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Chapter 219: Chapter 216: Repelling the Enemy
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Chu Zhiyuan frowned and stared at him.
The three women, Huang Shiron included, also fixed their gaze on him.
Could it be that the five Great Grandmasters encountered trouble?
It was almost impossible; only another Great Grandmaster could hold off a Great Grandmaster.
The Yuding Sect might have Great Grandmasters, but certainly not enough to stop five at the same time.
However, from his expression, it seemed likely he had met the five Great Grandmasters.
Daring to speak here with such confidence, leisurely and unhurried, it was evident he was certain the five Great Grandmasters would not come.
Upon hearing the signal, why would they not come?
They should know that this signal was sent by Chu Zhiyuan.
If they heard it, they should already be here.
Either they didn’t hear it, or they were delayed by someone or something, which was very troublesome.
Chu Zhiyuan’s lips moved.
"Master Huang, prepare to escape."
Huang Shiron’s step forward immediately halted.
Chu Zhiyuan’s lips continued moving, "I have no chance of victory. Act accordingly when the time comes, don’t be hasty, and avoid drawing his attention."
Huang Shiron looked at him.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "His target is me, you all stay back; there’s still a slim chance to escape alive."
"..."
"Go to the Imperial Palace, find a Great Grandmaster to rescue me." With that, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly shot both hands, "Wait for me to say ’go’ before moving."
"Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!"
Streaks of white light shot out.
At the same time, a jade waist token was sent flying towards Huang Shiron.
Huang Shiron solemnly caught it.
She turned to look at Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu, whose faces were tense, and gently shook her head, signaling them to stay calm and not to act rashly.
"Heh, this move is useless."
Zhang Youling let out a loud laugh, his figure flickered, shifting and swaying between the streaks of white light, creating multiple illusions.
He dodged as he charged towards Chu Zhiyuan.
The Four Spirit Array operated.
Guo Chi and the other three moved, their Gang Qi interconnecting to form a circular ring.
"Heh, interesting, there’s even an array." Zhang Youling indifferently slapped down with a palm.
"Bang!" A muffled sound, and the Gang Qi ring vaguely appeared.
Guo Chi and the others continued moving underfoot to maintain the array’s operation.
Zhang Youling’s advancement was halted.
"Again!" Unconvinced, Zhang Youling struck with another palm.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
He continuously struck, even swinging both palms together.
Dark green palm imprints condensed in the air, the size of a human hand, growing clearer, resembling jade sculptures of palm prints.
The palm imprints continuously collided with the increasingly clear Gang Qi ring.
Chu Zhiyuan drew a short sword from his sleeve.
The wooden short sword suddenly burst into purple flames, which then deepened, transforming into a deep purple longsword.
He stepped forward to swing the sword.
A mass of purple light suddenly swelled, like a thousand pear blossoms blooming, enveloping Zhang Youling.
He flickered, joining forces with Guo Chi and the others, forming the Five Spirits Formation on the basis of the Four Spirit Array.
The strength of Guo Chi and the others was immediately added to his body.
The powerful body refined by the Dragon Transformation Technique was at its best, capable of bearing the added strength of Guo Chi and the others.
A profound Inner Strength surged through broad and resilient meridians, growing purer as his mental method operated.
He secretly regretted it.
The existence of the copper tower limited the purity of these profound Gang Qi, making it hard to boost its purity no matter how much it operated.
The power of Gang Qi stems from its purity and concentration, just like two wooden sticks striking against each other, the sturdier and stronger one prevails.
His current stick was strong, but not sturdy enough.
Yet, compared to being both weak and flimsy, there was still some chance of victory.
A formidable Inner Strength circulated following the Washing Sword Technique, refining into purity, and then infused into the wooden sword forming a more concentrated Sword Gang.
The wooden sword’s color gradually transitioned from deep purple towards black.
Ultimately, it became a black sword, pitch dark without a hint of light, silently slicing through space, forming faint rippling distortions.
Zhang Youling swung his palms repeatedly, each palm imprint condensed in the void, only to be annihilated by the sword light.
For a moment, he could only avoid its edge, retreat step by step, finally withdrawing three zhang away, and halted.
He examined Chu Zhiyuan, not in anger but rather joyfully surprised.
"Indeed worthy of being Da Jing’s foremost Princely Heir, I like it, hahaha..."
Chu Zhiyuan stepped back and stopped, once again reforming the Four Spirit Array.
He held the pitch-black longsword, calmly observing Zhang Youling: "The five Great Grandmasters went to eradicate your Yuding Sect, you must have escaped, right?"
"Escape?" Zhang Youling shook his head: "Why would I need to escape?"
Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
Zhang Youling laughed, "With the five Great Grandmasters leaving, Yujing City is probably quite empty now, isn’t it?"
Chu Zhiyuan frowned again: "Luring the tiger away from the mountain?"
"Clever!" Zhang Youling clapped and laughed: "I’m more and more satisfied, your wit, agility, and these Miracle Techniques will all become mine, this harvest is too vast, even if I don’t enter Yujing City, it’s enough, hahaha!"
Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "There are still Great Grandmasters inside Yujing City."
"You’re fooling yourself." Zhang Youling said: "The Great Grandmasters in Yujing City have all been sent away, today is the Mysterious Day!"
"And what if it’s the Mysterious Day!" Chu Zhiyuan said: "Regardless of whether the Great Grandmasters are present, the Emperor always is. Beneath the Emperor’s Sword, you shall face certain death."
He frowned inwardly.
What is this Mysterious Day?
There was no record of this in his mind; neither in Tongtian Pavilion nor in the Mingwu Hall, there was no mention of this Mysterious Day.
"I am just a small figure, not worth activating the Emperor’s Sword for." Zhang Youling laughed: "Alright, I’ve seen all your skills, very satisfying. Now, come to me!"
His hair suddenly began to float, the green robe billowing, skin rapidly losing blood color, becoming almost transparent.
His eyes became two whirlpools, as if to extract one’s soul.
He immediately turned bizarre, inhuman.
Like a divine ghost.
Chu Zhiyuan flickered, once more joining Guo Chi and the others to form the Five Spirits Formation, vast Gang Qi surged within his body.
The black longsword swung out, confronting Zhang Youling.
"Return!"
Zhang Youling formed an unusual handprint with both hands, uttering a strange exclamation.
This single exclamation seemed to echo throughout heaven and earth; all things heard it.
Chu Zhiyuan’s mind went blank.
A dragon chant resounded in his mind.
With the dragon chant, he suddenly regained clarity.
He discovered Zhang Youling’s right palm had pressed onto his Dantian area, with a strange suction force fiercely pulling the Dantian Gang Qi.
Within the Dantian, Gang Qi surged violently, like a giant vortex whipped up by a wild storm over the ocean.
The wild wind howled, yet the ocean’s vortex steadily rotated.
This was the aperture unleashed at the second level of the Dragon Transformation Technique.
Once this aperture opened, the Gang Qi swirled like a whirlpool; Zhang Youling’s Evil Skill couldn’t shake it, even as his face reddened, it remained unmovable.
Huang Shiron and the others’ actions halted, expressions blank.
Chu Zhiyuan took a glance at Zhang Youling who was closing his eyes, struggling to operate his skill.
A vertical eye at Zhang Youling’s brow was opening, though not visible beneath the skin, yet it couldn’t evade the Super Sense.
It was a vertical eye.
Chu Zhiyuan turned his left hand’s sword technique into a fist, Great Heavenly Dragon Fist aiming for the eye at his brow.
Zhang Youling suddenly opened his eyes wide, his left palm met the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist.
"Bang!"
Zhang Youling flew straight back.
Chu Zhiyuan’s figure flashed, pursuing Zhang Youling with another punch.
"Return!" Zhang Youling formed a hand seal in mid-air, shrieked sharply.
Chu Zhiyuan’s mind wavered, then the dragon chant sounded, restoring his mind to clarity.
The Great Heavenly Dragon Fist reformed and punched hard at Zhang Youling’s chest, sending him flying straight out, spraying a jet of blood mid-air.
"Swish!" A shadow flickered. 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
The Night Blade slashed through, piercing out from Zhang Youling’s back.
"You..." Zhang Youling stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
His hands exploded with a "bang bang," blood mist filled and his figure vanished instantly.
As the blood mist dispersed, he was nowhere to be seen.
Chu Zhiyuan let out a long breath.
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