Heavenly Ranking

Chapter 252 Treasure
"Oh!"

The force penetrates!

Zhu Long's brain was completely shattered into a mess by the special force of the innate armor-piercing sword energy.

Even a martial saint as powerful as him would have no chance of survival under such an unconventional attack.

He didn't even have time to utter a final plea for mercy before all his consciousness was extinguished.

Even in death, this martial saint couldn't understand why Ji Fuyou could calculate the rhythm of their battle to such an extent.

Every step was meticulously planned.

Every step was meticulously planned.

pity……

He had no idea that when he learned that his neighbor was the spy he had sent out, he lost his appetite and could not sleep at night. After that, he stayed at home and practiced diligently for 10 days.

Over those ten days, Ji Fuyou and he fought a total of 113 life-or-death battles.

In those 113 life-or-death battles, he used all his trump cards and went all out in every single one.

Even so, he still died 81 times in those 113 battles!
Especially at the very beginning, he failed 17 times in a row, dying 17 times in the face of the martial saint's various methods and secret techniques.

It wasn't until the 18th attempt that he finally managed to get his first kill, a stroke of incredible luck.

However, this kind of luck cannot be replicated.

The battle to the death continued.

The success rate of successfully defeating Zhu Long has also been steadily increasing from 5.8% at the beginning.

Only after killing Zhu Long five times in a row a day ago did he set off, travel by car to the outskirts of Longshou Town, and sneak into the town.

Thus, the battle we are facing today came about.

Watching Zhu Long's head being shattered by his innate armor-piercing sword energy, Ji Fuyou slowly exhaled.

A martial arts saint who stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts world died at his hands.

Surprisingly, he felt no great emotion.

Even if this martial saint didn't die, he would surely become a mainstay in resisting the invasion of alien beasts and demons in three years, and his expression remained largely unchanged.

This might be...

It's related to the fact that he's killed him too many times these days.

After killing so many, you naturally become desensitized.

If we were to describe his only feeling at this moment...

It was probably a genuine sense of relief.

Killing in a dream is ultimately no match for the real world.

Only by dealing with Zhu Long now can we truly eliminate this Martial Saint's ever-present threat.

"No!"

At that moment, a mournful cry came from the side of the house.

Guo Jia stared in disbelief at the fallen figure, feeling a sense of collapse as if the pillar in her heart had crumbled.

"President..."

"You are indeed loyal. Every time Zhu Long dies, you fight to the death like a moth to a flame. Therefore, to uphold your loyalty, I will send you to reunite with your guild leader."

Ji Fuyou pointed with his hand.

The Wuji Sword pierced through the air and shot away.

"Ji Fuyou!"

Guo Jia let out a desperate roar, his mental power erupting, and a silver-forged flying sword soared into the air. Instead of intercepting the Wuji Sword, it shot straight at Ji Fuyou.

"laugh!"

His head was pierced directly by the Wuji Sword.

And the sword strike he unleashed with full force...

He couldn't even break through the deflection field; he was thrown aside and fell to the ground with his death.

Ji Fuyou waved his hand.

The Wuji Sword and the Flash Silver Sword fell into his hands at the same time.

And this flying sword forged from shimmering silver...

It was one of the two that Fang Qiyun had sold earlier.

After going around in circles, it came right back to him.

He glanced at the Wuji Sword...

There are three obvious cracks on it.

The damage is quite significant; it will likely require proper care and rest.

"There are assassins!"

"It's Guo Shaobao's voice!"

"What's going on? Go inside and check it out!"

At this moment, a commotion and the sound of approaching footsteps came from outside.

Clashes at the Martial Saint level are always swift and decisive, never dragging on for long.

The battle between Ji Fuyou and Zhu Long just now was actually quite fast, though it seemed slow.

From the moment he suddenly thrust his flying sword at Zhu Long to the moment he shattered Zhu Long's head with a single finger, the entire process took less than a breath.

It's understandable that the guards only realized what was happening at this point.

Ji Fuyou reached out his hand.

Instead of touching the somewhat damaged Wuji Sword, he directly poured his spirit into the shimmering silver flying sword.

The next moment, the flying sword shot out from the shattered house like a fleeting streak of silver light.

Before the dozen or so senior and deputy senior martial artists who rushed outside the door could react, their heads had already been pierced by the Silver Flash Sword.

After shooting down these martial artists, Ji Fuyou didn't even bother to count the spoils. He picked up the Cold Moon Heavy Sword he had thrown earlier, walked out of the room, and headed straight for a courtyard not far away.

Jin An, the eldest of the Thirteen Protectors, lived in this courtyard.

As a high-level spiritual energy user with a spiritual value exceeding 29, he was highly regarded by Zhu Long, who always hoped that he could become a spiritual master.

His reaction was also incredibly fast.

There was no commotion in Zhu Long's courtyard, and he had already come out, quickly asking his subordinates, "What happened?"

"An assassin is trying to kill the chairman..."

The subordinate quickly added, "I heard the chairman mention the name 'Ji Fuyou,' so the assassin must be this spiritual master from Chuzhou!" "Ji Fuyou!"

As one of the Thirteen Protectors, Jin An naturally knew that the Chairman suspected Ji Fuyou of having a big secret and was having Guo Jia plot against him.

This is……

With their plot exposed, Ji Fuyou took a risky gamble, wanting to strike first?

"Ha, he's really courting death! Just because he's a spiritual master he can stand on equal footing with a martial saint, he thinks he can actually assassinate one? Especially someone like Chairman Zhu who has been a martial saint for over a year. This isn't a desperate gamble; he's practically asking for it..."

Jin An's words were cut short.

According to my divine sense, a figure was rapidly approaching from the direction of the president's house.

Having had contact with him before in the ruins of Yindu, he immediately recognized the figure...

It was Ji Fuyou!
Ji Fuyou emerged from the president's courtyard, but neither the president nor Guo Jia followed!

Reason told him that there was only one possibility for this situation!
but……

He couldn't accept it at all!
"Impossible, impossible, President... How could you possibly lose to a Spiritual Master like Ji Fuyou, who has only been promoted for a little over a month!?"

As he was reeling from the shock, the Silver Flying Sword, like a streak of white light, pierced through the air and arrived.

The sudden, sharp cleavage that tore through mental perception made the hairs on Jin An's body stand on end.

Not only because of the power and sharpness of this sword, but also because...

The owner of this sword is Guo Jia!
Guo Jia's flying sword was in Ji Fuyou's hands, and there was no further news from the guild leader. No matter how unwilling he was to believe it, the truth...

It seems there's still only one left!

"No!"

Jin An let out a mournful cry.

Another gleaming silver sword shot out, intercepting the flying sword that Ji Fuyou had shot at.

However, having not yet become a spiritual master, his agility in wielding flying swords was far inferior to that of Ji Fuyou.

Just as the two flying swords were about to collide, Ji Fuyou's Silver Sword slightly veered and bypassed the interception of his flying sword.

This scene caused Jin An's expression to change drastically, and he immediately withdrew.

"Master Ji, stop! I know where all of the chairman's collection is..."

"call out!"

The sword flashed like a streak of light!

The Silver Sword tore through Jin An's senses at an unbelievable speed. His divine sense could clearly detect the trajectory of the flying sword, but his body had no time to dodge.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly in boundless fear as the flying sword pierced through his brow and then flew out through the back of his head.

"What a coincidence, I also know where your president's collection is."

He killed Zhu Long 32 times in the dream, and naturally he also interrogated him about the whereabouts of these collections.

They even had an extremely good understanding of the whereabouts of the Thirteen Protectors.

pity……

Of these thirteen bodyguards, four of them formed a team and entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes, while three went out to carry out various missions. Only Jin An, Guo Jia, and four others remained in Dragon Head Town.

What Ji Fuyou is doing right now is to take the remaining four bodyguards down one by one before they can react.

Fortunately, this was not a difficult task for him.

The houses where the Thirteen Protectors lived were centered around Zhu Long, with the furthest person no more than 2 kilometers away as the crow flies.

In terms of strength...

There's nothing particularly noteworthy about it.

Whether they are master-level martial artists or high-level mental energy users, they only possess advanced skills.

However, this is the normal phenomenon.

Let alone the Federation, even globally, there are probably only a small fraction of master-level martial artists who have mastered top-notch skills.

If we disregard those with powerful backgrounds like Xiao Jiuge, Fengyulou, Qi Lingyun, and Long Xiang, among the master-level martial artists outside, it's unlikely that one or two out of ten would possess top-tier skills.

Among Zhu Long's thirteen bodyguards, the only one who possessed top-tier skills was Zhu He, who led the team into the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes.

remaining people……

Ji Fuyou could easily eliminate them.

In the dream, Ji Fuyou already knew the exact location of the remaining four bodyguards.

Therefore, he completed the assassination of the remaining four bodyguards in less than ten minutes.

The spiritual master is at a clear disadvantage when facing the martial saint.

Can be used against martial arts masters...

However, it can exhibit significant advantages.

Not long after, Ji Fuyou returned to Zhu Long's courtyard.

He easily took the dzi bead necklace from Zhu Long and then took the Mo Long knife from his hand.

These two items were among the most precious things he owned.

Among them, the value of the dzi bead necklace, converted into contribution value, is at least 1000 million, if not 800 million.

The Ink Dragon Blade is even more precious than the heavy sword forged from Cold Moon Mystic Crystal.

Converted into contribution value, it is definitely over 2000 million.

Of course, once an item reaches this level, discussing its value becomes less meaningful.

Often, it's impossible to find a satisfactory buyer and complete a satisfactory transaction.

Besides these two treasures, Ji Fuyou also easily found a cabinet, operated it, and revealed a password input device.

He entered the password with considerable skill, and the ground nearby sank, revealing a passage.

However, he did not go inside.

Because he knew exactly what was inside.

Weapons, money, gold, and some source crystals.

These things might be useful to others, but they mean little to him.

Considering that seven of the Thirteen Protectors are still remaining...

“If you cut the weeds without removing the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.”

Ji Fuyou quickly contacted Yang Kaitai, who was in the Death Rift Valley, through the Heavenly Horn: "Come out for a bit."

(End of this chapter)