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Chapter 324 Killing the King

The line looked as if it had sliced ​​half of a face in half, and at the cut, one could even see the pale bones and bright yellow fat—

Without hesitation, one of Master He's disciples rushed out—but as he caught the body, he was also hit head-on by a truck. He didn't even last a second before being sent flying backward with a painful groan.

Zhou You frowned, took a step forward, and activated his Heavenly Dragon bloodline along with the chant, managing to catch the two of them.

"That disciple is one thing," Zhou You sighed softly, looking at the equally disheveled Sect Leader He.

"Hey He, you were so good just now, how come you couldn't even last one round?"

Headmaster He showed no shame whatsoever. He first struggled to push away his dizzy disciple, then chuckled.

"I was careless, I was careless. I thought this old devil was almost dead, that he'd lost at least 80% of his skills. Who would have thought he'd still be so energetic? Step aside, I'll come back next time."

But before he could finish speaking, another figure flew over. Zhou You had both hands full, so he could only lift up Headmaster He and hold him in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing—"

A loud crash was heard.

Zhou You tossed aside the equally star-struck Sect Leader He and used the opportunity to pull up the man who had just arrived.

That is, Tao Le'an, whom we haven't seen for a long time.

Looking at the other person's dancer costume, Zhou You couldn't help but sigh.

"They say there's no such thing as crossing over into women's clothing once or countless times, and it seems that's really true. I never thought you'd resist it so much back then, but now you've actually come to accept it naturally."

"Taoist Master."

"What's wrong?"

Do you think this is the time for jokes?

Zhou You was immediately rendered speechless.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and changed his tune accordingly.

"Old Tao, can you tell me about the current situation?"

Tao Le'an shook off the blood on his body, looked directly at the Hidden King who remained motionless, and said in a low voice.

"The situation is very wrong. I hadn't even considered you, Daoist Master. Even with myself, the Maoshan Sect Leader, and the others helping out, taking down these two would have been more than enough, but now..."

Tao Le'an frowned and shook his head.

"Back then, the Hidden King was indeed a top expert. His cultivation method passed down from the Ice Peak Demon Palace and his Heavenly Silkworm Silk technique were truly formidable. However, even the strongest person cannot withstand the ravages of time. Given his age, he shouldn't be like this. But how should I put it? Rather than returning to his peak, it's more like a final burst of energy before death."

Seeing Tao Le'an deep in thought, Zhou You acted quite shrewdly.

"So what do you think I should do now?"

"This one isn't attacking, but rather holding onto that small piece of land. He might be outmatched, or he might be guarding something. It feels like it's the coffin—Taoist Master, you hold him back for now, and Headmaster He and I will attack from the side."

"That works."

Zhou You cleanly and decisively tossed Tao Le'an aside, then picked up Duan Xie.

Without any hesitation, the moment the sword was drawn, a murderous aura soared into the sky!

The short distance of a dozen meters was covered in the blink of an eye.

But unlike before, the sword did not pierce straight into his chest; instead, it seemed to be stuck to something midway through.

—That's silk thread.

Silk threads are everywhere, all around us!
The threads were barely visible to the naked eye, yet incredibly sharp, and for some reason, they were shrouded in a chilling aura, making the air in the surrounding area seem to freeze.

Duan Xie seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and what used to be as easy as his own arm could not move forward even an inch. But Zhou You was also decisive. He immediately drew his sword and retreated. While dodging a few cutting silk threads, he summoned the Broken Moon Bow and drew his bow.

The weapon used was the Heaven-Shaking Arrow, but its one-time consumption ability was not activated.

That's right, it does look like we're facing the final boss now, which perfectly matches the 'Kill the King' clue we got at the beginning.

But Zhou You always had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

If this story could end so easily.
So, where are the 'ancestral people' that we've been constantly reminded of along the way?

—Besides, the final boss of the last dungeon of the same difficulty was Maitreya who descended to the mortal realm—albeit before he became a Buddha—would this Black Book be so kind as to let him finish off the dungeon with just a mortal prince?
Just kidding!
The bowstring twanged, and the Heaven-Shaking Arrow shot out like thunder—but the next moment, like the Demon-Slaying Arrow, it also froze in mid-air.

However, after this incident, Zhou You was finally able to see clearly.

The arrows weren't directly entangled; rather, the threads vibrated subtly, drawing out the icy air and forcibly 'freezing' the surroundings.

Those present were no ordinary people either, and they too saw through the flaw. This time, no one uttered a sound, and the disciples of Sect Leader He, holding their magic swords, withdrew.

But in the very next moment, right at the center of that thread, a great sun suddenly shone brightly!
"Hey kid, you've really prepared a lot to deal with me, haven't you?"

Despite this, the Hidden King showed no sign of panic. In fact, perhaps it was just my imagination, but his face appeared even more rosy than before.

Sect Leader He also grinned—the smile, combined with the bloodstains all over his head and face, made it look even more ferocious.

"After all, it's to avenge my disciple, and to deal with you, this 'senior,' how could we dare to trespass into your Heavenly Palace without preparing more?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an even more furious roar erupted from his magic sword.

"—!!"

The sound was so sharp that it was difficult for the human ear to hear, but the moment it rang out, the great sun immediately exploded. As the flames spread, although they did not destroy the steel-hard silkworm silk, they did cause the cold aura to retreat.

No one called out, but Zhou You seized the brief opening and drew his sword, charging forward—

At the same time, thunder rumbled from the dome above—it was Tao Le'an once again drawing in his qi to form a talisman, summoning the immense thunder.

"A mere trifle, a trivial skill!"

The Hidden King let out a low groan, his fingers moving swiftly, as if playing a zither.

However, the threads were already dancing in the air, blocking out everything, including thunder, longswords, and even Sect Leader He.

At the same time, another scream rang out.

That was an official who had survived before—as he melted and seeped into the coffin, it seemed as if the coffin had finally reached a critical point, and all the faces opened their eyes at the same time and began to chant in unison.

The words remained unintelligible, but as the voice rang out, a layer of murky light suddenly rippled from the empty box.

It was as if the blood that had been absorbed before was being poured in and then rapidly refined and condensed—and soon, a blood-red pill was vaguely taking shape within it.

"Click."

The sound was slight and crisp, but it seemed particularly jarring in the context.

—That was the sound of the Hidden King's face cracking open.

But the problem lies below, which is not flesh and blood.

Instead, it was a piece of pure white, smooth skin, just like a newborn baby's. Seeing this, the Hidden King's laughter grew even more arrogant.

"As expected, as expected, the Thick Earth Sect did not deceive me! Today, I will ascend to immortality and attain eternal life. How can you ants possibly shake the light of the sun and moon? You will all die here!"

Zhou You remained silent, but slightly tilted his shoulder to the side to make way for the thin thread that was about to be removed from his arm. Then he lowered his body and suddenly accelerated.

The Hidden King was so engrossed in the joy of his impending rejuvenation that he didn't notice, but he could clearly sense that as his body became younger, the speed at which the silk threads moved actually slowed down.
Even if they were slower, given the density of the threads, it would be extremely difficult for the three of them to break through.

But at that very moment, in a secluded corner of the palace, a copper coin was tossed tremblingly into the air.

In an instant, the entire net of silk threads came to a standstill. Although the whole process took only half a breath, it had already created a loophole in this impenetrable defense.

The Hidden King looked up in astonishment, then glared fiercely at that corner, as if he wanted to skin the person alive.

"You scum from the Three Families Association, how dare you!"

The usually unnoticed Fatty Xun shrank his neck and grinned shamelessly.

"No, Your Highness, please don't blame me. Our three families are merchants. Merchants are profit-driven by nature. Although you have a fortune, you basically only invest in things like immortality. You are extremely stingy with everything else. So this time, the Zhenxie Division gave more."

But before the Hidden King could answer, Duan Xie's sword—and then a pair of iron fists—slammed down.

The old skin on the Hidden King's arm had been peeled off, revealing a young and strong arm. His hands moved up and down, instantly transforming into a fine net that blocked the longsword.

But soon, Master He's iron fist followed.

Although a few strands of silkworm silk still tried to block it, the heavy punch was like splitting mountains and splitting peaks, easily smashing through the obstacle. Then, with the help of the sun's radiance, it went straight for the coffin where the pill had been formed!

However, they smashed nothing.

At this critical moment, the Hidden King forcibly pulled out a series of silk threads, dragging the coffin behind him.

But the price paid was that one of his eyes was almost plucked out by Zhou You.

Even so, the Hidden King was still smiling.

They were laughing with immense joy and happiness.

As the chants grew louder, not only this palace, but also many more followers of the Thick Earth Cult, more man-made beings, and even the Shooting Army locked outside the gates, all began to melt away.

His tangled, white hair turned black, his cloudy eyes regained their luster, and the vitality that had existed only in his distant memories returned to his body, making him want to shout out loud.

Yes, he was extremely shrewd and calculating; yes, he held a high and prominent position—but in the end, he was just an old man nearing the end of his life.

Death had been a constant companion to him for over a hundred years, but now he finally had the chance to be reborn.
Who wouldn't be excited if it were someone else in that situation?
The man who had regained his youth, though missing an eye, still had a handsome and dashing face. He smiled broadly, looking at the two people who had been forced back several meters, and laughed heartily and proudly.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but quickly just smiled wryly.

"Forget it, how can a mere firefly's light compete with the bright moon?"

As their fingers trembled, the silk thread sped up again, seemingly intent on strangling them all to death.

However, Sect Leader He merely gave Zhou You a look.

Zhou You nodded in agreement.

Then, the sect leader, who seemed to only know hand-to-hand combat, took a step back and suddenly made a hand seal.

"The sun rises brightly in the east."

Suddenly, the disciples who had been hiding in the shadows also began to chant.

"I now cast a spell to annihilate the ominous."

The Hidden King was taken aback, and then a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"The rituals and practices of Maoshan, and what you cultivate is not a life-killing sword technique, but a divine communication art—"

Master He smiled slyly.

Then, the entire palace seemed to tremble.

A giant eye opened once more in the darkness. Although it was only for a moment, under its gaze, nearly half of the seemingly indestructible threads snapped instantly.

The Hidden King was also decisive. He immediately decided to abandon the priceless silkworm silk, avoid the sharp edge, and regroup.

But at that moment, a talisman suddenly lit up.

As the golden light shone down, it blocked all his escape routes.

Then came a truth.

"Well!"

His vision was also lost.

But even in this darkness, the Hidden King still gritted his teeth.

—No, although the Shooting Army is gone, the rest of the troops are still outside. Although Xie Anming is a bit too useless and didn't help at all, as long as I hold on a little longer and wait for the talisman to dissipate, I will be the one laughing last!
At this moment, all the threads instantly swelled back, using their hearing to sense Zhou You's location. The Hidden King condensed all his magic power into a single point, which he then released using the threads.

This was his desperate attack; no matter how Zhou You dodged, it would buy him a few breaths of time.

His vision gradually returned. As long as he recovered, even if all of them attacked at once, he could at least hold his ground.

But unexpectedly, someone did something he never expected.

—This person didn't dodge or avoid it, but went straight up to the silkworm thread!

The Hidden King was stunned for a few seconds, then overjoyed in his heart.

"Fool! You really think you can trade injury for a life? You died from my hand years ago."
But the next moment.

There was a crisp "clang".

The usually invincible silk thread was abruptly repelled, and along with it, a silvery scale was also thrown up.

The Hidden King hadn't lived to see the end of his two hundred years, so he immediately recognized what it was.

"Guardian Dragon Scales. You are a member of the Heavenly Dragon Clan, and the highest-ranking one at that—no, no, how could you possibly have gotten here, and how could you possibly be the chosen ones!"

The Hidden King finally panicked.

The dazed state of his old age, the cruel twisting during his execution, the arrogance and recklessness of his childhood—all these emotions coalesced on his face into one.

—No, that's not right. I've just been reborn. Great days are ahead of me—my rights, my money, everything.
All the silkworm threads gathered frantically, and Zhou You's liberated evil energy finally coalesced into a single point.

Sever the evil and cut it down.

There was no dazzling brilliance, no sudden burst of magic; the sword, shrouded in blood-red malevolent energy, simply slashed through the obstruction, easily decapitating the Hidden King.

That's it.

(End of this chapter)