Huangxiu

Chapter 1155 Destruction
Why did they borrow the power of the evil lord?
Is it to launch a night raid on the imperial city and scale the city walls?

Holding the Shadowless Divine Sword, he silently hid in the shadows, quietly watching them.

After thinking for a moment, he quietly retreated, disappearing to a distance of over a hundred meters.

A portal of light appeared, and Chu Liezhao emerged from it.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion flew up from his palm and landed on the mountain peak next to him.

Chu Zhiyuan floated back, the Shadowless Divine Sword returned to its sheath, and he arrived at the group of people.

At this moment, they only glanced at Chu Zhiyuan's approach before looking away.

It felt like seeing an acquaintance; there was no need to be wary or pay attention.

Chu Zhiyuan sat down next to a thin middle-aged man and said softly, "When shall we begin?"

The gaunt middle-aged man glared at him and said impatiently, "What's the rush!"

Chu Zhiyuan said embarrassedly, "Hehe...we're going to..."

The gaunt middle-aged man snorted, "Only when the moonlight is at its strongest can the Evil Lord descend. There's no need to rush."

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "After the Evil Lord descends, can he really break into the city? This damned city wall is very troublesome."

The gaunt middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at him sideways.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled sheepishly.

The gaunt middle-aged man snorted, "The Evil Lord is not us. He possesses incredible power. How can a small city wall possibly stop the Evil Lord! ...Boy, you have the strongest body. After the Evil Lord descends, you will be reborn. After the Evil Lord leaves, your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and you will quickly become a top expert!"

Chu Zhiyuan gave a wry smile: "I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand the power of the Evil Lord."

"No problem." The thin middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder, but a hint of sympathy flashed in his eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded vigorously: "I will definitely succeed... Once the Evil Lord arrives, the imperial city will be reduced to ruins. If the imperial city is destroyed, then the destruction of the entire dynasty will not be far off!"

“It’s not that easy,” the gaunt middle-aged man said. “Don’t be fooled by our overwhelming advantage outside the city. Once inside, there are plenty of top-tier experts.”

Chu Zhiyuan showed doubt and disbelief: "So many experts, how could we possibly defeat them like this?"

"Hehe...they were just afraid of losing their lives before. The more skilled the expert, the more they value their lives!"

The gaunt middle-aged man sneered, his face full of sarcasm.

"No wonder!" Chu Zhiyuan exclaimed in realization, then asked, "Will the other sects also send down the Evil Lord?"

"I don't know, our Evil Lord is even more decisive and more ruthless."

The gaunt middle-aged man looked arrogant and curled his lip in disdain: "The first soup is of course ours!"

Chu Zhiyuan also declared with an air of pride: "Our Giant Spirit Sect will surely become the number one sect!"

The gaunt middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder, extremely satisfied: "Xiao He, that's exactly right!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and stepped back, his gaze fixed intently on the statue. He slowly drew his sword, but stopped halfway through and put it back down.

He floated lightly to the statue and glanced at it.

It has a human head and body, and a handsome appearance. The only difference between it and a human is its legs.

It has three legs and is shaped like a tripod.

The three legs are hoof-shaped, with round and wide hooves, resembling the toes of an elephant.

Upon seeing this appearance, Chu Zhiyuan vaguely guessed that this evil lord was skilled in strength and must possess astonishing and boundless power.

From what the middle-aged man said, it was clear that this arrival was different from the previous ones.

When the evil lord of a heretical sect descends, he often descends upon a statue, using the statue to bestow power upon the demons, causing their strength to surge and making them even more formidable.

But this time the descent was different; it descended upon a human body through the image of an evil deity.

Needless to say, it's clear they're even more difficult to deal with.

He turned to look at one of the young men.

The young man sat upright and solemnly, his expression dignified, yet his whole body was relaxed.

The gaunt middle-aged man mistook himself for the young man and said those words.

That young man was the physical body that would be descended upon by the Evil Lord.

Under the super-sensory lens, his uniqueness is clearly visible.

He appeared no different from others on the outside, but his inner self was quite different.

Both its physical strength and mental strength far surpass those of other demons.

What impressed him most was an exceptionally pure feeling.

It seemed as if it was clean and clear inside and out, without a trace of dirt or filth.

Pure and pristine, clear and refreshing.

Just as described in the "Liuli Sword Manual," his body was like glass, pure and flawless.

This rare quality is clearly a necessary condition for its arrival.

Such qualities will undoubtedly make practicing the Glazed Blade Scripture twice as effective.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

With such talent, he was qualified to join one of the four major sects, including the Heavenly Sword Sect, but his talent was wasted and he ended up in the hands of this evil sect.

He floated closer, sensed its aura, and his expression immediately turned solemn.

That trace of regret vanished completely.

He sensed a trace of the statue's aura emanating from the young man—the aura of the Evil Lord. From this, he could deduce that the young man's transformation stemmed from the Evil Lord's power.

It was through some kind of method that the Evil Lord cleansed the young man's body into this state, akin to the method of forging a sword.

In this way, even though the young man had never killed anyone or used the method of devouring essence blood, his spirit had already been affected, making him no different from the evil lord's clone.

This is why it cannot be kept.

He shook his head, floated up behind the young man, and placed his palm on his back.

The young man suddenly realized something.

At this critical moment, his unparalleled talent shone brightly, making him sense something was amiss.

In that instant, he blossomed, his spiritual power fully activated, and he broke free from the illusion of the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, seeing reality.

But the next moment, Chu Zhiyuan's power had already flowed into his back.

It belongs to the statue of the evil lord, and it can also control the power of his body to enter at once.

He was stunned.

The newly formed protective energy dissipated instantly, and was then immediately infused with the power of the Demon-Subduing Divine Tree.

The next moment, golden light suddenly burst forth from his body.

Golden light emanated from his nostrils, eyes, ears, mouth, and hair.

His eyes widened, and the golden light in them grew brighter and brighter until they resembled two small suns, impossible to look directly at.

"Boom."

A crisp sound rang out from inside his body.

His eyes went out instantly, and the golden light quickly receded.

He sat quietly in the same spot, motionless, already gone.

But a moment later, he suddenly moved and opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm and composed as he looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan felt like he was looking in a mirror.

The young man floated away.

Chu Zhiyuan drew the Shadowless Divine Sword and lightly swept past the demons.

……

As dawn broke, Ding Huanchun and his men opened the city gates, preparing to welcome those entering the city.

This time, the number of city guards increased to one hundred.

One hundred city guards, arranged in formation, created an astonishing imposing presence.

Under the watchful eyes of the hundred city guards, the people entering the city were so nervous that their hands and feet were stiff, their faces were numb, and they dared not stay any longer, wishing they could run away as soon as possible.

The city guards formed three groups: one group checked people traveling alone, another group checked people with carriages or horses, and the third group stood with their hands on their swords, ready to draw their blades at any time.

The intense sense of oppression made the people feel both tense and reassured.

Ding Huanchun turned his head and looked around, his gaze following the wide official road all the way to the end, where he saw Chu Zhiyuan hidden deep in the woods on both sides.

A city guard nearby whispered, "Sir, has something happened to Mr. Chu?"

"Shut your stinking mouth!" Ding Huanchun glared at him.

Another city guard chuckled: "Nonsense. Mr. Chu is no ordinary expert; he is a renowned figure in the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"Old Huang, do you know?"

“My second uncle has connections with the gatekeeper of the Heavenly Sword Courtyard. Mr. Chu may not be well-known in our capital, but he is already a renowned figure in the four major sects, and his rise is unstoppable.”

"It's not that no other martial arts sects sent experts, but their results were far inferior to Mr. Chu's."

"In the end, martial artists still have to rely on their real skills to speak for themselves; the difference in strength is immediately apparent."

"Mr. Chu will be fine; those evil spirits can't harm him!"

As they were discussing this, Ding Huanchun was overjoyed to see Chu Zhiyuan drifting towards them from afar.

Chu Zhiyuan landed in front of him and said with a smile, "Brother Ding, today's setup is quite impressive."

Ding Huanchun smiled and said, "I reported to the general last night, and the general has agreed to send a large number of experts."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Wise... Brother Ding, come with me."

Ding Huanchun followed without hesitation.

He was followed by four skilled city guards.

They soon arrived at the grove and saw the statue of the evil lord, as well as corpses scattered all over the ground.

Chu Zhiyuan pursed his lips and recounted what he had seen, thus concealing the matter from the young man.

Ding Huanchun's face was ashen.

As a city guard responsible for fighting evil spirits, he naturally knew the power of the evil lord statue.

How dare the evil lord statue enter the vicinity of the imperial city? What is it trying to do?
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother Ding, the demons may really be planning to launch a large-scale invasion of the capital. We need to make preparations in the army and the court."

Ding Huanchun solemnly replied, "I will go and report to the general immediately!"

Before leaving, he instructed four city guards to protect the scene, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chu Zhiyuan and hurried away.

(End of this chapter)