Chapter 544: Chapter 542: Old Dog Lu, Go to Hell!
Several days later.
A trendous boom ca from the West City of Dongming City. The entire Immortal City trembled and buzzed, and even Ning Daoran, who was far away in Liuyun Mountain, felt the extrely strong mana fluctuations.
“What’s going on?!”
Ji Ning rushed out of the room urgently: “Senior Ning, are you alright?”
“I am fine.”
Ning Daoran walked out from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, and upon casting his Nascent Soul Divine Sense towards the distance, imdiately understood.
“Old Jing Long finally lost his patience, but I did not expect that he would attack Dongming City instead of the ancestral lands of Qiyun Tower.”
“Old Ancestor of Qiyun Tower attacked Dongming City?”
“Indeed!”
Ning Daoran drifted out of the Cave Mansion: “Let’s go and take a look.”
“Yes!”
The two dashed out of the Cave Mansion and headed straight for the West City, then watched the excitent from a distance.
At this mont, a huge Dharma Image at least several tens of ters tall appeared in the sky outside the city, which was Jing Long’s transford Nascent Soul. The Dharma Image lifted its palm and heavily struck the City Protection Array Formation, causing the entire array to buzz and hum.
Furthermore, the Southern Stone Turtle roared repeatedly, striking the array with its shell and causing the city to tremble ti and again.
In addition to Jing Long and the Southern Stone Turtle, there were densely packed Cultivators behind them, so of which were the remaining disciples of Qiyun Tower, others were from the Yama Sect, and in the sky, several Spirit Boats stretched across, their Spirit Light Cannons targeting Dongming City, continuously bombarding it.
Qiyun Tower and the Yama Sect joined forces, their formation was massive!
…
“Jing Long!”
Accompanied by a sky-tearing roar, a patch of blood cloud descended in the sky within the city, transforming into the figure of Lu Yunzhou, the Martial God of Hun State, his body emanating an imposing Martial Artist Qi chanism, making him appear like a blazing furnace, unapproachable by re mortals.
Lu Yunzhou narrowed his eyes, scoffing at Old Jing Long in the distance: “You senile old fool, a re survivor of a ruined household dares return to Dongming City? Did you not know that the new emperor is soon to send an envoy here to Dongming City, decreeing the lord of this city, in charge of the military and political affairs of the entire state?”
“Envoy?”
Jing Long sneered with scorn, raising his hand and tossing out a dark, gri-covered head, laughing: “Lu Yunzhou, is this the envoy you’re talking about?”
The head rolled far on the ground, eventually stopping with a terrifying expression, mouth wide open and teeth snow-white, as if having experienced so great horror before death.
“You…”
Lu Yunzhou grinding his teeth in anger: “Old fool, you dare kill a court envoy, have you grown tired of living? Are you not afraid that your actions will lead to the Qiyun Tower being implicated and exterminated root and branch?”
“Pah!”
Old Jing Long scoffed: “Old Dog Lu, who in this world could be more adept at groveling for rcy than you? Back when the Chen Dynasty held power, you couldn’t be more subservient to the State Preceptor Luo Qi, sucking up to him at every opportunity. Now that the Li Family has risen to power, you instantly turn coats and fawn over the New Dynasty. Such a sycophantic, spineless wretch like you, who switches sides with the wind, also dares to call himself a Martial God? Do you have even a shred of the dignity a Martial God should possess?!”
“I am infuriated!”
Lu Yunzhou was about to explode with anger.
Jing Long’s words were few, but each one hit a critical weakness, devastatingly effective.
However, Lu Yunzhou did not order the warriors of the Martial God Pavilion and the Beast Taming Sect to attack outside the city. The Yama Sect and Qiyun Tower’s aggressive approach ant that attacking them now might not yield any advantage.
After all, the only reason he had managed to successfully breach Qiyun Tower’s ancestral land previously was because of a surprise attack, and back then Ning Daoran had lent his assistance, which he definitely wouldn’t do now.
Therefore, after several days of attack, Qiyun Tower and the Yama Sect suffered heavy losses and were unable to breach the city, so they had to retreat.
On Dongming City’s side, both Lu Yunzhou and Lu Wenyao breathed a sigh of relief.
…
Deep into the night, within the Martial God Pavilion.
In the great hall filled with torches, Lu Yunzhou stood before the throne, his gaze icy.
On the steps below, Lu Wenyao, Cao Yan, and a group of high-ranking Cultivators of the Beast Taming Sect were present, the expressions on everyone’s faces extrely solemn.
“Father.”
Lu Wenyao frowned: “Should we reconsider our plan? Qiyun Tower has experienced a stealth attack once before, they may now be on guard, and besides, Jing Long’s Cultivation is profound…”
“No need to continue.”
Lu Yunzhou spoke in a deep voice: “Since we know that the remnants of Qiyun Tower and the people from the Yama Sect are stationed on Dongyang Mountain, and we have been sitting in the city for many days without engaging in outside battle, they surely will not suspect that we would take the initiative to strike, let alone anticipate this surprise attack. This attack must succeed, must win. Imdiately send the order to gather everyone. We set off at midnight, and before dawn, Qiyun Tower will be completely annihilated!”
“Yes!”
The warriors of the Martial God Pavilion bowed their fists one after another, their eyes brimming with excitent.
Court Martial Artists are recognized for their achievents in battle, and if they slay more Qiyun Tower Cultivators, they can rise through the ranks based on the heads of their enemies. This was sothing they dread of doing.
Hence, in the deep of the night, a familiar mist once again appeared above the Beast Taming Sect.
“Swish~~”
Within a breeze, Ning Daoran quietly stood on a tree branch, looking at the cloud heading towards Dongyang Mountain, and imdiately realized what was happening.
Well, since there’s nothing else to do in the dead of night, it would be good to go watch the excitent. Maybe if he’s lucky, he might even pick up a few benefits.
…
An hour later.
In the darkness of the world, nurous lights were lit on a mountainous range in the distance—it was Dongyang Mountain, currently the dwelling place of many Cultivators from Qiyun Tower and the Yama Sect.
Above, a cloud of mist descended.
“Boom~~~”
Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder rolled in the sky, and a mountain-sized blood-red fist descended from the heavens, which was Lu Yunzhou’s Martial Infant transford, forcefully suppressing Dongyang Mountain’s Main Peak with a powerful punch!
“Kill them all!”
Lu Yunzhou gave the order and took the lead in the charge.
“Hum!”
In the mountain, a pair of hands suddenly lifted, the mana of a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator surged, it was Old Jing Long’s technique. A collision between fist and palm resounded incessantly, sounding like a battle between true Immortals.
“Kill!”
Hidden within the mist above, warriors from the Martial God Pavilion and Beast Taming Sect Cultivators erged from the many Spirit Boats, descending to slay those within the mountain.
However, at that mont, a strong fluctuation of an array suddenly spread.
“Hm?”
Ning Daoran frowned slightly, his Nascent Soul Divine Sense swept over and he imdiately understood.
An array was set up within the mountain, and it was a Fourth-Order Lower Grade Array called the Ice and Fire Mysterious Sky Array, although Ning Daoran had not acquired its legacy, and couldn’t refine it, he was already well acquainted with it.
“Not good!”
Lu Yunzhou’s face turned pale with shock.
When they wanted to escape, it was already too late, a large number of warriors from the Martial God Pavilion and Beast Taming Sect had been trapped inside the Ice and Fire Mysterious Sky Array!
“Old Jing Long, you old coot!”
Enraged, Lu Yunzhou’s Blood Qi surged as he continuously struck Old Jing Long with punches.
“Fool!”
With a sneer, Jing Long replied coldly, “Lu Yunzhou, you brute who only knows how to swing your fists, do you really think that a surprise attack, after being used once, can be repeated? Do you think that I, old and foolish, would just wait for you to co and launch a sneak attack? Today, Dongyang Mountain will be the burial ground of Hun State’s Martial God, you and Lu Wenyao, neither of you will leave!”
“Is that so?”
Lu Yunzhou retorted angrily, “I will watch how you try to kill !”
The two sides were locked in a fierce battle.
The Southern Stone Turtle clashed with the Rock Dragon, while Lu Yunzhou faced two opponents alone, battling both Jing Long and the True Yama Monarch!
In fact…
Lu Yunzhou certainly did not wish to face two alone, but apart from him, there was no one else in the Martial God Pavilion or Beast Taming Sect who could handle a Nascent Soul Stage presence, let alone Jing Long at the Nascent Soul Mid-stage.
At this ti, if Lu Wenyao, who was at the Golden Core Late Stage, joined the fray, it would likely only result in throwing her life away mindlessly.
…
Atop an ancient pine, Ning Daoran stood with his arms crossed, quietly watching this bloody battle under the moonlight.
As ti slowly passed, Lu Yunzhou, who initially managed to hold his own, gradually started to falter. Faced with the encirclent of two great Nascent Soul Cultivators, the injuries on his body increased and his breathing grew more ragged.
Moreover, the frequency of his breaths quickened, all signs indicating that Lu Yunzhou was running out of steam.
“Old Dog Lu!”
With a heavy blow from Jing Long, a Magical Treasure swept past, severing one of Lu Yunzhou’s arms at the shoulder: “You deserve such an end – it’s the retribution of heaven!”
“Go!”
The True Yama Monarch controlled a Flying Knife that harshly cleaved into Lu Yunzhou’s back, followed by a burst of Fierce Fla that scorched Lu Yunzhou’s back black.
Even the tenacious physique of a Mixed Elent Realm Martial Artist couldn’t withstand such tornt.
“Old Jing Long, you old coot!”
Lu Yunzhou, covered in blood and severely injured, still held a high fighting spirit: “Even if I die, I will drag you old fool with to refine in the Netherworld!”
“Hmph!”
Jing Long sneered, too lazy to say more, he controlled the Flying Knife to shuttle back and forth, slashing near Lu Yunzhou’s remaining arm, and in a blink of an eye, leaving only a pale white bone.
“Dad—”
From afar, Lu Wenyao, who was besieged by several cultivators of the Yama Sect, let out a scream, watching helplessly as her father was tortured near death. Lu Wenyao felt as if her heart was being torn apart.
The True Yama Monarch rose into the air and threw out a Golden Bowl, which landed on Lu Yunzhou’s head with a “clang”, even the sound of his skull cracking could be heard.
“You all…”
Lu Yunzhou’s body staggered, still strong in his Mixed Elent Realm Martial God physique. Despite such circumstances, he summoned Fist Mastery to conjure two ethereal arms, waving them as he shouted bloodily, “Who dares to battle with ?!”
Regrettably, he was like a trapped beast.
Jing Long and the True Yama Monarch were like two anglers, only attacking with Treasures from afar, not giving Lu Yunzhou any chance to get close and strike with his fists!
“Old Dog Lu, die!”
Monts later, Jing Long delivered the final blow, a claw-like hand descended from the sky and smacked Lu Yunzhou’s head firmly, causing his head to shatter instantly. Following that, his physical body collapsed under Jing Long’s strike, spattering into blood rain in the night sky.
Thus, the Hun State’s Martial God of the Primordial Chaos Early Stage had reached the end of his life’s journey.
“Thump…”
Lu Yunzhou, now nearly a skeleton, slowly knelt down and fell.
This scene was like a nightmare for Lu Wenyao and many from the Martial God Pavilion and Beast Taming Sect.
…
“Retribution, indeed…”
Far away, Ning Daoran, with his arms crossed, finally felt much better in his heart at this mont.
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