Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 684 Here comes the supporter

Xiao Ran's gaze turned to the shadow behind the old man in white robes, and her eyes gradually sharpened.

"So it was you, you unlucky fellow! With only half of your primordial spirit left, it must have been tough for you."

"presumptuous!!"

In response to Xiao Ran's teasing, the white-robed old man raised his head and angrily rebuked, "Offending the spirits!! You deserve to die!"

"Spirit God?"

Xiao Ran scoffed and spat, "It's just an evil spirit that was cleaved in two by Shuang Fei's sword back then, and you've actually made it a sacred object for you."

Upon hearing Xiao Ran's words, the expressions on the faces of the people sitting in the tent changed drastically.

The King of Wu, in particular, had a terrifyingly sinister expression.

Xiao Ran's words were not just empty talk. Back then, when Shuangfei appeared in Wancheng, she caused a change in the celestial phenomena with a single sword strike. This story has been widely circulated in the martial arts world.

Although no one can prove where the sword struck, the fact that Shuangfei made the move is known throughout the world.

Hearing Xiao Ran's words, Prince Jin and the others naturally began to ponder the matter.

"Nonsense!!" the white-robed old man roared, and the black shadow behind him suddenly expanded, transforming into a ferocious ghostly figure three zhang tall.

The ghostly figure had six arms, each palm revealing a blood-red eye. Crimson light shot out from outside the tent, illuminating Xiao Ran's surroundings in a crimson hue, like a blood-red hell.

Xiao Ran flicked his wrist, and a billowing gust of cold wind suddenly erupted from the guillotine. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "The Frost Consort could kill you once back then, today I will kill you a second time for her!"

Before the words were even finished, the ghostly figure unleashed its six arms, six crimson beams shooting from its blood-red eyes. Xiao Ran moved like lightning, his blade transforming into a whirlwind of shadows that collided with the blood-red light in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

"As expected, something bad still happened!!"

As Xiao Ran made her move, Wu Man and the others in the distance naturally noticed the commotion.

"Go ahead, you guys retreat first!"

Wu Man was about to rush forward to help, but at that moment, Jin Chanzi seemed to sense something and quickly stopped Wu Man: "Wait a minute!"

"What??"

Jin Chanzi turned to look in the west, his gaze gradually becoming solemn; "They've arrived."

"???"

Everyone looked at Jin Chanzi in confusion, but he waved his hand without explaining; "Let's just watch, it's not a good habit to steal the spotlight."

Wu Man and the others didn't understand what Jin Chanzi meant, but seeing his expectant look, they simply patiently waited by his side.

"Hoohoo!!"

Six arms waved wildly, weaving a blood-red net of light around his body.

But as Xiao Ran raised his broadsword, endless yin winds swung around him, transforming into countless giant hands that tore the blood net apart.

"Profound understanding!"

Among the onlookers were many experts, not to mention Gu Xintang and others, who could tell at a glance that Xiao Ran's swordsmanship had reached a profound level.

The swordsmanship is a skill with endless variations; even the leader of the Spirit God Sect alone is probably no match for him.

"His swordsmanship has improved so rapidly!"

A strange expression appeared on Gu Xintang's face.

I thought he had been focusing on studying his techniques all these years, but it turns out he hadn't given up his swordsmanship either.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, he was already evenly matched with the other, not to mention the endless array of magical techniques the other possessed.

Even Gu Xintang felt the pressure.

Despite the series of attacks, Xiao Ran remained rooted to the spot, not budging an inch. He then sneered, "What, none of you believe me? The reason I dare to say this is because his other half of his primordial spirit is right here with me!"

Xiao Ran patted the Yin Soldier Gourd at his waist.

As a wisp of black wind blew by, Six Eyes rolled out of the Yin Soldier Gourd.

Without Xiao Ran needing to explain, Liu Mu's gaze swept over the area, and he immediately exclaimed in shock, "My other half of my primordial spirit!!"

"call!!"

The ghostly figure shuddered, its movements stiffening.

Six Eyes shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Get back here!"

Back then, Frost Consort's sword strike split Six Eyes' primordial spirit in two.

Half of it crawled into the tiger's corpse, trying to possess it and return to life, while the other half escaped without a trace.

This matter had been a thorn in Liu Mu's side for a long time. He had been suppressed by the old demon Qinghai recently because of his incomplete primordial spirit. Now that he saw the other half of his primordial spirit right in front of him, he naturally could not contain his excitement.

To Liu Mu's surprise, after the ghostly figure in front of him swayed slightly, it showed a very resistant attitude towards him.

At the same time, the old man in the white robe realized that the situation was not good.

If someone were to take away their deity in full view of everyone, their Spirit God Cult would likely become a laughingstock.

At this thought, the old man suddenly tore open his white robe, revealing a chest covered with strange runes. With a roar, the runes began to writhe as if they were alive.

"Offer sacrifices to the spirit god!"

The old man plunged his ten fingers into his chest, and blood gushed from his chest, splashing onto the ground.

"I offer my flesh and blood to nourish your true spirit..."

Upon seeing this, several elders of the Spirit Cult immediately knelt on the ground, silently chanting incantations. As blood-red light rose, the ghostly figure suspended in mid-air gradually solidified.

It revealed a face that resembled both a human and a snake, with six outstretched arms emitting an eerie red light. Its aura surged continuously, causing everyone present to feel a strong sense of oppression.

The princes sitting in the tents also realized something was wrong and quickly got up and left the tents.

"What's going on? You can't even summon your own primordial spirit back?"

Seeing this, Xiao Ran looked at Liu Mu with displeasure.

Liu Mu was also very embarrassed, not expecting the situation to turn out this way. Logically speaking, as one of the main parts of the primordial spirit, the other half of the primordial spirit should obey his commands.

Seeing Liu Mu's embarrassed expression, Xiao Ran said no more and put away the [Decapitation Blade]: "Stand aside, let me do it!"

After Xiao Ran finished speaking, endless corpse energy surged around him. With a wave of his hand, he threw the [Mount Tai Stone] forward, and countless corpse energy rushed towards the [Mount Tai Stone].

In an instant, Xiao Ran was suddenly enveloped in a black mist.

"The method of suppressing evil!"

Among the crowd who had already retreated from the camp to a distant place were many skilled martial arts masters from the martial arts world.

Seeing this scene, I was also greatly surprised.

"How is that possible? There's nothing here, how could he have activated the pressure?"

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

The speaker was himself a master of divination techniques, but Xiao Ran's method clearly overturned his understanding of divination. "Activate!"

As Xiao Ran raised his palm, a black wind suddenly swept up around him.

He certainly couldn't do what Madam Dongzhu did—raise a hand to unleash evil and turn it into pressure—but his ability to use corpse evil in conjunction with suppressing objects to unleash pressure was already unparalleled.

"Roar!!"

Realizing something was wrong, the ghostly figure let out a sharp howl, attempting to break free from the control of the Spirit Cult and flee the area.

"It's too late to leave now!"

Xiao Ran gently flicked his palm, and the ghostly shadow suddenly sank, with the shadow of Mount Tai stone appearing behind it and slamming heavily onto its back, rendering it unable to move.

At the same time, the members of the Spirit God Cult suddenly felt a weight behind them, and a burning itching sensation came from their backs.

The itching intensified, and soon a large fleshy growth rapidly developed on everyone's backs.
The tumor looked like a small, uneven hill, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Somebody come!"

The King of Wu, watching this scene from afar, turned ashen-faced and felt a sense of foreboding.

King Wu originally intended to give Xiao Ran a hard time and take the opportunity to reclaim his Ghost Commander Banner.

Unexpectedly, he kicked a steel plate.

If Xiao Ran were to eliminate these elders of the Spirit God Sect now, he would be in a passive position.

He immediately summoned his attendants and pointed in Xiao Ran's direction: "What are you all standing there for? Kill him!!"

The attendant was taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly took out a small red flag from his pocket and waved it vigorously a few times in the direction of the north.

Before long, everyone felt a dull tremor under their feet.

From afar, a dark mass of armored soldiers could be seen emerging from the hillside to the north.

"King Wu, this is no fun."

The King of Jin, the King of Chu, the King of Fu, the King of Qi, the King of Ying, and several others glanced sideways at the King of Wu.

Upon seeing that he had actually resorted to violence, they all showed displeasure on their faces.

In fact, all the families had brought heavy troops and were lying in ambush not far away. They were all in sync and only brought a dozen or so elite soldiers with them.

Now that the King of Wu is about to mobilize a large army, who can guarantee that this army won't turn around and attack them instead?

Facing the gazes of the King of Jin and his entourage, the King of Wu showed no intention of restraining himself, instead staring coldly at the King of Jin and his group.

"What, are you scared?"

The King of Wu placed his hand on the long sword at his waist: "If you're afraid, then get out of here now. If you're not convinced, then call out your own armies and we'll have a battle first. Whoever wins will be allowed to enter the Ghost Capital!"

The King of Wu's eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to give up entirely.

The Prince of Jin and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, all cursing the madman in their hearts.

It wasn't that they were afraid, but rather that the King of Wu had a good grasp of their mentality. Although they had all come with heavy troops, none of them wanted to easily start a conflict.

After all, the Imperial Seal of the State is still nowhere to be seen. If a conflict breaks out at this time, regardless of whether we win or lose, it means that we have no leverage to compete for the Imperial Seal of the State.

"King Wu, there's still no news about the Imperial Seal of the State, so don't get so excited," King Chu said with a smile. He then turned to the people behind him and said, "Old Master Zhang, I'd like to trouble you all to take action and teach this young man a lesson."

As soon as the King of Chu said this, the other rebel kings immediately understood his meaning.

They all turned to the experts who had followed them and asked them to join forces to help the Spirit God Sect.

It would be best to take this opportunity to eliminate a master like Xiao Ran.

This not only prevented the King of Wu from resorting to desperate measures, but more importantly, it also allowed them to eliminate an unstable factor.

"Third brother, this guy from Group C, number thirty-six, is he an old friend of yours? Then I'll trouble you, third brother."

Gu Xiangyun, the second son of Prince Fu, unfolded the jade fan in his hand and spoke to Gu Xintang beside him.

Gu Xintang's face immediately darkened. Seeing that Prince Fu was also looking at him, he could only say, "Prince Fu, Brother Xiao and I have an agreement that we will not fight each other before entering the capital."

"That sounds nice, but he'll still be our opponent in the future. Let's take advantage of this opportunity and kill him together. Even if he has great skills, with so many experts here, are we afraid he'll cause trouble?"

Prince Fu nodded in agreement: "Third Young Master, I heard that this person was defeated by you during the last sword competition. Today, let us broaden our horizons and see the skills of the Third Young Master, who is ranked third on the top list!"

Gu Xintang frowned, gripping his longsword in silence.

This scene made Prince Fu lose face.

Gu Xiangyun walked over, patted his third brother on the shoulder and said, "Third brother, this matter is not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it is him for not having a powerful backer. The Imperial Seal of the State is a treasure that determines the fate of the world, and it is not up to a wandering swordsman like him to interfere!"

Gu Xintang's face was grim, and he remained silent.

Prince Fu completely lost his patience. With so many people watching, if he couldn't even command Gu Xintang, how could he claim that Qiankun Alliance was his subordinate?

Just as Prince Fu was about to lose his temper.

Suddenly, everyone felt a slight movement coming from the ground.

"Report!!"

A scout rushed over and knelt before the rebel kings, then said to the King of Chu, "Your Majesty, people are coming from the north... from the north. There are at least 30,000 of them, all heavy cavalry."

"Thirty thousand heavy cavalry??"

When the King of Chu and his entourage heard this news, they could hardly believe their ears. Thirty thousand heavy cavalry? That was such a rare term.

They emptied their coffers and still couldn't muster five thousand heavy cavalry. Where did these thirty thousand heavy cavalry come from?

The King of Wu's expression became even more interesting. He dared to go all out because his own armored army was well-equipped and protected by iron armor, which was already quite remarkable.

But compared to the term "heavy cavalry," the so-called armored soldiers are simply a joke.

"Who is this person?!" the King of Chu pressed.

The scout looked up and said, "It seems... they came from the direction of Ruzhou!"

"Ruzhou!!"

The King of Wu and the others exchanged glances, knowing that Ruzhou was a peaceful place, but none of the rebel kings dared to make a move against it, because no one knew just how powerful Ruzhou really was.

All they knew was that even the Locust Plague Army at its peak suffered a major setback in Ruzhou, and over the years they had been sending people to infiltrate Ruzhou to gather intelligence.

But the experts sent out were like drops of water falling into a river—they never returned, not even a sound was sent back.

The sudden appearance of 30,000 heavy cavalry instantly instilled an uncontrollable sense of fear in the hearts of the King of Wu and his entourage.

As everyone looked north, the tremors on the ground grew stronger. On the distant horizon, a cavalry unit clad in armor appeared in their sight, marching in perfect unison.

The horizon suddenly shattered, and the armored torrent crushed the sunlight. The roar of ten thousand horses' hooves pierced everyone's eardrums, and their internal organs churned with the shaking of the ground.

The sound of breathing emanating from beneath the black visor mask drowned out the howling wind. The cold-forged scale armor covering each warhorse reflected a bluish-gray light, as if it had melted the entire frozen soil of the north into flowing metal.

The massive black banner at the very front crashed down, revealing a ferocious taotie pattern devouring the sun, and on it was prominently displayed a large character: "高" (Gao).

(End of this chapter)