Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 384 Those who stand in my way tonight are all enemies (4000)

But some people are faster than all the cultivators.

A fair hand extinguished the rays of light and rested against the arm of the middle-aged man.

bang~
The entire arm exploded, scattering blood and bone everywhere.

The strange stone fell and was caught by the blood-stained five fingers.

Bang!

Zhang Yuanzhu held the strange stone in one hand and drew the Emperor Sword with the other.

Take a step, raise your arm.

Draw your sword!

With the coldest and most resolute killing intent.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed at all the cultivators who tried to steal the items.

The sword light was dazzling, dreamlike and enchanting, captivating all living beings, and like a cold winter wind, it swept over the cultivators.

Heads flew through the air, and blood gushed out like a spring, staining the earth red.

"what!"

"It's a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."

"Fellow Daoist, you've gone mad."

A piercing howl, accompanied by angry curses, echoed throughout the garden.

The sword light flashed forward, chilling and fierce, its sharpness fully revealed, its killing intent blazing, stirring up surging waves of blood.

Anyone who dares to steal his things, regardless of their status or strength, is an enemy.

The enemy deserves to die!

“Brother Dao, the treasure is precious. The cultivators were momentarily blinded by greed. A little punishment will suffice.”

Jian An gripped the sword hilt tightly with his five fingers, his body trembling, and beads of sweat trickling down his cheeks.

The scene before me was horrific.

The group of cultivators lay dead, their limbs and flesh scattered everywhere, blood gushing out like a spring, splashing all over the place.

Jian An, who had come from the sect and fought demons and monsters, had never experienced a bloody scene compared to the one on the scene.

Just a moment ago, the cultivators were discussing the strange stone and laughing heartily.

The next moment, sword light flashed, magic erupted, and blood flowed like a river.

The boy tried to dissuade him, but dared not draw the long sword at his waist.

"Qingyangzhai, you've gone mad! You're killing indiscriminately and robbing the treasures of the Yang family's gambling stone workshop!"

Yang Lin roared and retreated rapidly, rushing towards the right side of the garden.

At this moment, the armored warriors of the gambling stone workshop reacted, exchanged glances, and charged forward with all their might, howling as they unleashed their magical power.

Crackling!

A burst of cyan-gold lightning flashed, streaking across the armored warriors.

The howling subsided, and charred remains fell to the ground.

A hand crackling with cyan lightning crossed space and pressed down on Yang Lin's chest.

bang~
The entire body exploded, turning into ashes in the thunder.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood amidst the wreckage, his hands down, leaning on his Emperor Sword, scanning the surviving cultivators.

"I'm very curious, what kind of treasure could they openly rob?"

At this moment, the cultivators finally came to their senses from the carnage. Their faces twitched, their eyes filled with horror, and they stared blankly at the blood-soaked ground.

"Things have gotten complicated. Too many people have died, and various forces will not let this go."

A monk muttered to himself.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly and asked again:
"What was cut out of the Fairy Stone? Could you please enlighten me?"

Bang bang bang~
Several figures emerged from a side gate of the garden.

A tall, slender woman with a heroic face, dressed in blue armor, walked slowly towards them, her hands clasped together.

"Its sound is like celestial music, its texture is like white jade, and it has holes, so it should be a jade with nine orifices that can communicate with the spirit."

"Legend has it that a fairy was pregnant, but the fetus died in the womb and turned into jade, which is a rare material for elixirs."

"Is this answer satisfactory, fellow Daoist?"

The woman in blue armor spoke softly, stopping ten steps away from the young man, her gaze sweeping over the blood and debris scattered on the ground.

"And how do you explain this scene of blood everywhere, burning strange stones, and corpses of cultivators lying on the ground?"

"How will Qingyangzhai give the Du family an explanation?"

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, sensing the powerful aura emanating from the woman in blue armor, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he looked at the pretty woman dressed as a maid who was following behind the woman in blue armor.

The woman wore a gray robe, had fair skin, a graceful figure, and her black hair flew in the wind. Her eyes shone with a captivating light.

The moment she saw Zhang Yuanzhu, her red lips tightened, and a ripple of emotion stirred deep within her eyes.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded in acknowledgment, and then spoke:
"No one can take what's mine. If you do, be prepared to die."

"Is this answer satisfactory?"

The group of cultivators remained silent, watching the man and woman confronting each other.

The woman in blue armor, her red lips curved, gazed at the refined young man beside her.

"Hey!"

"This is the leader of the righteous path. He slaughters all cultivators and kills the Du family members at the slightest disagreement. He is truly domineering."

"Michiko, you think so too, don't you?"

The young man was dressed in a blue robe, with a white jade pendant at his waist and a wooden crown on his head; his aura was in harmony with heaven and earth.

Gentle and refined.

He looked apologetic and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the woman in blue armor.

Then, he turned his gaze to Zhang Yuanzhu, his expression becoming serious.

“Junior brother, which academy do you come from? How can you be so ignorant of etiquette and talk to Fellow Daoist Du Xuan like this? You should apologize at once.”

"As for the deceased comrades, I will certainly report to the elders of the sect and ask them to punish them."

Upon hearing this, Du Xuan chuckled softly.

"Ha ha!"

"Apologize? Offer an apology?"

With one step, the heavens and earth trembled, and palaces for hundreds of miles shook.

Strands of blue light bloomed, painting the sky.

"Michiko, are you joking?"

"They still believe the Du family is weak and can be bullied at will."

His gaze was fixed on the crimson figure leaning on his sword.

"The Du family is at fault today, but you have gone too far. Cut off your own arm, and this matter will be over."

Zhang Yuanzhu seemed not to hear the woman in blue armor, and looked at the man in blue robes.

"Disciple of Qingyang Daoist Academy greets Daoist Master."

"I will handle my own affairs."

As the words fell, Zhang Yuanzhu raised the Emperor Sword, and strands of cyan-gold lightning spread from his palm downwards, attaching to the longsword.

Take a step forward, stride ahead.

Sword light and thunder intertwined, piercing through the azure sky, and the vast sword energy swept across the heavens and the earth.

"Cut off my arm?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, and the imperial sword in his hand slammed down.

The clanging of swords rang out, beginning as a faint bird song, but in an instant, thunder roared, the sea surged, and a dazzling divine light erupted, shaking the heavens and earth.
"Come, let me see how you do it."

It was clearly just a single sword soaring into the air, yet it seemed as if ten thousand sword lights burst forth simultaneously, their extreme sharpness tearing apart everything tangible and intangible in an instant.

Whether compassionate, chilling, or murderous... the rolling sword energies intertwined, seemingly transforming into a world of sword light that collapsed down.

Jian An, watching from afar, trembled as he gazed at the sword energy that spread for hundreds of miles around.

'This...this kind of sword, even a True Immortal of Condensing Fiend would have to close his eyes and await death.'

Such a thought inevitably surfaced in Jian An's mind.

As for the other cultivators watching the battle, they had already retreated when the atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense.

Du Xuan, facing the sword light, had long lost her initial composure, and her face now held a solemn expression.

"What excellent sword energy, what excellent swordsmanship, what a fine Qingyangzhai!"

The woman looked up to the sky and roared, unleashing the full power of her ninth-level Foundation Establishment stage.

The azure light transformed into a rich, dark green, filling the earth.

With a single step, five fingers spread open, shimmering with dark green light, and then slapped upwards.

A giant hand materialized, rising from the ground to the sky, bursting forth with radiance, instantly filling the world with its dark green glow.

As the dark green light passed by, the sword lights began to wither, collapse, and dissipate.

But in an instant, even more sword energy was generated and surged down.

In less than a breath, the sword light and the giant palm had collided hundreds of times. The entire gambling stone market trembled violently, and finally exploded, annihilating the great formation along with it.

This battle completely exposed the Holy City to the sight of its inhabitants.

After an unknown amount of time, the giant hand shattered, and sword energy cleaved down.

Boom~
Dust flew, sword energy crisscrossed, and ravines stretching for hundreds of miles were left within the holy city.

A beautiful figure stood in the ravine, her eyes filled with extreme solemnity.

"Qingyangzhai has indeed hidden a true hero. Compared to you, the so-called Daozi is not even worthy of carrying your shoes."

She was already injured with just one sword strike.

Keep in mind that the young man was only at the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment stage, two minor realms lower than her.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the ground, looking at the blue-armored woman who was still alive after being struck by a sword.

His eyes were as bright as the sun, burning with intense fighting spirit.

Among all the enemies encountered by the people of the world, finally a decent and outstanding person has emerged.

Stab it!

The Emperor's Sword was plunged into the earth, and the body tilted slightly.

Boom~
Tens of millions of tons of air and spiritual energy were squeezed out, emitting bursts of howling.

Qi and blood circulate throughout the limbs and bones, transforming into a pillar of light that bursts forth from the forehead, shattering the clouds and shaking the heavens and earth.

Layers of cyan-gold lightning erupted from his body, transforming into ancient-looking armor.

"Come on, keep going!"

A loud shout.

He took a step, he threw a punch.

His fist was like thunder, cleaving through space, like an eternal celestial light, slashing towards the enemy's head.

This punch, as majestic as the heavens and as vast as thunder, contained the deepest killing intent.

Du Xuan's expression was solemn, sensing the fear that came from her body and mind.

The Golden Elixir bloodline, superior to inferior, cannot retreat.

The will is like a knife, severing all thoughts of retreat.

Within the body, strands of dark green blood flowed, containing the principles and truths of Tao.

She faced forward, raised her arms, clenched her fingers, and formed a series of hand seals.

A phantom image of an ancient tree, stretching to the sky and connecting to the earth, appeared behind the woman.

Vast and ancient, bearing the marks of time.

"It is a phantom of Jianmu. The rumors are indeed true. The ancestors of the Du family possessed great fortune and saw Jianmu. They incorporated a trace of its Dao essence into their bloodline, which has been passed down to this day."

Not far away, several old men stood in the sky, gazing at the illusory figure behind the woman in blue armor.

"However, Lao Lü, your disciple is not bad either. He has mastered the Qingyang Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder to an unparalleled degree."

"What's even more terrifying is its will and spirit, which are so brilliant that I have never seen anything like it before."

An old man dressed in a blue feather robe sighed softly, his face filled with envy.

The cultivator known as Old Lu was an elderly man with a ruddy complexion and black hair and beard.

His black Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. Old Master Lü, with a complex expression, remained silent as he observed the battle.

Old Master Lü sighed inwardly, 'I only hope that the Du family descendant won't be beaten to death.'

He already had some guesses about the identity of the young man in the red robe.

After all, others may not know whether their sect has any hidden geniuses, but as the second elder of Qingyang Dao Academy, how could he not know?
There are no geniuses or prodigies among them, they are just heretics who stole the sect's thunder techniques.

the other side.

Du Xuan's face was pale as she cast the final magic seal.

The illusory figure behind him trembled slightly, and a wisp of green light fell onto his fingertips, transforming into green leaves.

This leaf is entirely emerald green and crystal clear, like the most perfect and flawless work of art.

Drifting with the wind, it reflects the mountains, rivers, grass, trees, and living things, like a world in itself.

One leaf, one world; kill!

With a flick of the fingertip, a green leaf flies out.

A burst of light, a green leaf—the two traversed space continuously…

near!

near!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!

Boom!

Amidst the deafening roar, green leaves fluttered and fist light shone brightly as the two collided wildly, each trying to obliterate the other.

A brief stalemate ensued.

Click~
Cracks appeared on the green leaves.

Finally, the green leaves were torn apart and engulfed by thunder and fist light.

The fist imprint, like a shooting star with a long, fiery tail, struck the woman's body.

Dang~
The vast landscape was shattered by the clang of metal.

A beautiful figure staggered backward, blood splattering on the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Not dead yet?"

"So how will you respond to the next attack?"

The young man's expression was icy. He exerted force with his feet, shattering space as he charged forward with extreme ruthlessness.

Du Xuan was in a terrible state at this moment.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his blue armor was tattered, and a dark shield in front of him was pierced by a fist mark.

It was this deadly weapon that blocked the remaining force of the punch, allowing him to survive.

However, at this moment, the woman's magical power was exhausted, her vital energy was depleted, and even her golden core bloodline had become dormant.

She gazed at the hand that spanned space, wreathed in azure-gold lightning, encompassing heaven and earth, dominating her vision, as if it were the only one in the world.

She has already lost and is about to die!

Without the brilliance of our predecessors, we would only live for half a year before falling from grace and making others famous.

However, as a descendant of the Du family and possessing the Golden Core bloodline, she would never close her eyes and await death.

"kill!"

The woman let out a long howl, her beautiful hair flying wildly, her hand reaching forward to grip the shield tightly as she met the attack.

Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he is respectable for overestimating his own abilities!

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a wild and domineering smile. The greatest respect one can show to an opponent is to give it their all...

Kill them!
"Senior brother, wait a minute."

With a soft shout, a gray shadow rushed over.

Qin Yuyao wanted to stop the fight, as both sides had been kind to her.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were indifferent, his palm facing forward without the slightest hesitation.

There are friends in this world who can stop his murderous intent, but it's not the woman in front of him.

He had done right by Qin Yuyao, so how could he hesitate in the slightest because of her?

The palm, wreathed in cyan-gold lightning, shattered the dark shield, turning Du Xuan's arm into a bloody mess.

The woman in blue armor stumbled backward, but was protected by the woman in gray robes who had rushed over.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in crimson, watching the streaks of light rushing towards him.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of stale air and looked at the woman:
"It's been a long time. Fellow Daoist Qin is different from before."

The young man chuckled, and with a wave of his hand, the Emperor Sword, which had been driven into the ground, floated into his palm.

His five fingers lightly gripped the sword hilt, his gaze passing over Qin Yuyao and landing on the woman in blue armor:

"I have witnessed the Du family's brilliance."

Bang!

The imperial sword was returned to its sheath.

He turned and walked out of the city without the slightest hesitation.

He respects the path each cultivator chooses and doesn't dwell on it too much, as long as they don't obstruct him.

Whether it's out of necessity or due to personal difficulties, whatever the reason, once someone chooses to stand in front of their opponent and protect them, they are no longer fellow disciples, but enemies.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were calm as he strode forward.

Fa Yan and Fa Ding glanced deeply at the woman in the gray robe, then stepped forward and followed closely behind.

"We can't let him leave. He cut out a Nine-Aperture Spirit Jade at the jade gambling shop."

A low growl came from the crowd.

In an instant, countless gazes were fixed upon it, filled with greed and fervor.

Golden Core materials are extremely precious; they are rare items that even Golden Core True Monarchs would covet.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in his tracks, his cold gaze sweeping over the gathering group of cultivators. He gripped the Measuring Ruler tightly with his five fingers and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"Those who stand in my way tonight are all my enemies."

(End of this chapter)