PDLP Chapter 424 Melee! Time to get some fresh air!
Chapter 424 Melee! Time to get some fresh air!
The Azure Lotus Daoist was both shocked and furious. He quickly retreated a hundred feet, circulating his spiritual energy to seal the wound. However, at that wound, a grayish-white aura, like a bone-deep sore, was slowly eroding his spiritual energy—it was the remnant of the causal intent!
"Fellow Daoist Zhou!" Qinglian Daoist shouted sternly.
Zhou Shan had also arrived, and the Mountain and River Seal had grown to a size of a hundred feet, crashing down upon him.
Chen Fan, however, did not take the bait.
He raised his left hand and sent the rising sun ball hurtling towards the Mountain and River Seal, lifting it up by half a foot. With a flick of his right hand, the sword's momentum shifted, and the gray-white sword line coiled around Zhou Shan's wrist like a serpent.
This entanglement is not a severing, but a drawing.
Zhou Shan felt a sudden weight on his wrist, and the Mountain and River Seal drifted uncontrollably to the side, slamming heavily into the ground.
boom!
The earth collapsed, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Chen Fan changed his sword stance again.
"Causal Slash".
As the three words were uttered, the gray-white longsword's luster subsided, but countless intricate runes appeared on its blade. These runes were not engraved, but rather formed from threads of cause and effect, each connecting a certain "cause" and "effect."
He slashed at Zhou Shan with his sword.
This sword strike was not fast; in fact, it was somewhat slow.
But Zhou Shan found that he couldn't avoid it.
It wasn't that he wasn't fast enough, but rather... he couldn't dodge. It was as if all his possible attempts to evade were locked in by "cause and effect" the moment this sword was unleashed, and no matter where he tried to hide, the sword would always land where it was meant to.
"A causal lock?" Zhou Shan was shocked and had no choice but to accept it.
With the Mountain and River Seal in front of him, his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation erupted in full force.
The sword arrives.
Silently.
The gray-white sword blade struck the Mountain and River Seal without a loud bang or explosion, only a faint "crack" sound.
A crack spread across the seal's body.
"My Mountain and River Seal!" Zhou Shan felt a pang of heartache. He had nurtured this magic weapon for eight hundred years, and today it was shattered by a single sword strike!
Chen Fan, however, had already withdrawn and was scanning the battlefield below.
The thousands of disciples of the Qingyun Sect had recovered from their shock and, led by Core Formation cultivator Yun Haizi and several other Foundation Establishment cultivators at the Great Perfection stage, began their assault on the imperial city.
Although the cultivators of the Great Abyss fought desperately, they were outnumbered and out-cultivated, and their defenses were forced to retreat step by step.
"It's time to let them get some exercise."
Chen Fan's mind raced!
The next moment, eight figures flew out of the bag and landed in front of the imperial city.
It was none other than Eunuch Wei, Old Huang, Ling Huanzi, Wu Yuezi, Tianyu Daoren, Qingfengzi, Qingyizi, and a large black dog, as strong as a calf, that was entirely black.
The sudden appearance of eight people and a dog startled the charging Qingyun Sect disciples.
As soon as Eunuch Wei and his entourage landed, they immediately understood the situation before them.
Thousands of cultivators from the Qingyun Sect surged forward like a tidal wave, their various magical treasures flashing and their spells roaring. Meanwhile, on the Dayuan side, the remaining hundred or so cultivators had retreated to the palace gates, all wounded and exhausted.
"Tsk, quite a scene." Old Huang grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, but he had already gripped the rusty wood-chopping knife in his hand.
Eunuch Wei narrowed his eyes, glanced at the Qingyun Sect disciples charging at the forefront, rubbed his hands together, and put on his usual obsequious smile, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Gentlemen, the old eunuch has instructed us to 'stretch our legs'," Eunuch Wei said in a high-pitched voice, clearly audible to all seven present. "You all know what that means, right?"
"Of course!" Ling Huanzi chuckled, casually pulling out a sword. "I've been holding back for so long, I can finally loosen up my muscles."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the vanguard of the Qingyun Sect had already charged to within fifty feet.
Leading the group was Yun Haizi, a cultivator in the early stages of the Core Formation realm. He soared through the air on his sword, shouting sternly, "Remnants of the Great Abyss, surrender now!"
Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure pounced on him.
It was the big black dog.
Yun Haizi was stunned!
dog?
How can there be dogs on the battlefield?
In that brief moment of hesitation, the black dog opened its blood-red maw and bit straight at his right wrist, the one holding the sword. Its speed was so great that it left an afterimage in the air!
"You beast!" Yun Haizi retreated hastily, his sword flashing as he slashed at the dog's head.
But the black dog neither dodged nor avoided the sword, letting it strike its head.
clang!
The sound of metal clashing rang out, and Yun Haizi's flying sword was actually shaken off! Looking at the dog's head again, not a single hair was lost!
"This dog..." Yun Haizi's pupils shrank suddenly. Before he could react, the black dog had already slapped his chest with a paw.
puff!
Yun Haizi was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into half of the city wall and spitting out blood. He struggled to his feet, looked down at his chest, and saw three deep claw marks that exposed bone; at least five of his ribs were broken!
"You son of a bitch, I am the Black King!" The big black dog bared its teeth!
"A demonic beast at the Core Formation stage?" a Qingyun Sect disciple exclaimed in surprise.
Almost at the same time, Eunuch Wei made his move.
He didn't fly on a sword, nor did he perform any hand seals. He just hunched over and staggered towards the crowd. His posture was just like that of an old farmer on his deathbed, but his speed was strangely fast.
Seeing that the old man was easy to bully, the three Foundation Establishment cultivators simultaneously unleashed their flying swords to slash at him.
Without even glancing at it, Eunuch Wei reached into his sleeve with his right hand and pulled out three copper coins.
"go."
The copper coin flew out of their hands, not directly, but traced three strange arcs in the air, bypassing the flying sword and heading straight for the three men's throats.
puff!puff!puff!
Three soft sounds rang out, and the three men simultaneously clutched their necks, blood gushing from between their fingers. Their eyes were filled with disbelief; they hadn't even seen how the copper coin had flown over until their deaths.
On the other side, Lao Huang had already rushed into the crowd.
He didn't use a flying sword, only that woodcutter's knife. His knife skills were completely haphazard, just chopping, hacking, slashing, and hacking—all the typical peasant techniques. Yet with each strike, a Qingyun Sect disciple would scream and fall to the ground.
Upon seeing this, a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the early stages shouted angrily, "Playing tricks!"
He then raised his hand and unleashed a bronze seal, smashing it towards Old Huang.
Instead of dodging, Old Huang charged forward. Just as the bronze seal was about to strike him, he ducked and slipped under the seal!
At the same time, the machete is swung upwards!
scoff!
The groin of the early Foundation Establishment cultivator was ripped open, and blood spurted out.
"You...you...despicable..." The cultivator clutched his groin, his face deathly pale, both shocked and furious.
Old Huang chuckled: "Sorry, I missed. I meant to chop his neck."
Even so, he didn't stop; with a flick of his machete, he actually chopped at the other man's neck.
The early Foundation Establishment cultivator retreated hastily, but Old Huang's blade, like a persistent leech, always appeared in his most vulnerable spot. In just three moves, the woodcutter's knife was already at his neck.
"Wait!" the cultivator cried out urgently, "I am an inner sect elder of the Qingyun Sect. If you kill me..."
puff!
The blade flashed, and a head fell to the ground.
Old Huang flicked the blood off his knife and muttered, "Too much nonsense."
At the same time, Qingfengzi, Qingyizi, and the other three had also made their move.
Both men were from the Qingyun Sect, and their cultivation techniques and spells originated from the same source. Facing their former fellow disciple now was the most painful experience for them!
"Uncle-Master Qingfengzi!" A Foundation Establishment disciple recognized Qingfengzi and exclaimed in surprise, "Weren't you dead? How come you're here...?"
Qingfengzi remained expressionless, and with a flick of his whisk, thousands of silver threads shot out like needles.
The disciple hurriedly summoned his protective magic weapon, but the silver threads bypassed the weapon and entered his body directly through gaps in his cuffs and collar!
"Ah, Uncle-Master, you..." The disciple screamed and fell to the ground, his body convulsing, black blood flowing from his seven orifices.