Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 547 I, the King, will personally take action.
The wilderness under the night sky was like a burning inferno, and the sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence like a dense drumbeat.

More than a hundred armored knights escorted a gilded carriage at breakneck speed, the torches illuminating the gravel red, as if the earth were bleeding.

Helian Chun's black dragon-patterned official robes fluttered in the wind. The Right Grand Commandant of the Black Dragon Dynasty stared intently at the mushroom cloud-shaped cloud of smoke in the sky, his turbid eyes bloodshot with vigilance.

Amidst the billowing dust, a faint, dragon-like roar could be heard, so powerful it made one's eardrums ache.

"Master Zhang!"

Helian Chun abruptly pulled on the reins, his warhorse rearing up high, its iron hooves scrambling sparks in the sand. He stared at the Daqian official beside him:
"Weren't you supposed to take us to meet the leaders of the various martial arts sects at this martial arts tournament?"

"How did you end up in a place like this?"

His voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing together, and the gilded tiger tally at his waist made a soft clinking sound with each movement.

Zhang Langzhong, the Chief of the Bureau of Guests of the Great Qian Dynasty, had his official hat slightly askew, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He forced a calm expression, smoothed his jade belt at his waist, and said with a forced smile:

"We martial artists of the Great Qian Dynasty always enjoy sparring."

He pointed to the smoke and dust, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
"That cloud of smoke is where the leaders of major sects are having a martial arts contest."

"Just by looking at the smoke and dust that blots out the sky, you can tell how high the martial arts level of the sect leader inside is and how powerful he is."

"Lord Helian, we've come to the right place this time."

Helian Chun snorted coldly, then pulled on the reins.

He slowed his horse and retreated to the side of the carriage. The silk curtain outside the carriage was lifted by the force of the air, revealing the corner of a black brocade robe inside.

"Your Highness, should we change our route?"

He lowered his voice and glanced around warily out of the corner of his eye.

The clear sound of jade pendants clinking echoed from inside the carriage, accompanied by a deep voice carrying an innate air of authority:
"No need."

"If someone wanted to harm me, why would they be so foolish as to make such a big fuss?"

Helian Chun looked in the direction of the sound and caught a glimpse of a cold golden light—it was a uniquely designed golden earring on the prince's left ear.

There is a lifelike wolf carved on the earring, and the wolf's posture of howling to the sky seems to show his wolf-like ambition and ruthlessness.

The silk curtains fell, covering everything inside the carriage once again.

Helian Chun nodded slightly.

If there really was some kind of conspiracy or trap, why would the other party make such a big fuss, as if they were afraid that our group wouldn't notice?
Especially in the distance, amidst the billowing dust, two sharp auras shot straight into the sky.

The one who possesses such a terrifying aura and causes such a commotion must probably be a second-rank martial artist.

If someone really wanted to harm others, why would they allow two second-rank martial artists to be exposed in the open?

It seems highly likely, as Zhang Langzhong, an official of the Great Qian Dynasty, said, that it is a contest between two leaders of the Great Qian Dynasty.

But who will it be?
Several names immediately came to mind from the short data.

Within the Great Qian territory, there are only a handful of second-rank martial artists, a very small number.

……

far away.

At this moment, in the vast battlefield, two terrifying auras intertwined like two giant dragons amidst the smoke and dust.

Master Beihuan was surrounded by a great golden light, and his kasaya moved without wind, revealing the crisscrossing old scars on his chest.

He slowly raised his palms, and dark golden Sanskrit characters appeared in his palms, each character pulsating like a living flame:

"Great Compassionate Hands!"

In an instant, the air within a radius of ten feet was compressed into a golden lotus, with destructive power flowing around the edges of the petals, making him look like an angry Vajra.

Without hesitation, Liang Jin raised his claws, and a new spear appeared in his palm.

He gripped his spear tightly, his aura surged, and his bones cracked like popping beans. His massive dragon tail slammed into the ground, causing it to crack.

"Come!!!"

He roared to the sky, his voice shaking the clouds, and the eerie light in his vertical pupils almost pierced the darkness.

In particular, the aura emanating from the spear in his hand almost pierced the sky, which was extremely terrifying.

Bei Huan dared not hesitate and prepared to face Liang Jin's spear.

But the next second, just as Bei Huan was fully focused and preparing to receive the attack, Liang Jin suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white fangs.

He suddenly turned around and threw the spear in his hand!

The spear streaked across the sky like a meteor, leaving a gruesome wound in the night sky as the trail of light trailed behind it.

"call!!!"

The spear carried immense power, and even produced a sharp whistling sound as it flew through the air.

Upon seeing this, Bei Huan's expression changed:
"not good!"

He hurriedly stretched out his large hand, trying to use his internal energy to stop it.

Currently, Bei Ku is entangled with two experts of the same level, making it extremely difficult for him to dodge the spear's sneak attack.

however.

Liang Jin had already raised his sharp claws and was grabbing at Bei Huan.

Bei Huan could only withdraw his internal energy to deal with Liang Jin's attack first.

After all, Liang Jin's attack power is no weaker than that of a second-rank martial artist, and is even much stronger than that of an ordinary second-rank martial artist!
"Junior brother! Watch out!!!"

The roar of joy and sorrow was hoarse, like a broken gong.

All he can do now is shout a reminder.

far away.

In the distance, the Master of Sorrow and Suffering was locked in a fierce battle with Mr. Ding and Mu Zhe Luo, and his single palm strikes were already showing signs of defeat.

When he turned around after hearing his senior brother's warning, he only saw a purple light tear through the smoke and dust.

Mr. Ding's longsword entangled his cassock, and Mu Zheluo's scimitar blocked his retreat. Master Beiku's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gathered all his inner strength to try to dodge to the side.

However, it was too late...

"Uh-huh!!!"

The spear that Liang Jin threw was like the scythe of death, and the tip of the spear pierced the dantian of the Bitter Master with precision.

The immense impact pinned him to a rock a hundred meters away, blood flowing down the gun barrel, winding a shocking red line across the ground.

The Master of Sorrow made a hoarse sound from his throat, his face showing pain.

He unleashed his last ray of Buddhist light with his single palm, attempting to shatter the spear, only to see Mr. Ding's longsword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, instantly sever his remaining right arm.

"Do not--"

The Master of Sorrow's screams abruptly ceased.

Muzheluo's scimitar fell with a shrill sound, the dull thud of the blade cutting through flesh mixed with the cracking of bones, echoing across the wilderness.

The head of the Master of Sorrow rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide open in terror and resentment. Blood spurted from the severed neck splattered on the ground, turning the area within three zhang into a scene of carnage.

"Junior brother!!!"

Seeing his junior brother's miserable state, Master Beihuan roared in grief and indignation, and the golden light around him suddenly turned blood red.

He slowly turned his head, all traces of his former Buddhist nature fading from his eyes, leaving only a thick, inky killing intent:
"Meng Xinghun, this humble monk will make you pay for your crimes in blood today!"

His angry roar caused the entire wilderness to tremble.

Those watching from afar felt an invisible pressure bearing down on them, and the horses all knelt down, neighing in fear.

A fierce glint flashed in Liang Jin's eyes:

"Right on my mind!"

The golden light surrounding Master Beihuan instantly turned blood red, and the crisscrossing scars on his chest began to bleed.

He thrust out with both palms, and the Sanskrit characters on his palms scattered in all directions. "Boom!!!"

The air within a radius of ten zhang twisted into a giant Buddha's palm, slamming down towards Liang Jin's head.

With a roar, Liang Jin unleashed a dragon tail that swept across the battlefield, carving deep trenches over ten feet deep. With a flick of its claws, the dragon emerged from the sea, aiming straight for the center of the Buddha's palm.

Two terrifying forces collided with a deafening roar, the earth howled, and dust billowed into the sky.

……

And the other side.

On the other side, Mu Zheluo's scimitar was still dripping warm blood, and the blood droplets on the blade shimmered with an eerie luster under the moonlight.

He stepped on the Master of Sorrow's neck, used the tip of his knife to lift the unseeing head, and grinned maliciously:

“Bald monk, now you’ve finally become a dead bald monk.”

"I said I'd chop off your head, and I never go back on my word!"

He threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with long-suppressed joy, but before the laughter subsided, it suddenly froze in his throat.

A dark shadow silently enveloped him.

Muzheluo slowly raised his head and saw more than a hundred armored knights surrounding a carriage like ghosts, their faces illuminated by torches.

Helian Chun, who was in the lead, had eyes as cold as knives, and the gilded tiger tally at his waist gleamed eerily in the firelight.

Muzhalo's gaze swept over the knights' raised banners, his pupils contracted sharply, and a low, beast-like growl escaped his throat:
"The Black Dragon Dynasty, the Demon Slayer King?!"

Helian Chun glanced at Mu Zheluo, then at the banners displayed by the Qingyi Tower crowd in the distance.

This allowed Helian Chun to immediately recognize the identity of the person before him:

"Green Robe Pavilion, Mu Zhe Luo!"

His gaze then shifted to Mr. Ding beside Muzheluo:
"And you, Mr. Ding, the strategist of Qingyi Tower!"

The Black Dragon Dynasty had been gathering intelligence on the Green Robe Tower.

Especially the group led by Tu Xie Wang, who were always thinking about taking revenge on Qingyi Lou, so they knew the main people in Qingyi Lou very well.

They clearly didn't expect to encounter the people from the Green Robe Pavilion here.

Mr. Ding's face instantly turned deathly pale. He grabbed Mu Zheluo's wrist, his voice trembling uncontrollably:
"Clan Chief Mu, let's go first!"

The two turned and ran, their steps frantic like those of startled birds.

Muzhelu casually hurled Master Beiku's head, which flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily in front of Helian Chun's horse.

They also guessed that the carriage in the middle of the group of knights was probably occupied by Tu Xie Wang, the mortal enemy of Qingyi Tower.

The Demon Slayer King is a second-rank martial artist, and is beyond the capabilities of the two of them.

The two figures quickly disappeared into the enveloping smoke and dust.

Helian Chun reined in his horse, looked down at the bloodied head on the ground, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Doctor Zhang leaned closer, his face ashen, and stammered:

"This...this...isn't this Master Beiku from Wanfo Temple?"

"He was a highly virtuous monk, how... how could he be decapitated?"

Helian Chun bent down to pick up the head, stroking the bald head of the Master of Sorrow. His eyes gazed at the distant sandstorm, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:
"In that case, the leader of the Green Robe Pavilion is probably also in that smoke and dust."

"I wonder if it's Meng Xinghun, Mo Dao Kuang, or that armored man who's coming this time?"

Before he finished speaking, a chilling aura swept over him.

Helian Chun felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively knelt on one knee:

"Your Majesty!"

The Demon Slayer King had appeared in front of the crowd at some point.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe, and the jade pendant with dragon patterns at his waist gleamed coldly, making him look like a demon god who had stepped out of the underworld.

Compared to the battle at Hidden Wind Valley six months ago, his appearance had undergone a striking change—

His once full forehead was now covered with wrinkles, his thick eyebrows had turned gray, and his deep eyes had become cloudy, as if time had drained all his vitality away.

It has only been half a year since the battle at Hidden Wind Valley. How could the Demon Slayer King have aged so much?
Or rather... he simply regained some of his original appearance!

When Ayina first saw the Demon Slayer King, she was greatly surprised.

According to intelligence reports, the Demon King is over ninety years old, but he appears to be only fifty in the Hidden Wind Valley.

And now, the appearance of the Demon Slayer King is finally getting closer and closer to his age.

But the chilling sense of oppression only increased, like a live volcano that could erupt at any moment.

The Demon Slayer King's gaze pierced through the thick smoke and dust, fixed on the direction of the battlefield, the muscles on his aged face twitching slightly:
"I can smell his scent!"

"That disgusting flea..."

Memories flooded back like a tide. In Hidden Wind Valley, that leaping and bounding figure joined forces with the armored man, leaving an indelible stain of shame upon him.

Fortunately, neither the armored man nor the flea was at the second rank, which allowed the Demon Slayer King to escape calmly even though he was seriously injured.

His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers.

"I will never forget the scent of that flea!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Helian Chun's eyes, and he said eagerly:

"If Your Highness is referring to Meng Xinghun, the master of Qingyi Tower, then the opportunity to destroy Qingyi Tower has arrived."

"The people of Qingyilou just murdered Master Beiku, and Wanfo Temple will probably not let Qingyilou off the hook in the future."

The Demon Slayer King slowly closed his eyes, his aura absorbing the surrounding air like a black hole.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them:
"No need to wait until later, the experts of Wanfo Temple are currently engaged in a fierce battle with Meng Xinghun."

"It should be the joys and sorrows of Wanfo Temple."

His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of the earth.

There are only a handful of second-rank martial artists in the world, and information about each of them is thoroughly researched by others.

Although Tu Xie Wang had never met Bei Huan, he had a general understanding of Bei Huan's martial arts skills.

Now, upon hearing the commotion within the smoke and dust, he knew it was the Great Compassion Hand, the signature move of Bei Huan.

Helian Chun was overjoyed:
"If that's the case, then that would be wonderful!"

"Wait until Beihuan and Meng Xinghun are both severely injured before Your Highness makes a move."

"At that time, we can not only kill Meng Xinghun, but also instantly kill Beihuan, causing the Great Qian to lose a second-rank martial artist!"

He certainly knows how to play the game.

The Demon Slayer King snorted coldly, his laughter full of mockery:
"How can it be that easy?"

What you think of, others have already thought of long ago.

"See, they sensed my presence and have stopped."

Helian Chun was taken aback. He listened carefully and, sure enough, the sounds of fighting from the direction of the battlefield stopped abruptly.

He panicked immediately:

"What...what should we do now?"

Helian Chun was at a loss for what to do.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of the Demon-Slaying King's lips as he slowly rose, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"It seems that I, the king, will have to take action myself!"

After saying that, his figure rose into the air and slowly drifted into the smoke and dust...

(End of this chapter)