Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 115: Sixth Rank, Four Battles!

The expression on Old Man Murong Zhe's face darkened slightly.

The three patriarchs of Yuan Hao Zong, who were sitting calmly, stood up in astonishment and looked at Xin Zhuo.

With their realm, they naturally sensed Xin Zhuo's techniques just now.

A palm!

An inexplicable palm, as fast as lightning, powerful and heavy. Even the seventh-rank practitioner Song Dongxi couldn't react in time.

How profound is this palm? Mahayana? Profound? Transcendent?

These are not important anymore. What's important is that Xin Zhuo was supposed to have lost his martial arts and meridians.

"Cough, cough..."

Xin Zhuo coughed again, and a strong fluctuation of True Qi slowly emerged around him, sweeping towards the surroundings, causing trees to tumble and grass to overturn.

Vast like the sea.

Dong, dong, dong...

Murong Xiu, Huang Da Gui, and the others behind Xin Zhuo involuntarily took several steps back, their faces filled with shock.

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiuniang beside the carriage stood still.

The old horses nearby neighed uneasily and kicked their hooves.

On the other side, Murong Lei, Chen Guiyan, and the hundreds of people from the four major families felt a chill in their hearts and kept retreating.

They naturally realized that this was not the aura of a seventh-rank practitioner.

To reach the sixth rank as a Practitioner is a watershed. Only those with outstanding talent can do so. This is also the reason why the four major families' highest realm is only the sixth rank.

Murong Lei and the others will eventually reach the sixth rank, but it will take a long time.

Yuan Yourong, who has the best talent, should be the fastest to reach the sixth rank, but it still takes several years.

The True Qi fluctuations from Xin Zhuo at this moment have definitely reached a level close to or at the sixth rank!

How absurd is this? The person whose meridians were supposed to be severed is not only intact but has even advanced in realm?

Does the Autumn Palace Pavilion and the Water Moon Nunnery have other motives?

After a short silence, Old Man Murong Zhe and the three patriarchs exchanged a glance, and they could see a trace of fear in each other's eyes.

"Sixth rank? Almost there? This is truly beyond my expectations. I have underestimated you!" Old Man Murong Zhe's voice was heavy, and the sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, shimmering with dazzling light.

"Don't bother with these strange words, it's boring!"

Xin Zhuo coughed again, "I am not talented, but today I want to kill all of you!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward slowly, and with each step, his aura soared. Soon, the intense fluctuation of True Qi had become so vast and rich that it reached a certain extreme, and his aura became so sharp that no one dared to approach.

Having suffered a loss once, he naturally didn't dare to be overconfident. At this moment, he was infinitely close to the sixth rank. When facing a sixth-rank opponent, he couldn't avoid a confrontation. Naturally, he had to give it his all. Moreover, he was very confident, but it was hard to explain the confidence brought by his cultivation technique and martial arts.

As he approached, the four patriarchs felt an invisible pressure.

The pressure from a master of the same realm! It made them have to be cautious and have to take action.

"Kill!"

The three patriarchs of Yuan Hao Zong and the others around them were surrounded by a hazy fluctuation of True Qi. Their figures flickered, and in an instant, they formed a three-in-one formation, attacking Xin Zhuo.

Two swords and a knife, carrying terrifying True Qi, condensed into a few zhangs, constantly changing, and struck down heavily.

The Fu Feng Four Families were originally united, cultivating and fighting together, always like this.

This combined attack would be difficult for even a strong sixth-rank opponent to withstand.

Who would have expected that Xin Zhuo in the middle suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared before their eyes.

"Hidden Path Cultivation Technique?"

Before the three could react again, Xin Zhuo had already appeared beside Yuan Hao Zong, then flashed to the side of the Chen family patriarch, and then to the side of the Song family patriarch.

【Crazy Dog Strikes, the Deranged Palm of the Chain】 combined with the mysterious Hidden Path and Empty Path martial arts, displayed the 【Empty Hidden Nine Variations Light Body Technique】, and three palms were struck.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The three patriarchs were struck by the violent and powerful Sword Qi and Knife Qi, causing the middle section of the official road to be completely destroyed.

True Qi overflowed for a while, and dust filled the air.

But the three patriarchs groaned and were sent flying.

Three old figures, disheveled hair, fell heavily into the ditches on both sides of the official road, followed by bursts of painful wailing.

Xin Zhuo had already returned to his original position, like a ghost, unfathomable. He just covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

One move!

Defeated three sixth-rank opponents!

Simple and effortless!

Indeed, actions speak louder than words.

A strong gust of wind blew against the pale faces of Murong Xiu, Cui Ying'er, and the hundreds of disciples from the Four Great Families.

This was a highly skilled duel between sixth rank experts, and it was a three against one situation. They had imagined it before, but had never actually witnessed it.

What they didn't expect was that even in a three against one situation, they were defeated with just one move!

The dust still hadn't settled.

At this moment, a piercing sword sound echoed in all directions.

A vast Sword Qi pierced through the dust, splitting into three halfway, and headed straight for Xin Zhuo. The sharp sword aura emitted a whistling sound.

The Wind-Cutting Sword!

The Three Calamities Sword Technique!

The secret technique of the Murong Clan, passed down by the Fufeng Murong family!

This was a deliberate attack by Murong Zhe, the old master who was known for his deceptive martial arts, after carefully assessing the situation. It was a surprise attack.

"Clang—"

Xin Zhuo seemed to have already noticed it, and in an instant, the folding spear in his hand transformed into a length of ten feet, while he himself leaped up.

The spear was like a dragon.

Two immense True Qi spear shadows followed closely, breaking through the smoke and facing the sword shadows.

However, halfway through, the two spear shadows mysteriously transformed into the shadows of a tiger and a dog made of True Qi.

[Tiger Riding Dog Killing, the Shadowless Spear.]

The name was strange, but it could both retreat from enemies and kill people.

"Roar!"

"Woof!"

The tiger's roar and the dog's bark pierced the eardrums.

"Ding..."

In mid-air, a strong collision occurred.

Three Sword Qi immediately shattered.

The tiger's roar and the dog's bark had already broken through the dust.

The already damaged official road was once again torn apart, and the dust and True Qi scattered everywhere, hitting the surrounding trees with a "bang, bang, bang" sound.

Murong Xiu and Cui Ying'er, who had already retreated far away, retreated once again. The horses were already kneeling on the ground in fear.

The four young disciples from the Four Great Families, with pale faces, kept retreating.

The field was filled with dust, and Xin Zhuo and the old Murong master couldn't be seen clearly.

And there was no sound either.

Everyone stared intently at the smoke.

After a while, the smoke slowly dissipated, and the two figures finally became clear.

Murong Lei, Chen Guiyan, and the others' pupils contracted, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, as if they had seen a ghost.

They saw the old Murong master lying on the ground with disheveled hair, a spear inserted into his left shoulder, Xin Zhuo's spear.

But Xin Zhuo's left foot was stepping on his right shoulder, covering his mouth as he coughed lightly, like a consumptive ghost.

But, how terrifying was this scene?

That little mountain bandit who should have been disabled, why not only wasn't he disabled, but also became so terrifying!

Murong Lei and Chen Guiyan exchanged a glance, and they could see deep fear in each other's eyes.

This scene, which should not have happened, appeared like a dream before their eyes!

However... even if Xin Zhuo wasn't disabled, how could a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old grow to such a level? Is it reasonable?

Defeating three family heads in one encounter, and defeating the once lofty Murong Zhe with one spear!

Night finally fell.

The surrounding mountains and fields were quiet.

"Cough, cough..."

Xin Zhuo's cough was particularly noticeable.

The old Murong master lay on the ground in a dejected manner, his hair disheveled, his head dizzy, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

His shoulder was extremely painful, and his True Qi was in chaos.

He suddenly remembered the night two months ago. If it weren't for Master Li's intervention, giving this little thief a sword, would today's disastrous situation have been avoided?

He looked at Xin Zhuo, who was still stepping on him, and hoarsely said, "I really don't understand!"

"What don't you understand? Why am I not disabled?" Xin Zhuo looked at him seriously.

The old Murong master shook his head, "Whether you are disabled or not is no longer important. What plans do those extraordinary people like Dongfang Xiansheng and Mie Lingshi have? I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. Even if you are their disciple, what does it have to do with me?"

After a pause, he angrily questioned, "I just want to know, what kind of ghost technique are you using? You are still one step away from the sixth rank, while the four of us have been in the sixth rank for many years! It's absolutely impossible for you to fight against the four of us. Why does your messy spear technique have tiger and dog shadows? I can't understand it at all!"

(End of this chapter)