Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 220 I will count to three. Those who do not make a move shall die!
Ten days later, the world was shaken.

Originally the Northern Liang King's Palace located on Qingliang Mountain, it was suddenly struck by two loud noises a few days ago, causing a large portion of the palace to collapse and resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

Rumors have circulated that Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Liang, is suspected of being seriously injured and is nearing death. There are also reports that the Northern Liang heir, known as Xu the Incompetent, was tortured to death.

The world was immediately thrown into turmoil, and all factions could hardly believe it was true.

This is because the Northern Liang King's Palace, along with Wudi City and the Wu Family Sword Tomb, are known as the three forbidden areas.

Among them, Wudi City is home to an old monster who has suppressed the world for sixty years, and Wu Family Sword Tomb is home to a large number of withered swordsmen who are only allowed to use swords or even touch swords in their entire lives. It is also a place where sword immortals emerge in large numbers.

The Northern Liang royal palace is not only filled with countless fierce soldiers, but also with numerous reclusive masters hidden in the shadows.

Years ago, Xu Xiao was ordered by Emperor Li Yang to roam the martial arts world and took the opportunity to move half of the martial arts manuals in the world into his own palace. For this purpose, he specially built a Tingchao Pavilion.

After that, countless martial arts practitioners came to steal the secret manual, but they were all like moths to a flame. A large number of martial arts fanatics were also willing to enter Tingchao Pavilion and serve the King of Beiliang to protect the house.

In addition, since Xu Xiao joined the army, he has risen from a lowly soldier to a powerful king of a different surname, during which time he has also kept countless retainers, persuaders, knights-errant, and assassins.

During his conquest of the martial world, he also honed a strategy specifically for killing martial arts masters among the Northern Liang cavalry and military experts.

In today's world, even if Wang Xianzhi himself came, how many Northern Liang cavalry could he kill?

Therefore, when all the forces heard about the Northern Liang King's Mansion, they could not believe it was true. How could the Northern Liang King, who commanded 300,000 iron cavalry, have his stronghold destroyed for no reason, and now he was left with his fate unknown?

Then another bounty was issued, which caused a sensation throughout the world.

However, the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion possessed the head of a sixteen-year-old boy named Zhuang Buran. He could read all the martial arts manuals on the sixth floor of the Listening Tide Pavilion, and he could also obtain gold, silver, jewels, power, and status.

From powerful forces across the land to martial artists, everyone was inquiring about who this person was who could cause such a commotion at the Northern Liang Royal Palace. Could he be the culprit behind the collapse of the Northern Liang Royal Palace?

However, the investigation eventually revealed that he was the son of a poor farming family in a small county town in the southeast of Liyang, where his parents had died at a young age.

This immediately baffled everyone: a poor boy who made a living by farming, and a king of a different surname who ruled over three northwestern states and commanded an army of 300,000.

Between the two, one was as humble as an ant, and the other as illustrious as a dragon. It was truly unimaginable to most people how a lowly poor boy could be the murderer who destroyed the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion.

Even so, it could not stop wave after wave of wandering swordsmen from coming to a small county town called Ping'an County.

This day.

A young man in a gray linen shirt emerged from the alley and walked slowly toward the edge of the county town.

Before anyone knew it, more and more people gathered not far from the boy, each carrying a sword or knife, wielding various weapons.

As the young man in gray linen clothes walked out of the county town and arrived at a relatively spacious open space, a large group of wandering swordsmen of unknown origin blocked his way.

A swordsman in the crowd suddenly cursed:

"Damn it, I've been observing this kid for three to five days, and he's clearly just a poor kid with no internal energy whatsoever. How did he manage to provoke the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion?"

A swordsman with a cold expression said:
"It doesn't matter what the reason is, he won't be better at martial arts and be able to take his head more easily and go to the Northern Liang King's Mansion to collect the reward."

The boy in the gray linen shirt sighed with a hint of helplessness:

"Judging from your posture, you're all here to cause trouble. I'm just a poor boy who toils in the mud. How could I possibly provoke a bunch of high-and-mighty martial arts masters like you?"

“An ordinary poor kid wouldn’t have your guts, knowing disaster is imminent yet remaining so calm,” a middle-aged man said meaningfully.
"No matter what other tricks you've up your sleeve, and regardless of whether you're from a peasant family or not, you've become a treasure trove that can be exchanged for divine martial arts manuals, wealth, and power." He paused slightly, then called out loudly to the surroundings:

"Gentlemen, how about we kill this brat first, and then talk about everything else?"

These words immediately garnered the agreement of everyone present, who found the gray-clad boy increasingly eerie.

In recent days, many people have noticed that there are indeed people secretly carrying out assassinations, but they always stop abruptly, suddenly suffering from meridian disorders and reversed internal energy, ending up with a miserable death with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

Some even planned to poison him, hoping to kill this guy who only knew how to sleep all day in his sleep, but they found that he seemed to be immune to all poisons, and no matter what kind of poison they used, it was all in vain.

"Hehe, this scene is so familiar. I never thought that one day I would become a human treasure again."

Zhuang Buran chuckled softly:
"The highest cultivation level you have is only at the Vajra Realm, and most of you are at the Lesser Grandmaster Realm. Wouldn't it be better to just live out your mediocre and incompetent lives peacefully?"

"Why would you be so foolish as to provoke me? Don't you know that the bounty on the head of the Northern Liang royal family already says something?"

At that moment, a strong wind suddenly arose, and the sky darkened instantly, with dense clouds covering the ground and raindrops falling like a beaded curtain, making a pattering sound.

An overwhelming aura pressed down, causing everyone present to tremble and feel a chill run down their spines.

An elderly man with white hair said with difficulty:

"This is... the Celestial Phenomenon Realm?"

A gloomy middle-aged man with a furrowed brow:
"Impossible. There is not a trace of martial arts training on this kid, nor any fluctuation of true qi. How could he be a master of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm?"

"Could it be that he has someone backing him, which is why he's so fearless?" a burly man in his thirties carrying a knife shouted.
“Senior, as the saying goes, ignorance is no excuse, and ignorance is no excuse. Please forgive my poor eyesight for disturbing this young man Zhuang’s peace and quiet. I will leave now.”

Just as he was about to leap up and leave the place of trouble, a thunderous roar suddenly ripped out a deep pit in front of him.

"You come and go as you please, isn't that a bit disrespectful to your young brother Zhuang?"

The boy in the gray linen shirt smiled gently.
“Leave one arm behind, and I will ask your so-called senior to spare your life.”

His eyes swept across everyone:
"You too, if you don't want to be struck by lightning and turned to ashes, then cut off one of your own arms."

Immediately, the field fell silent.

"I will count to three. Anyone who hasn't made a move by then shall die!"

Zhuang Buran said calmly and unhurriedly:
"three!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a loud "boom," hundreds of bolts of lightning struck down swiftly, turning the unsuspecting crowd into ashes without any power to resist.

The young man in gray linen clothes stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"The appetizers have already been eaten by Mr. Zhuang, shouldn't the main course be served soon?"

Suddenly, two groups of people emerged from the dense forest not far away.

A group of people, including an old man dressed as a servant carrying a knife, a pretty but cold-faced woman carrying a gun, and a man dressed as a one-eyed dragon.

The other group consisted of a young man leading a black-robed man with white hair and silver locks, followed by five strange figures in armor.

(End of this chapter)