its mouth. It was shouting excitedly in its heart, "I understand why he is the fated one. He is the same as Master, and has the same magical powers. This is great."
Yang Wu couldn't hear Little Hei's words. He was still in a daze, not understanding how his talent had killed the two in front of him.
He checked and found that the two had no injuries at all. They had died inexplicably just like that.
Before he could figure it out, another three powerful auras locked onto him and blasted towards him.
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