Huangxiu

Chapter 1020 Establishing Prestige
The ten people pushed their speed to the limit and rushed into the dense forest in an instant, where they saw four middle-aged men and Chu Liezhao.

They saw the shimmering luster of the longsword in Chu Liezhao's hand, like a pool of autumn water flowing endlessly across its blade.

The sword tip was piercing the throat of a gaunt middle-aged man. The man's eyes widened, and a faint glow shone in his left palm, as hazy as the moon behind thin clouds.

He glared at Chu Liezhao with resentment and anger, and the faint light in his left palm began to flicker.

This radiance wanted to burst forth in a blaze of light, but it swelled and contracted repeatedly. Unwilling to retract, it would swell again, only to shrink once more. These repeated expansions and contractions made it grow increasingly dim.

"You..." The other three middle-aged men were surprised, but then they realized what was happening.

"Old Wen!"

"Brother Wen!"

A burly man threw a punch, which transformed into a flurry of fist shadows that rained down on Chu Liezhao without a sound.

"Woo...Woo..."

Two other middle-aged men drew their swords, and amidst a chilling, mournful howl, countless sword shadows fell upon Chu Liezhao.

The countless fist shadows froze in mid-air, transforming into a giant snowball, ten meters in diameter, which crashed into Chu Liezhao with the force of a massive avalanche, leaving him no way to avoid it.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”

The sobbing turned into a soft whistling sound, and the countless sword shadows scattered into numerous small swords.

Like an endless drizzle, it enveloped Chu Liezhao, leaving him with no way to escape.

Chu Liezhao drew his sword, spraying a spray of blood, which sent Wen Siming, who was clutching his throat, flying into a snowball of sword and fist shadows.

At the same time, it swept across his left palm, snatched away the hazy light, and flashed to appear behind the burly middle-aged man who had thrown the punch.

The sword tip pierced the back of his head.

This burly middle-aged man had muscles and bones as strong as copper and iron, yet the sword tip failed to penetrate the back of his head.

"Ding……"

The clear clang of metal clashing rang out, and the middle-aged man let out a roar, his body suddenly swelling up as if inflated.

"I'll kill you—!"

His body suddenly swelled to a size like a giant, and he lunged forward with a ferocious roar.

After his body grew larger, he didn't become clumsy; instead, he became faster and his punches became more powerful, with countless fist shadows crashing down on Chu Liezhao like meteors.

Chu Liezhao flashed and appeared behind the handsome middle-aged man wielding a sword, the tip of his sword already piercing the man's throat.

The handsome middle-aged man stared wide-eyed in disbelief, struggling to wield his sword. With a light, silent, and incredibly fast motion, he slashed at Chu Liezhao's throat.

Chu Liezhao pulled back his sword and threw the bleeding man at another middle-aged man wielding a sword.

At this moment, Li Miaotan had already arrived and attacked the middle-aged man wielding the sword, but her sword blocked the sky full of sword shadows.

Chu Liezhao then faced the giant-like middle-aged man, his figure flashing, and a swift sword, as clear as autumn water, pierced him from time to time, emitting a clear "ding-ding" sound.

Since the middle-aged man could block the swift sword, Chu Liezhao concluded that he had also used a magical treasure.

The robust middle-aged man resembled an angry Vajra, his fists flashing like mountains and waves.

The trees within a ten-zhang radius were reduced to dust, and the ground was dented a foot deep as if it had been hammered by a heavy sledgehammer.

As he unleashed a flurry of punches, he roared, "Old Meng, retreat—!"

The situation is beyond saving; the only option is to withdraw unscathed.

Who could have imagined that Wen Siming would be killed by Chu Liezhao before he could even unleash his Purple Night Spirit Sword?

His own magical artifact seemed to be countered by Chu Liezhao's.

That sword was strange; it was too fast, faster than normal, beyond imagination.

Chu Liezhao's cultivation level was also beyond imagination, reaching the seventh level.

With the addition of this spirit sword and the seventh level of power, he is already beyond our ability to fight back; retreat is the only option.

Moreover, he saw ten Venerables rushing towards him.

"withdraw--!"

Another middle-aged man shouted.

He unleashed a barrage of sword light, each strike accompanied by a mournful howl, like a sob, that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it.

"You go first!" the burly middle-aged man shouted. "Don't dawdle!"

"Okay, I'll go first. Old Lei, be careful!"

The middle-aged man with the sword agreed, and suddenly swung his sword to meet the ten Venerables who were rushing towards him.

The sky full of sword light suddenly fell silent.

Li Miaotan's sword tip chased after him and pierced his back.

But it was soon discovered that the stab had only struck an illusion.

Several figures appeared at once, each unleashing a sky full of sword light.

It's hard to tell which figure is real and which is fake.

"Good swordsmanship!"

"I come!"

The venerable ones all brandished their swords or punches to meet the attack, each one fighting against a different figure.

Li Miaotan stopped her sword, the tip of which was faintly pointing at the arena, her heart filled with anger.

Annoyed that his cultivation was not strong enough and his swordsmanship was not high enough, he was unable to intervene.

Even the lowest-ranking fifth-level venerable among those present was superior to her.

She is the weakest link.

Turning his head to look at Chu Liezhao, his figure was blurry and hazy, like mist and smoke entangled the burly, bear-like middle-aged man, constantly stabbing him.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

The clear chirping sound is like rain pattering on banana leaves.

She felt that this burly middle-aged man couldn't hold out for long; even with a magical artifact, he couldn't break the law that prolonged defense inevitably leads to loss.

"Your Highness, do you need our help?"

"Gentlemen, deal with him quickly and decisively, lest he perish along with others!"

He didn't speak to dismantle the two venerable ones' will to resist, knowing it would be useless.

In this situation, the lightest punishment is to abolish one's cultivation.

Their cultivation was destroyed, they were no longer Venerables, and their lifespans plummeted instantly, making it no different from killing them.

Even the most miraculous elixir could not immediately restore the Venerable One's cultivation level.

So they only had one choice: fight their way out and carve out a way to survive.

"Old Lei, I'm going first!"

The middle-aged man brandished his sword and shouted, his figure suddenly splitting again. Originally ten figures, now twenty, shot off into the distance at the same time.

"Good boy!"

"Hey, you can stay here!"

……

Song Qin and the other ten Venerables all unleashed their ruthless attacks. However, out of the twenty figures, they could only meet ten head-on, and could only watch as the other ten figures disappeared into the distance.

They soon realized that the figures before them were all illusions, and the real Venerable of the Myriad Sounds Sword Sect had already gone far away.

He was instantly enraged.

Ten of them are not as good as one; they've completely lost face!
"Chase!"

So everyone urged their movement techniques to give chase, their figures weaving through the dense forest.

However, the Venerable of the Wonderful Sound Sword Sect was incredibly fast, clearly using a secret technique to unleash his potential, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther away. If it weren't for his desperate efforts to activate his true essence and his surging aura, they wouldn't have been able to sense him and would have lost him by now.

In the blink of an eye, they had chased him out of the dense forest and saw that he had reached the treetops halfway up another mountain.

The two Venerable Ones of Fengtian Palace exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly.

The Xuan Chi Bracelet was useless at this moment, and I got it for nothing.

The illusion techniques of the Mystic Sound Sword Sect are unparalleled, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, and they can switch between the two in an instant, making them incredibly mysterious.

They are least afraid of being surrounded.

Being besieged was actually a great opportunity for them.

Chu Liezhao appeared in their sight, flashed by, and then disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared behind the Venerable of the Miaoyin Sword Sect, and the tip of his sword had already pierced him.

The sword strike was incredibly fast, leaving no time to dodge, and the middle-aged man instantly transformed into two figures.

"Uh……"

Just before the sword tip pierced his throat, it was suspended in mid-air by the sword, and his figure came to a stop.

He swung his sword backward, but Chu Liezhao easily dodged it.

The burly, middle-aged man strode out, crashed into the dense forest, and fled in another direction.

Through his extrasensory perception, he saw that his enormous body was light and swift, moving at incredible speeds.

Chu Liezhao didn't rush to chase him, but instead flicked his sword.

The Venerable of the Wonderful Sound Sword Sect flew out diagonally and landed on the top of a pine tree.

Fresh blood seeped down the tree branches, seeping into the withered leaves and soil at the roots.

The Venerable Ones who had been chasing after them stopped and stared in astonishment.

Seeing the Venerable One hanging from the treetop, blood gushing out, I felt a chill creep into my heart.

Chu Lie Zhao killed the Venerable One as easily and effortlessly as slaughtering a chicken.

Wielding a spirit sword, his swordsmanship and movements were incredibly fast, making it impossible to defend against him.

Unless one possesses a protective magical artifact, like Venerable Li Xuefeng did that day, there is no hope of escaping.

Li Miaotan floated over and landed beside Chu Liezhao, whispering, "That guy escaped!"

Chu Liezhao said, "Let's weaken him first before killing him."

Song Qin clasped his hands and smiled wryly: "Your Highness, we are not actually needed."

This trip was unnecessary.

He couldn't withstand a single attack from the four Venerables, including two at the seventh level. Only the Venerable who left Snow Peak that day managed to survive by using a secret technique and a spiritual weapon.

Chu Liezhao smiled and said, "With all of you seniors here, I felt at ease and was able to perform so well."

"Haha..." Song Qin chuckled.

He felt that even a child couldn't be fooled by such words.

Chu Liezhao said helplessly, "After all, he is a seventh-level Venerable. I didn't expect him to be so weak."

An old man shook his head: "Hey, it's not that a seventh-level Venerable is weak, it's that you, Prince Consort, are too strong! What a sword! What excellent swordsmanship!"

Chu Liezhao smiled and clasped his hands in greeting: "I would like to trouble you seniors to help take their bodies back. My wife and I will go after the one who left Xuefeng that day."

Song Qin readily agreed: "Okay, leave it to us!"

As a respected person, his body should not be left to rot in the wilderness; he should be given the most basic dignity.

They knew all four of these venerable ones and had dealt with them many times.

Even though they had always wanted to kill each other, seeing them killed so easily by Chu Liezhao still made them feel a little regretful.

Watching Chu Liezhao and Li Miaotan drift away, they withdrew their gaze and fell silent.

They've lost all interest in talking.

Li Miaotan let Chu Liezhao hold her slender waist and drift away, while she played with a short sword in her hand.

The small sword, only a foot long, was exquisite and delicate, with its bright blade covered in patterns and a faint purple light flashing across it.

The surrounding scenery flashed by in an instant; they skimmed along the treetops, moving as gracefully as clouds, at an astonishing speed.

She chuckled softly, "This is the Purple Cloud Spirit Sword? One of the treasured artifacts of the Purple Cloud Jade Pavilion?"

Chu Liezhao said, "That should be it."

“I really didn’t expect this…” Li Miaotan said, “It seems we really don’t need their help.”

Chu Liezhao smiled.

Li Miaotan's bright eyes flickered, and then she smiled and said, "You're really wicked!"

As they spent more time together, she came to understand Chu Liezhao better and immediately guessed his intentions.

After this battle, the attitudes of the four major sects, including Fengtian Palace, toward him will change drastically.

Especially Fengtian Palace, does it still dare to be as arrogant as it was back then?
Chu Liezhao laughed and said, "It's not entirely about establishing authority. With the Ten Venerables involved, Yuan Zhen should be able to give up completely and stop causing these troublesome problems."

Li Miaotan nodded gently.

Yuan Zhen should be able to see the will of the Phoenix Dynasty, which will never tolerate this.

If they dare to do this again, the Phoenix Dynasty will never let it go, and then Yuanzhen will not be able to bear it.

"Let's go, that guy's done for."

"What kind of magical artifact did he use?"

"I didn't know that. It's a very powerful magical artifact, quite troublesome."

Like a tortoise shell, it actually managed to withstand the swift light sword and has held on until now.

Venerable Tianli Xuefeng was incredibly fast, running a hundred miles in one go.

At this moment, his body was like a deflated balloon, and he was even thinner than usual.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

If it weren't for my constant use of my senses to observe his changes, it would have been easy to miss him.

He saw Chu Liezhao and Li Miaotan gracefully land ten feet in front of him, and his expression darkened slightly.

Chu Liezhao shook his head: "You can't escape."

The middle-aged man, Lei Gang, stood on the treetop, staring intently at Chu Liezhao.

The Swift Light Sword appeared in Chu Liezhao's hand.

Lei Gang said in a deep voice, "I'll trade a piece of information for my life."

(End of this chapter)