Huangxiu

Chapter 1248 Easily
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and clasped his hands in greeting: "Brother Huang, then I shall take my leave."

"I will go to see the Director now," Huang Zhengyang said solemnly. "I will do my best to see if it can be done."

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Huang Zhengyang escorted him to the gate of the Exorcism Division.

Just as Chu Zhiyuan was about to leave, he saw two middle-aged men in black cloaks flying towards him from afar, like two black cranes gracefully approaching.

"Huang Sizheng." The two stopped abruptly, clasped their hands in a salute, and their faces were pale.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

He could see that the two men were injured, and a faint smell of blood lingered around them.

Huang Zhengyang frowned: "Old Zheng, Old Sun, what's going on here...?"

The round-faced middle-aged man clasped his hands and said, "Si Zheng, an undying evil deity statue has appeared outside Bencheng City. After Lao Sun and I discovered it, we wanted to report it, but we were chased by an unknown expert and managed to escape."

"It's the Undying Evil Lord again!" Huang Zhengyang's face darkened. "Is the injury serious?"

The other square-faced middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It's alright, but that statue of the Undying Evil Lord must be destroyed in time, otherwise the people of Bencheng might..."

The round-faced middle-aged man said, "This Undying Evil Lord will never let those people go. Judge, we must hurry!"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother Huang, I'll go take a look."

Huang Zhengyang said without hesitation, "Brother Chu, thank you for your trouble! ...Old Zheng and Old Sun, you take Brother Chu over there. He can handle the Undying Evil Lord!"

He took a jade bottle from his pocket and tossed it to the two of them: "Take this."

The round-faced middle-aged man took the jade bottle, opened it, and poured out two crimson pills.

He gave one to the square-faced middle-aged man and swallowed the other himself.

Chu Zhiyuan could see the red pill melt as soon as it entered his mouth, turning into a billowing stream of hot air, which immediately accelerated the flow of blood and qi throughout his body.

The circulation of blood and qi accelerated, the original injuries healed rapidly, and the true essence surged forth.

The two men exchanged a glance, then looked at Chu Zhiyuan, clasped their hands in greeting, and said, "Mr. Chu Zhiyuan, are you?"

The astonishing achievements and formidable combat prowess of this Mr. Chu had long been known within the Exorcism Division.

If it were someone else, they would hesitate, but if it were Chu Zhiyuan, they would have no doubt.

"It is indeed I, Chu," Chu Zhiyuan nodded. "Since it's urgent, let's go now. What do you two gentlemen think?"

"Mr. Chu, please come with us!"

The two men clasped their hands in a fist salute to Huang Zhengyang, then turned and flew away into the distance like two black cranes.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands in a fist salute to Huang Zhengyang and then drifted away.

The golden sword at his waist leaped with joy once more.

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Chu Zhiyuan walked side by side with two other middle-aged men, his hands resting on their shoulders.

The three of them transformed into a streak of light and moved slowly away.

The scenery flashed by so fast that it left the two of them speechless.

"Mr. Chu, how wonderful it would be if we had this kind of lightness skill!" the round-faced middle-aged man exclaimed.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, you flatter me. I do have some talent in lightness skills... How many people are chasing me?"

“Eight!” the round-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice. “Luckily, our cultivation level wasn’t high enough, otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to escape.”

"Four are already dead," the square-faced middle-aged man sneered. "They were reckless; when they couldn't stop us, they resorted to suicide attacks!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "This means that their mind has been completely controlled... This is what the Undying Evil Lord fears."

The round-faced middle-aged man said, "This is only because they've controlled eight experts. If this continues, I'm afraid the entire population of Bencheng will be under their control. At that point..."

He shook his head with a somber expression.

The square-faced middle-aged man said, "After controlling the people of a city, ordering them to attack other towns—it's unimaginable how terrifying that would be!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Indeed terrifying!"

He felt that the Undying Evil Lord was not yet capable of controlling the people of a city.

This requires too much mental effort.

The most economical approach is to control a small number of experts, expending minimal mental energy to accomplish a sufficient amount of work.

But there's no need to say that.

Who knows just how many people the Undying Evil Lord can control?

What if it really takes a huge amount of mental energy to control the people of a city?

These immortal evil lords each practice their own methods and act in different ways, making them impossible to guard against.

"Here it is." Chu Zhiyuan pursed his lips.

Six middle-aged men in red robes appeared in the distance, their robes billowing like six red clouds slowly approaching.

They struck out from several meters away, creating six red palm prints.

The palm print was somewhat faint, superficial, and unreal.

They continued to strike, creating six more palm prints that overlapped with the previous six and merged into one.

The red handprint became more solid.

Then six more palm prints overlapped with it.

With each overlap, the palm prints solidified further; after several overlaps, all six palm prints were as clear as if carved from red jade.

Six throwing knives flew from Chu Zhiyuan's sleeve, tracing different curves in the air, bypassing the six palm prints, and accurately piercing the six middle-aged men in red robes. Faced with the throwing knives, the six middle-aged men in red robes changed their expressions drastically; some retreated, some moved to the side, some leaped up, and some sank down.

But their movements seemed to deliver themselves right into the hands of the throwing knives, which pierced their hearts with pinpoint accuracy and emerged from behind.

Then it trembled in the air, shaking off the bloodstains on the blade, and lightly slipped back into Chu Zhiyuan's sleeve.

Zheng and Sun were dumbfounded.

They watched all of this with their own eyes, and in a daze, the six throwing knives seemed to be living beings, possessing intelligence and extremely high intelligence.

Their six knives accurately predicted the movements of the six people, waiting for them to run into them a step ahead.

After piercing their hearts, it disdains their blood as dirty, shakes it clean, and then returns.

These six swords were like six martial arts masters, far surpassing the six middle-aged martial arts masters in red robes, and easily dealt with them.

They had heard that Chu Zhiyuan's Demon-Subduing Blade Technique was unparalleled and rarely seen in the world.

This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it.

"Let's go."

Chu Zhiyuan floated forward without stopping, completely ignoring the six middle-aged men in red robes.

"Mr. Chu, what excellent swordsmanship!"

"This must be the Demon-Subduing Blade."

"Yes, it's the Demon-Subduing Blade."

"Truly living up to its reputation! Absolutely miraculous!"

"You flatter me." Chu Zhiyuan smiled, his speed suddenly increasing: "That Undying Evil Lord already knows we're coming; he must be close, right?"

Otherwise, these six middle-aged men in red robes wouldn't have blocked the road so precisely.

"We'll arrive in about ten more miles," the round-faced middle-aged man said. "How will you handle this, sir?"

"Let's just charge straight in," Chu Zhiyuan said. "Destroy the statue first, then we can talk about the rest."

He suddenly stopped.

They were now standing atop a mountain, where they could see a glimmer of golden light in the distance.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Gentlemen, please stay here and observe, and keep watch for me."

“This…” The two hesitated.

They gazed intently into the distance and could see the golden statues gleaming in the sunlight.

A moment's gaze is enough to create a sense of disorientation; it is indeed the statue of the Immortal Evil Lord.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "If I am no match for them, you two should turn around and leave, and ask Huang Sizheng for help. If we all go there and we all fall, then we will be in big trouble!"

The round-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Mr. Chu, very well, we will watch the battle from here... please be careful!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.

His figure moved slowly away, quickly approaching the golden statue.

The square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Old Zheng, is Mr. Chu alright?"

"Just watch," said the round-faced middle-aged man. "Let's appreciate the style of this Mr. Chu!"

"So confident?"

"I think it's okay!"

As they were speaking, six middle-aged men in red robes emerged from the woods at the foot of the mountain and rushed toward Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan unleashed six throwing knives from his sleeve, easily dispatching them.

Then, the long sword at his waist transformed into a beam of light, appearing and disappearing in the air, and shot towards the statue.

The golden statue shone brightly, forming a golden shield.

The golden light shield could not hinder the clear light at all; it silently passed through the shield, struck the statue, and revealed the clear blade of the sword.

The crystal-clear sword blade glided lightly across the surging golden light.

"boom!"

The golden statue exploded into a cloud of dust, which swirled and enveloped the crystal-clear sword.

"This……"

The two looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

They couldn't believe that the statue of the Undying Evil Lord could be destroyed so easily.

They couldn't help but wonder if the statue was fake, or if they had taken the wrong path.

"This..." The square-faced middle-aged man stammered, "This..."

"What a remarkable Mr. Chu!" exclaimed the round-faced middle-aged man. "Incredible!"

"This can't be, can it?" the square-faced middle-aged man said. "Isn't this a statue of the true Immortal Evil Lord?"

"Let's go take a look." The round-faced middle-aged man leaped into the air.

The square-faced middle-aged man hurriedly followed.

The two quickly approached and found Chu Zhiyuan standing with his hands behind his back in the original spot of the statue, his expression solemn.

The statue that was originally in its place has been reduced to dust, and the dust has been blown away by the wind.

(End of this chapter)