Chapter 134 - 133: Killing the Crown Prince
"Hahaha..."
Ling Jing laughed arrogantly and said, "Yang Yuzhi, how many people can you protect? You can report me, go to the Capital City and lodge a complaint, let’s see what punishment I will receive?"
Ling Jing laughed heartily and looked at Gu Zhan, "Oh, I forgot, you country bumpkin might not understand, so this Crown Prince will reluctantly tell you a truth. Even if I kill all those loyal subordinates of your Hundred Households Office, nothing will happen to me. They died in vain, and you can only watch!"
"This Crown Prince didn’t want to do this, but you, a despicable bumpkin, forced me. Now, I don’t care about anything anymore. I only want to vent my anger. How is it, do you feel indignant? It doesn’t matter, don’t worry, your turn will come soon, hahaha..."
Ling Jing laughed unscrupulously.
With his hair disheveled, Gu Zhan’s eyes were cold beneath it, and he said slowly, "Ling Jing, do you remember what I told you on your first day in Linjiang City?"
"Hmm?" Ling Jing was slightly stunned.
At that moment,
a flying saber flew out from Gu Zhan’s hand,
and in that instant, the sun seemed to be suddenly covered by clouds, the light retreated, and endless darkness was about to occupy the entire sky. The leaves seemed to wither faster, and the dust seemed to freeze in that moment.
The breath of death emitted its final tremor.
It was a lethal flying knife,
an Earth Tier Martial Art, Willow Leaf Flying Saber Technique perfected with one stroke,
it was the power of the Dao,
it was the aura of killing!
"Crown Prince, retreat!"
The middle-aged man with dual short guns flashed in front of Ling Jing and merged the two short guns into one, thrusting out.
Flames roared along the spear shaft,
instantly transforming into a roaring fire tiger,
it was a gun, it was fire, it was a tiger,
it was both a fire tiger and a giant spear,
yet, as the tiger descended the mountain,
it seemed to crash into an insurmountable force. No matter how it roared desperately, it continued to be suppressed, the flames dissipated rapidly, and the beast emitted a mournful cry.
That was the oppression of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi laws,
the spear bent irregularly,
and it continued to be crushed.
Much happened, but returning to reality, it was just an instant.
"Bang"
a loud boom,
the spear snapped,
a soft "hiss",
the flying knife penetrated the chest of the short spear guest, lightly grazed Ling Jing’s face, whistling away!
[Experience Points +50,000]
...
Between heaven and earth, silence reigned,
the short spear guest’s tower-like body fell to the ground,
Ling Jing stood there stupefied,
blood oozed from the blade scar on his face,
the next moment, Ling Jing let out a hysterical roar: "Yang Yuzhi, you saw it, this bastard was courting death himself, what reason do you have to protect him, kill him for me!"
In the courtyard,
Yang Yuzhi was also stunned,
he didn’t expect Gu Zhan to be bold enough to want to kill Ling Jing,
Ling Jing was preventing Qi Qianyu from killing Gu Zhan,
he had a reason to stop because Gu Zhan was an official, Qi Qianyu was a Martial World person, attacking Gu Zhan was attacking an official, Gu Zhan killing him was justifiable,
but now,
Gu Zhan struck at Ling Jing,
he had no reason to prevent Ling Jing from killing Gu Zhan!
"Kill!"
Ling Jing roared.
Immediately, the brown-robed elder beside Ling Jing stepped out, creating several illusions in the air before merging into one, launching a palm strike at Gu Zhan.
Gu Zhan swiftly evaded and retreated,
a flying knife appeared in his hand,
at that moment, all the Innate Martial Artists from Chengyang Marquis’s Mansion who were closing in shuddered involuntarily,
Gu Zhan’s strike had left a huge psychological impact on them,
the short spear guest was among the top tier of the Innate, yet he couldn’t even defend himself,
so, when another flying knife appeared in Gu Zhan’s hand,
their hearts thudded violently with a shiver.
Only the brown-robed elder snorted disdainfully, "Don’t be bluffed by him, this lad used up all his True Qi, he can’t use that flying knife!"
At once, all the martial artists understood,
such a flying knife,
just Innate cultivation, how could it possibly launch a second strike, so everyone quickly attacked.
Gu Zhan leapt back several meters again, watching the group of martial artists chasing after him, a cold smile appeared on his calm face.
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[Current realm raised to Innate Eighth Layer]
...
In an instant,
the once empty Dantian suddenly filled with a surge of True Qi, quickly flowing out of the Dantian, naturally flowing into the limbs, bones, and Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
Streams of True Qi surged out from the body,
a flying knife left Gu Zhan’s hand,
the debris on the ground instantly rolled and trembled, the planks quivered in panic.
Countless tiles fluttered down, branches dodging in alarm, creating a void,
an invisible knife moved within this void.
This strike,
was silent,
the brown-robed elder chasing after widened his eyes in shock,
simultaneously,
several Innate Martial Artists made the same movement,
they inexplicably halted,
then bowed their heads slowly,
their chests bloomed with flowers, blood-red flowers,
and behind the flowers was a hole,
the hole pierced from the chest to the back.
"Buzz" "Buzz" "Buzz"
In the air, a bloodied flying knife buzzed, vibrating at an extremely high frequency, trembling out masses of blood mist, carving a graceful arc in the air falling into Gu Zhan’s hand, leaving a scarlet arc in the sky.
"Boom" "Boom" "..."
With each booming crash, bodies collapsed in heaps, raising clouds of dust, and streams of blood flowed on the ground.
That one strike,
killed a group of Innate Martial Artists,
that one strike rendered the world silent,
that one strike made Ling Jing’s soul nearly escape,
"You’re next!"
Gu Zhan pointed at Ling Jing.
In that instant, Ling Jing felt a chill throughout his body, his face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he staggered back a few steps, only to trip over a tile and fall to the ground. In panic and confusion, he shouted, "Kill... kill him quickly, hurry..."
The guards were terrified,
however, Gu Zhan didn’t let them remain fearful for long. He reached out and drew a machete into his hand, charging ghost-like into the fray,
wails ceased abruptly,
heads flew, blood mist sprayed like rain,
the ground was littered with severed limbs, rivers of blood flowing.
Ling Jing sat paralyzed on the ground, terror-stricken, retreating incessantly, shivering all over, stammering, "You can’t kill me, I’m the Heir of the Marquis of Chengyang, you..."
Yang Yuzhi on the other side also hurriedly shouted at this moment, "Lord Gu, don’t be impulsive, stop..."
"Cheng"
A flash of blade light swept past, and Ling Jing’s head flew into the air.
Blood rained down, splattering all over Gu Zhan.
He slowly turned around, looking at Yang Yuzhi, and said slowly, "Magistrate Yang, the day Ling Jing arrived in Linjiang City, I told him,
’Barefooted ones do not fear those in shoes,
a commoner’s fury, blood splashes five steps!’