An Yi glanced over.
Huh, my mistake. Old Man Cheng isn't that young... Wait, no!
Damn, it is him!
At this moment, Cheng Yuanfeng, having fallen to the first floor, hadn't noticed An Yi's presence.
Clang!
The crescent moon blade swung in Yin Zheng's hands, chopping down towards Cheng Yuanfeng once more.
Gritting his teeth, Cheng Yuanfeng raised a barrier of pure energy with his bare hands, solidly blocking Yin Zheng's blade.
Truly worthy of being the master of the Qi Control Sect!
Yin Zheng retreated two steps, leaning on his blade as he spoke coolly.
The gaze beneath his steel helmet was icy, piercing with a murderous aura.
Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism, and Military—the Four Guardians of the Heavenly Palace.
Yin Zheng was precisely the fourth-ranked one, Military!
Old thing, you're not bad either, still so fierce and battle-ready at your age.
Cheng Yuanfeng slowly stood up, shaking his arm as he spoke coldly.
Facing a top-tier warrior of the Heavenly Palace, his imposing manner hadn't weakened in the slightest.
Yin Zheng snorted coldly.
Since when could a mere master of the Qi Control Sect dare to provoke a Guardian of the Heavenly Palace!
Clang!
Right at that moment, Yin Zheng's helmet suddenly cracked and fell to the ground, revealing an aged face.
Disheveled, graying hair fluttered in the fierce wind.
Yin Zheng touched the blood on his face, his expression turning icy.
The Four Guardians of the Heavenly Palace were all over a hundred years old on average, each once a dominant, peerless figure among the immortal sects.
To think he'd actually been injured by Cheng Yuanfeng.
Although the wound was minor, to him, it was an insult!
Yin Zheng's eyes finally turned serious. This Cheng Yuanfeng was no simple opponent!
Whoosh!
One after another, Heavenly Palace warriors also clad in armor surrounded Cheng Yuanfeng completely.
Qi swirled around Cheng Yuanfeng's hands, his face cold and stern.
Get him! I thought this guy was dead! Who knew he'd come knocking on our door!
Second Master Xing poked his pig-like head out from the second floor, glanced down, and spoke with anger and panic.
If Yin Zheng hadn't arrived in time earlier, he probably would have been slaughtered already.
Hearing the command, Yin Zheng gripped his blade and stepped forward.
If this were in his youth, he might have chosen to fight Cheng Yuanfeng in a fair and square duel.
But now, he was long past the age of youthful recklessness.
All soldiers, heed my order! Kill! Yin Zheng roared.
In an instant, over a dozen warriors of the Void Realm all attacked Cheng Yuanfeng together.
Looking at the enemies from all directions, Cheng Yuanfeng's face darkened.
These were the Heavenly Palace's elite top forces, not so easy to deal with.
Yin Zheng gripped the crescent moon blade, his eyes sharp.
The current Cheng Yuanfeng gave even him an intense sense of pressure.
If they were to truly fight one-on-one, he really didn't have much confidence of winning.
Everyone, stop! Or I'll slaughter this fatso!
A clear, bright voice came from the second floor.
Yin Zheng raised an eyebrow, glanced upward, and his eyes instantly turned cold.
A fellow wearing a demon mask was sitting on a pillar of the loft, legs crossed in a sloppy manner, casually holding a black sword against the plump head of Second Master Xing.
Grandpa Yin, save me!
Second Master Xing cried out in a voice, wailing like a pig being slaughtered.
A vein throbbed on Yin Zheng's forehead.
This Second Master Xing was utterly useless!
Born to the same parents as the previous Palace Lord, Xing Yunjun, how could the gap be so vast!
Over the years, Yin Zheng had watched Xing Yunhai deteriorate from a handsome, clear-eyed youth into a pig, step by step, ravaged by time.
Second Young Master, do not panic! He dares not lay a hand on you. Yin Zheng said coldly.
An Yi grinned, revealing a strange smile: Oh? Are you sure?
As he spoke, he pressed the black sword down a bit, placing it against Second Master Xing's neck.
Second Master Xing's fat face changed, and he immediately let out a shriek: Cold! Cold! So cold it's killing me!
Yin Zheng's expression shifted slightly, showing a hint of hesitation.
He could sense a terrifying murderous intent from this masked kid.
This wasn't the kind of gaze an ordinary warrior possessed.
Cheng Yuanfeng frowned, vaguely sensing a familiar feeling from that masked kid... who was it?
With the mask on, it was hard to guess.
However, that annoyingly cocky attitude was very similar to a certain little brat.
But that little brat definitely wasn't this badass!
With just one person and one sword, daring to challenge the Military Guardian of the Heavenly Palace—ask how many in the immortal sects could do that!
Grandpa Yin, come save me already!
Second Master Xing's voice was growing hoarse from shouting.
The weather was cooling down, and this black sword resting on his neck was too cold!
Yin Zheng looked coldly at An Yi and said in a deep voice: Kid, I don't know who you are, but if you dare harm a single hair on Second Young Master's head, this old man will tear you to pieces!
Swoosh!
Right as he spoke!
An Yi swung his sword.
Strands of hair flew!
Second Master Xing's black hair fell away, the top of his head instantly becoming a bald spot.
Second Master Xing: "..."
An Yi, holding the demon sword Dragon Fang, grinned provocatively: This grandpa just moved. Come on, tear me to pieces and show me!
Second Master Xing was speechless.
Dammit, that old thing provoked you, so go slash him! Why take it out on me!
Down below.
Gu Changfeng and the others, seeing this scene, exchanged glances.
Should we fight? Tu Langlang asked doubtfully.
Hua Fengyu, who was holding two plump girls, frowned slightly, considering whether to cover his face with a cloth to conceal his identity.
He was quite loyal, but what if it implicated the Hua Jian Sect?
Gu Changfeng was also unsure.
Their strength was such that each could take down two or three armored guards.
But then, how would they handle the aftermath?
This was the Heavenly Palace's territory. Would it startle the snake in the grass, causing more serious consequences?
Han Liang said disdainfully: Is that all the faith you have in the Boss?
Gu Changfeng pondered: So, what's your opinion?
After careful consideration, Han Liang spoke up: We must believe in the Boss! Don't cause trouble for him!
After discussing, the few of them made up their minds to quietly slip away.
The woman who had been clinging to Gu Changfeng grabbed his hand: Customer, you haven't paid yet!
What money are you collecting... gasp, don't tell me you're the madam! Gu Changfeng said, utterly shocked.
So she was the madam! No wonder she looked so old!
Han Liang was furious: We didn't touch anything!
This brothel, who knows where they dug up these old scallions? Not only was there no way to start, they actually wanted payment!
The woman pointed angrily at Hua Fengyu: But he touched!
Hua Fengyu revealed a gentle smile: Sorry about that.
Gu Changfeng and the other two fell silent.
Well, brother... you have quite the taste!
Over here.
An Yi was still holding his sword against Second Master Xing's neck, smiling as he looked at the Heavenly Palace warriors.
He had to remember, he wasn't alone!
If a real fight broke out, it wasn't certain who would come out stronger.
Yin Zheng's stern face was cold as frost as he looked at An Yi: Shameless rat, release Second Master Xing!
Drop your weapons!
An Yi stepped on Second Master Xing's balding head and said arrogantly.
Second Master Xing: "..."
Yin Zheng let out a sigh. Swinging his great blade, flames swirling around him, he strode forward and said coolly: Second Young Master, I must ask you to endure some hardship.
Second Master Xing grew anxious: Grandpa Yin, you can't do this...
But Yin Zheng seemed to completely disregard Second Master Xing's life or death, charging forward with his blade.
Second Master Xing instantly flew into a rage: You old bastard, you're really doing it!
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