Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 422 So what? If you don't need it, you don't need it.

There was no sword light, no sword energy, nothing at all.

It's simply a matter of cutting off.

With twenty-two breaths remaining, Emperor Xiao Jing's illusory image hastily dodged to the side, warily watching the person who had suddenly appeared, showing no trace of kingly demeanor.

"Who are you?" the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing asked.

Sword Sect Master Chen Qianhu stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking up and down at the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing, then frowned slightly.

Faced with the questioning from the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing, Commander Chen was too lazy to respond. He treated it as nothing, and without any precautions, he bent down, grabbed Zhang Ze by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Can you move?" Chen Qianhu asked after Zhang Ze stood still.

"He's not dead yet. By the way, Sect Master, he bullied me..." Zhang Ze coughed lightly, covering his neck, and pointed at the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing.

For some reason, the cracks on Zhang Ze's body had disappeared completely.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Commander Chen praised him with satisfaction, patted the dust off Zhang Ze's shoulder, and then pulled Zhang Ze, who was about to hide behind him, back to his front.

He then pointed to the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing and said...

"Go, slap him twice more."

"I?"

Zhang Ze pointed at himself with a bewildered expression.

“That’s right, it’s you.” Commander Chen nodded.

"No, let's save face for him," Zhang Ze said, somewhat embarrassed.

Commander Chen said, "That's a beast, what does he care about saving face?"

Zhang Ze looked at Chen Qianhu with a pitiful expression.

Although he didn't know why his father-in-law was here or where he had been before, Zhang Ze was prepared to protect him after seeing him.

The fact that he was able to slap the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing just now was largely due to sheer luck.

The main reason is that Emperor Xiao Jing's illusory image, in order to prolong its existence, did not expend extra energy and chose to suppress it only with its realm.

In that life-or-death moment, as his innate Dao body began to shatter, Zhang Ze suddenly had an epiphany and entered a state of 'nothingness'.

In that instant, all things in the world were indistinguishable to him.

Heaven and earth were in a state of chaos, all things were illusory, only I am true to myself, and I will become king.

At that moment, he felt incredibly calm, as if he understood everything.

If you understand, you will have no fear; if you have no fear, your power will not exist.

Furthermore, the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing was stunned by surprise, which led to that slap.

Now let him try again, to be honest, he can't get it to work.

The main problem is that once I see my father-in-law, my anger dissipates, and it's difficult to get back into that state.

All Zhang Ze wanted to do now was lie down and wait for his father-in-law to finish cooking everything so he could head straight back to Qianji Pavilion, wash up, and then get a long sleep.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up, I'll protect you." Commander Chen kicked Zhang Ze in the butt and sent him flying toward the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing.

But Zhang Ze was as agile as a monkey. He took two steps forward, then twisted his body, reached back, and grabbed his father-in-law's leg, refusing to let go.

"No, I want to go home."

……

The ignored illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing watched the two people making a fool of themselves, his temples throbbing.

"Very well! How dare you disregard me! You shall die too!"

Emperor Xiao Jing's illusory image grew hands again, reached out and grasped, and spatial distance lost its meaning before him. He took a step forward and grabbed at Commander Chen.

And then... and then there was nothing more. Emperor Xiao Jing's illusory image was frozen in place, like a water bird that had fallen into a muddy swamp.

A sword formation unfolds beneath Commander Chen's feet?

Within the sword formation, I am the only one who reigns supreme.

He's the one who calls the shots here.

There are also differences among Mahayana practitioners.

"Now, go slap him." Commander Chen removed Zhang Ze, who had transformed into a leg accessory.

Seeing Emperor Xiao Jing frozen in place, Zhang Ze deeply realized what it meant to borrow power from others. He straightened up, rubbed his hands together, gathered his strength on the spot, and jumped up.

Then he kicked the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing.
This kick was aimed at the face.

The kick landed solidly, leaving a large black shoe print squarely on the face of Emperor Xiao Jing's illusory image.

It doesn't cause much harm, but it's extremely insulting.

However, just as Zhang Ze was about to continue to beat the dog when he was down, his father-in-law suddenly withdrew the sword formation.

Zhang Ze, "?"

The virtual image of Emperor Xiao Jing, "?"

Although he didn't know what was going on, the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing was overjoyed. He made another move, but this time he didn't attack Chen Qianhu. Instead, he went straight for Zhang Ze.

Although he didn't recognize Commander Chen because he had no relevant memories, he realized the gap between them after their first encounter.

Can't beat it.

Seeing him withdraw his sword formation, he realized that the man intended to use him as a whetstone for the boy to practice on.

Humiliation filled his empty heart.

At this point, he no longer cared about the mission.

All he wanted to do now was to twist the head off this wretched little brat in front of him. "Sharpening your knife, huh? Don't be sad if it breaks!" The illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing stared at Commander Chen with vicious eyes, his hand poised to crush Zhang Ze's head.

"There's no knife, it's a sword."

Commander Chen smiled and waved his hand, and the sword formation beneath his feet reappeared.

In another life-or-death moment, Zhang Ze felt a gentle breeze lift his arm, and an invisible sword appeared in his hand. With the rhythm of the breeze, he gently swung it and severed the arm of the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing.

"Do you remember the sword technique I taught you the first time you went to the main hall? Cut him down."

Chen Qianhu's voice rang out behind Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze stepped forward, his hand empty, and thrust out a sword.

That mysterious feeling returned. Under Chen Qianhu's deliberate manipulation, the sword formation was moved to Zhang Ze's feet, making up for Zhang Ze's lack of strength.

At the same time, whenever there is any oversight, a gentle breeze will blow to protect Zhang Ze from harm.

After Zhang Ze finished performing a set of the Seven Swords of Heavenly Journey, Emperor Xiao Jing's illusory image was kicked twice more.

Covering his face, the illusory body of Emperor Xiao Jing began to tremble. He held nothing back and chose to exhaust all his strength.

He disappeared, and then a singularity suddenly appeared where he was. In an instant, the singularity transformed into a black star field and crushed towards the sword formation.

The Eastern Qi royal family's lineage of the Heavenly Sect shares many similarities with it.

In an instant, the star field invaded the sword formation. Zhang Ze had no time to dodge and was swept away, falling into a lightless void.

Perhaps in an instant, perhaps forever, Zhang Ze opened his eyes and found himself floating in a dark, starless sky, where all the stars had vanished.

The concepts of time and space disappeared, as if he would float away forever.

The sword formation was gone, but the gentle breeze still protected Zhang Ze, giving him a sense of security.

Commander Chen's voice rang in Zhang Ze's ears, calm and gentle.

"The Seven Swords of Heaven, how many do you still remember?"

Zhang Ze did not answer immediately. He looked at his hands and hesitated for a long time before answering somewhat awkwardly.

"I... I've forgotten everything."

"That's normal." Commander Chen wasn't angry.

Zhang Ze wasn't cosplaying Zhang Wuji practicing Tai Chi sword; he genuinely forgot.

This dark star field that trapped him not only stripped him of the concepts of time and space, but also of the concept of a sword.

At this moment, Zhang Ze not only forgot about sword techniques, but he had even forgotten how to hold a sword.

Just as Zhang Ze was pondering how to wield the sword, the venomous voice of Emperor Xiao Jing suddenly rang out, echoing in the boundless starry sky.

"Since you want to use me as a test subject for your sword, then I'll let you have a good test."

"Ignore him, keep thinking." Commander Chen's voice rang out again, dispelling the last echo of the illusory image.

At this moment, Zhang Ze only had two choices: one was to have a sudden enlightenment on his own, regain the concept of the sword, and use the sect leader's power to break through this lightless star field.

The second option is to have the sect leader intervene directly and rescue him.

Although they look similar, they are fundamentally different.

Because if Zhang Ze were to choose to ask Commander Chen for help, his path in the way of the sword would be completely cut off, and he would be forever barred from the path of the sword.

As for breaking through on his own, Emperor Xiao Jing's illusory image had not considered this possibility; he did not believe Zhang Ze could do it.

This tactic has trapped and killed many geniuses; no one has ever escaped unscathed.

Of course, even if Zhang Ze really had incredible luck, a once-in-a-millennium stroke of genius, and actually had some kind of epiphany, he wouldn't really care.

After all, he was just a phantom that could only exist for a short time. He didn't even know the full picture of the main body's plan. Even if something went wrong, he wouldn't have to take any responsibility.

When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky; when someone dies, they leave a fart. If something goes wrong, let the original body suffer the consequences.

Whether it was the disgusting little brat, the black-clad Mahayana, or the disgusting true form, the illusory image was very happy; in its eyes, these were all enemies.

What a death!

These were the final ripples on the illusory image of Emperor Xiao Jing.

It must be said that Emperor Xiao Jing's method of using the illusion of a troublemaker was quite clever.

Unfortunately, he encountered Zhang Ze.

If it were a serious young swordsman, his resolve would likely have shattered upon realizing the situation. Even if he were rescued and forced to pursue another path, he would be devastated, his path filled with inner demons, and his entire cultivation ruined.

But as I said before, he encountered Zhang Ze.

My Dao heart is shattered; perhaps in my next life.

As the Sword Sect's most prized possession, Zhang Ze made his own choice after learning that he might never be able to use a sword again.

"So what? If you don't need it, you don't need it. What's the problem?" he replied straightforwardly.

All roads lead to the Great Vehicle; it doesn't matter which one you take.

Commander Chen, “…”

Floating in the darkness, Zhang Ze was unaware of the sect leader's strange behavior and continued talking to himself.

"You have no idea how many skills I have now: boxing, weapon crafting, handling explosives, chanting scriptures, drawing talismans, my whole body vibrates and glows, I can turn into stone, raise pigs, walk dogs, and drive tractors..."

"At worst, I'll just leave the Sword Sect after I get out and join Dragon Tiger Mountain. It doesn't matter what I cultivate, it's all the same in the end. Going to the Beast Taming Sect to practice boxing is actually..."

Before Zhang Ze could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the gentle spring breeze around him drop eight degrees.

Old Deng's voice rang coldly in his ears.

"Hurry up and figure out a way to get out yourself, or I'll beat you up later."

(End of this chapter)