Chapter 218 - 193: Encounter Liu Zhenshuo Again_1

In the forest, a dozen people were locked in combat.

"Three Flowers with the Wind Sword, one of the well-known top Martial Arts of the Wei Clan..."

Lu Yan saw from the beleaguered group of four, someone was employing this form of martial arts. With each stroke, three sword flowers would blossom in the sky.

Without a word, it was confirmed that the four men belonged to the Wei Clan.

Then the others must be from the Qiu and Ouyang clans.

Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...

Lu Yan drew his bow and loosed six arrows in rapid succession.

Clang... Clang...

Six martial warriors from the Qiu and Ouyang Clans died in an instant, their bodies burst open.

The remaining two, frightened out of their wits, turned and fled.

Lu Yan fired another two arrows, killing those two as well.

The four remaining Wei Clan warriors, gazed at Lu Yan riding on a gigantic crimson eagle as if he were a god.

Not to mention Lu Yan, the terrifying aura emitted by the crimson eagle alone was enough to fill them with fear.

"Thank you, Senior, for your assistance."

The four men calmed themselves down, suppressed the fear in their hearts and saluted their thanks.

"I am Lu Yan, the city lord of Changfeng City, you may head south and take refuge in Changfeng City."

Lu Yan said.

With the successful fusion of the top martial arts, his strength had skyrocketed, and he no longer planned to hide his identity.

In the six provinces of Lingdong today, only the Third-rank Master could possibly surpass him.

But among the thirteen Master-level houses, only Zhao Tiansheng of the thirteen Master-level houses reached the Third-rank.

Next were Guan Shan, and the Gold Ape of Mount Kunwu.

What’s more, his main opponents, were Martial Spirits and the Spirit Sect now.

And with the matter of Liu Zhenshuo and Li Wenxin being in Changfeng City, the Spirit Sect would not let him go either way. So, it no longer mattered whether he concealed his identity or not.

"City Lord Lu Yan of Changfeng City? Actually..."

The four martial warriors from the Wei Clan had many questions.

They had certainly heard of the City Lord of Changfeng City, Lu Yan, but they had never heard that he possessed such immense strength.

Judging from the superior archery skills he had just demonstrated, he was clearly a Grandmaster.

"We cannot speculate about the actions of a Grandmaster. We must not provoke their displeasure by making rash assumptions."

The four people secretly thought.

"Where are the other strong warriors from your Wei Clan? Where are the three Grandmasters of the Wei Clan?"

Lu Yan asked again.

Hearing these words, the four people’s faces turned somber, and the one with the highest cultivation level said, "When the city fell, two of our elders died on the spot. Only our Ancestor managed to lead the remaining clan members to break through, but they were chased and killed by the enemy’s Grandmaster after leaving the city, and are now scattered."

"Based on the direction, they should have gone north. We implore you to lend us a hand and save our clan’s Ancestor."

"We implore you to save our Ancestor."

The other three also bowed and implored.

"You go first, I will go check it out."

He patted the Blood Slaughter, and it spread its wings and flew towards the north.

Standing on the eagle’s back, Lu Yan’s gaze swept in every direction. If there was any major battle within ten miles, it would not escape his dual eyes.

He quickly flew dozens of miles to the north.

Boom! Boom!

Below, in a forest, came thunderous noises, dense smoke filling the air and trees tumbling down.

Then, a silhouette rushed up several dozen meters, higher than the trees, and dove down, with both palms striking downwards.

In an instant, Lu Yan’s eyes gleamed with a dazzling light.

This man was actually Liu Zhenshuo, the Ancestor of the Liu family.

Back during the battle of Baicao City, Liu Zhenshuo had suffered severe injuries and disappeared, but now he had reappeared here.

Whoosh!

The Blood Slaughter flew over.

Lu Yan looked down.

There were four shadows engaged in a major battle.

Three men surrounded one.

The one being surrounded was the Ancestor of the Wei Clan, Wei Changkong.

Among the three who were attacking him, one of them was Liu Zhenshuo.

In addition, there was another man, of a burly build yet sporting a full head of white hair, wielding a battle axe. Among the three, his aura was the most powerful. Each time he swung his axe, it seemed as though he was cracking the earth and parting mountains, Wei Changkong, notwithstanding his strength, often had to spend seventy percent of his own strength to counter this man.

This old man shared the same cultivation realm with Wei Changkong, both ranked as the Second-rank Grandmasters.

"Judging from his appearance, this old man seems to be the head of the Qiu Clan, Qiu Cao," Lu Yan thought.

In Lingdong’s six provinces, the number of Grandmasters was limited, and they represented the pinnacle of Lingdong’s six provinces’ powers. Especially the Ancestors and heads of all the major clans–any decision they made could potentially change the political landscape of Lingdong’s six provinces.

So, all the Grandmaster level clans had detailed profiles of these people.

The Li Clan certainly did too.

Lu Yan had seen them before too.

He knew what these people looked like, their ages, their exceptional martial arts abilities, their characters, and even their hobbies. He knew how many concubines each of them had - all of these were meticulously recorded and described.

The third person was a red-haired young man.

He held a fiery-red hook in his hand, with his moves cunning and ruthless, he had the cultivation of a First-level Grandmaster.

This person, Lu Yan did not recognize.

"Liu Zhenshuo is a Martial Spirit, a well-known fact. Now that Qiu Cao is also joining hands with him to besiege Wei Changkong, there is no doubt that Qiu Cao has also chosen the path of the Martial Spirit," Lu Yan thought.

However, Liu Zhenshuo, Qiu Cao and the others had not used any of their Martial Spirit powers.

Generally speaking, those who embarked on the path of Martial Spirit and communicated with it are called Spirit Communicators.

When not in critical situations, Spirit Communicators will not readily use the power of the Martial Spirit.

The thing they fear most on the path of Martial Spirit is adverse changes.

They need to suppress the erosion of the Martial Spirit with their overwhelming willpower, to combat these changes.

The more often the power of the Martial Spirit is used, the greater the chance of adverse changes occurring.

So, if they can avoid using the power of the Martial Spirit, they will not use them.

Only when severely hurt and in need of recovery from injuries do they rely on the power of the Martial Spirit.

Even then, Wei Changkong was unable to hold his ground while facing three opponents, he kept on retreating.

After starting on the path of Martial Spirit, martial cultivators would receive special inheritance from the Martial Spirit, which would boost their martial arts cultivation enormously.

Thus, even without the power of Martial Spirit, their combat power is also extremely high.

"Qiu Cao, I didn’t expect you to also embark on the path of Martial Spirit, your Qiu Family’s centuries-old legacy is about to be ruined by your hands."

Wei Changkong slashed the redhead youth away with a blade, and after exchanging a move with Qiu Cao, a gap was seized by Liu Zhenshuo. Liu Zhenshuo shot out a palm, Wei Changkong couldn’t dodge and could only resist with his inner strength. He was knocked back dozens of meters, his face turned pale, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I only know that the Wei Clan, is going to be ruined by your hands today."

Qiu Cao responded coldly.

"Wei Changkong, I have been hidden in the dark for many days for today. Today, I am going to personally take your head, it’s a pity that Li Xingyuan died too early, and I couldn’t kill him personally."

Liu Zhenshuo spoke coldly, with intense killing intent in his eyes.

During the battle that day, he was badly wounded by the siege of five grandmasters, along with two second-rank masters. He was severely injured and his origin energy was badly damaged. Although he saved his life with the power of Martial Spirit, he spent a long time before fully recovering.

After recovery, the battle of Lingdong had already broken out.

After he knew that Li Xingyuan was dead, he voluntarily came to Li’an City, hid in the dark until the city was broken, then he pursued and killed Wei Changkong secretly.

After killing Wei Changkong, the next targets would be Lu Yan, the Master of Archery, and Li Xingchen.

As for Li Xinghen, although he also participated in the battle at that time, it was due to the pressure from Li Xingyuan. He had to do something, otherwise, his identity would be exposed. Now, he is one of us, naturally, there’s no need to take action anymore.

All these thoughts flashed through his mind, but Liu Zhenshuo’s attacks only become even fiercer.

Just at this moment, all the grandmasters present were shocked and looked up.

Whoosh!

An arrow, like a falling meteor, shot towards Liu Zhenshuo at an astonishing speed.

This arrow got its power amplified drastically after Lu Yan put his top bone strength into it, increasing its impact.

Liu Zhenshuo felt a sting on his forehead, his muscles tightened, with a strong push off the ground with his legs, he managed to retreat ten meters just in time to dodge the arrow.

Boom!

The arrow fell to the ground and exploded like a bomb, leaving a large pit.

However, the second arrow followed closely after the first one, still locking onto Liu Zhenshuo.

This arrow was perfectly timed, Liu Zhenshuo had nowhere to dodge.

With a low growl, Liu Zhenshuo’s face twisted in rage. His arm muscles bulged, and the red scales on his arms and palms shone brilliantly. He reached out with all his strength to grab the arrow.

Sss sss sss...

Sparks flew as the arrow rubbed against the scales.

Liu Zhenshuo slid backward because of the huge force, covering a distance of ten meters within a moment.

Eventually, the arrow broke through Liu Zhenshuo’s hands and went straight for his chest.

Phew!

The arrow pierced through his chest, and the bone strength carried by the arrow exploded, blowing a big hole in Liu Zhenshuo’s chest.

This was still with him resisting with inner strength, otherwise, his body would have been blown to pieces.

Liu Zhenshuo’s body was shrouded in a heavy black fog, as his chest began to wriggle like little snakes intertwining with each other, quickly recovering.

Roar!

Liu Zhenshuo roared, his face grimacing, mouth agape, a tendril stretched out.

Several more tendrils came out from his abdomen, horribly disgusting.

"Disgusting creature, today, I will completely remove you."

Lu Yan handed over his horn-shaped bow to his Chasing Star Arrow avatar.

Previously, while on the eagle’s back, Lu Yan had already summoned the avatar of Chasing Star Arrow. It has already been used at Kunwu Mountain anyway, so the Monster King won’t find it strange.

Lu Yan drew the Red Blood Blade, leaping from a hundred meters above in the sky, and wielded a blade from the sky at Liu Zhenshuo.

"It’s you, Lu Yan."

Liu Zhenshuo let out a surprised exclamation.

At the moment, Lu Yan was not in disguise and showed his true self.

Liu Zhenshuo couldn’t believe that a small Red-clad Guard under the Liu Family could carry such combat power to hurt him with an arrow.

The momentum of Lu Yan’s blade was too strong, Liu Zhenshuo couldn’t intercept and had to back off.

Boom!

As Lu Yan landed, he kicked off the ground with both legs, rushed towards Liu Zhenshuo like an arrow released from the bow, and slashed out a blade. The splendid blade light seemed to split the sky into two.

Liu Zhenshuo’s mouth and abdomen tendrils quickly extended and coiled towards Lu Yan. They were covered in a disgusting green liquid and gave off a foul smell.

At the same time, he fired off his palms towards Lu Yan.

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The blade light flashed, seven or eight tendrils were instantly cut off, then the blade light changed direction towards Liu Zhenshuo’s palms.

Blood splattered everywhere, the supposedly indestructible scales on Liu Zhenshuo’s palms were easily cut open like tofu when they came into contact with the Red Blood Blade, chopping his palms into two halves, which then flew out.

"Cloud Slash."

Lu Yan held the blade with both hands and slashed it out horizontally.

The Nine Doors Ignoble Blade, after merging into a top blade technique, produced six killing techniques.

The Cloud Slash is one of the six.

The name of this top blade technique was called Nine Disaster Blade.

Nine and nine return to one, embody the meaning of integration in disaster.

With a flash of the blade, Liu Zhenshuo’s head went flying.

However, there were several black threads connecting Liu Zhenshuo’s head to his body, pulling the severed head back and reattaching it to the neck.