Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 285: The Battle of the Five Venerables

"Your mother's egg!"

A vulgar phrase almost slipped out.

Xin Zhuo's Xin Zhuo's heart technique reached its peak, and dazzling gu shadows, Monster Qi, battle intent, and moonlight emerged around him. His figure flashed and once again rushed towards the distance, changing his form twenty-seven times along the way, pushing himself to the limit.

However, accompanied by the laughter of the girl behind him, a vast sea of fire suddenly appeared, like a festering sore that always followed him.

The heat behind him was scorching, and if he slowed down even a little, he would be roasted alive.

To his left, the "river water" churned endlessly.

To his right, the "golden mountain" narrowly grazed his body as it continuously struck.

The girl's True Qi Sumeru had at least integrated the three opposing forces of water, fire, and gold, which were the forces of heaven and earth. Could gold, as the central force, block the explosion?

This girl was actually three times stronger than the young man named Ji Hai!

Is Venerable's method to suppress people with the forces of heaven and earth, and then use martial arts to kill?

So what is her martial arts?

Xin Zhuo's figure continued to move, and at this moment, he looked up and saw the girl's martial arts. It was a hairpin wrapped in a yard-wide sharp and graceful aura, swiftly attacking him.

At this moment, he was surrounded on three sides by the forces of heaven and earth, and the hairpin in front of him blocked his way, creating a situation where he was surrounded on all four sides.

Xin Zhuo's scalp tingled, he took a deep breath, and lightly tapped the air: "Blood Transforming Divine Blade, appear!"

"Buzz—"

The main treasure of the Lotus Sword Formation, the blood blade, lit up in all directions. The dozens of zhang-long blood blade flashed and directly attacked the hairpin.

A head-on clash.

"Boom—"

The surrounding cliffs shook, rocks tumbled incessantly, and the forces of heaven and earth around him were scattered to some extent. The hairpin in front of him made a buzzing sound and retreated dozens of zhang.

Xin Zhuo felt a surge of Blood Qi, his whole body numb and sore. Taking advantage of the gap, he flashed out of the encirclement and disappeared into the distance with another flash.

It wasn't until he reached a cliff a hundred zhang away that Si Qing, barefooted with clear bells ringing on her snow-white ankles, appeared at the "encirclement" just now, her face briefly showing a faint grayish-blue color.

"How was it?"

Ji Hai flew over from a distance, asking in surprise.

Si Qing shook her head and said, "No wonder Senior Brother Dongfang is wary of him. This person's heart technique is strange, his supernatural powers are peculiar, and his light body martial arts are unfathomable. He is extremely difficult to kill!"

"That blood blade is also extremely strange. It was able to injure me and forcibly absorb my Blood Qi. However... this person cherishes his life greatly and is unwilling to fight head-on. He only cares about fleeing!"

"He thinks he can escape just by running away?"

Ji Hai looked in the direction Xin Zhuo had left, "I have roughly searched this unfamiliar valley. The deepest part of the valley is ahead. I have informed Senior Uncle Ge, Senior Sister Zhe, and Miss Ning Shuang to surround him from three sides. This kid has nowhere to escape."

"Chase!"

Si Qing nodded lightly, and the two of them disappeared in a ripple of momentum, vanishing from their original positions in the blink of an eye.

...

Xin Zhuo's speed was very fast, covering dozens of zhang in an instant. As he moved, he looked around, trying to find a place to hide for a few hours or a day or two.

Not long after, the cliffs in front became sparser, and the two killing intents behind him gradually approached.

He tried to detour to the sides, but unlike when he came, there were cliffs about two hundred zhang on both sides. In other words, he had entered a narrow passage like a trumpet mouth from a wide cliff valley. He didn't know what was ahead, but if he wanted to escape by circling around a distance of only two to three hundred zhang on both sides, he was afraid he couldn't avoid the two experts from Baiheqiu behind him.

He furrowed his brows slightly, quickened his pace, and headed straight ahead, hoping to enter a more complex terrain.

After a moment, he couldn't help but stop, his breathing slightly heavy.

At the end of the valley ahead, on a large open space under a huge stone platform, sat six to seven hundred men, women, and children, each with a straight posture and steady breath, all at least fifth rank Practitioners.

Opposite them was a ten-zhang-high white jade staircase, and on the staircase was a large oval stone platform several dozen zhang in diameter, with a huge suspended knife shadow.

A simple goose feather knife, with a slightly blunt blade, a brass handle, and a red tassel, looked lifelike.

It seemed like an ordinary chopping knife that could be bought for three coins in the market, but it exuded an extremely terrifying knife intent.

When practicing knife techniques, Practitioners first practice the edge, then the form, then the posture, and finally the intent. Once the intent is achieved, they have entered the realm of transformation.

The knife on this stone platform is a virtual knife, and it is impossible to tell what level of proficiency it has reached, or if it has already transcended completely. Even from a distance of several dozen zhang, one can still feel an extremely strong chill.

The hundreds of Practitioners below the stone platform are honing their martial realm with this knife intent. Those with higher realms sit at the front, while those with lower realms have already retreated far to the back.

At this moment, the sound of two breaking winds rapidly approached from behind.

Standing on the left side of the Practitioners was an old man in a green robe with his hands behind his back.

On a stalactite on the right side stood a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth.

In the left rear, among the mountain walls and peaks that were most likely to make Xin Zhuo turn back, stood a woman with white jade horns on her head, blood-red eyes, and a strange and eerie appearance.

The three of them exuded a strong Venerable aura, and they had already locked onto him from a distance.

Together with the two people chasing from behind, they should be the five people sent by Baiheqiu to kill him this time!

This situation was a bit ridiculous. Originally, he ventured into the valley to take down the six major families and was supposed to be able to retreat safely. But in the end, he was forcibly pulled in and faced five Venerable-level experts.

Although he wasn't attacked immediately, he was still trapped here, with the same outcome.

The sound of breaking wind behind him grew closer and closer.

In the blink of an eye, Xin Zhuo quickly pondered his options. There was no way out to the left, right, or behind him. Facing one or two small Venerable-level experts, he might still have a chance to fight for survival, but with five Venerable-level experts, especially the woman with the double horns on her head whose realm couldn't be discerned, it was an almost unsolvable situation.

There was still the front!

He looked towards the stone platform opposite him, took a deep breath, and with a step under his feet, he changed his position several times in an instant, appearing under the heads of the hundreds of Practitioners in the blink of an eye.

The process went smoothly, and the five Baiheqiu Venerable experts seemed to have not made a move.

Among the hundreds of people below him, a group of high realm Practitioners naturally noticed him, and among them were several familiar faces.

"Younger brother?"

Shui Qingliu was slightly startled. They had entered together with thousands of Practitioners, just experiencing the knife intent of the mountain stream, and suddenly found the surroundings trembling rapidly and the strong wind attacking. They had finally reached this place with great difficulty, too engrossed in their martial cultivation to think too much. They never expected that their junior brother would also enter, and what did it mean to fly over their heads?

Lv Jiu, Ning Zhiwei, and Feng Shuning were also clearly surprised when they saw Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo immediately shook his head at Shui Qingliu, who was puzzled at first, but then looked around and his face changed drastically.

"Jiang Yuqing, you're dead!"

Just at this moment, a woman's pleasant and sharp rebuke came from the left rear, and a strange green dragon phantom appeared in front of them. Its scales were shiny, its single horn was crimson, and its eyes were dead gray, staring fixedly at them, emitting a strong stench.

"Capture!"

The old man on the left coldly ordered, and countless ferocious vines sprouted from the ground, entwining Xin Zhuo.

At the same time, a vast killing intent came from behind, with the virtual images of Si Qing's hairpin and Ji Hai's sword formation attacking from both sides.

These methods had already exceeded the understanding of Practitioners below the Grand Great Master level. The hundreds of people below were in a panic, scattering in all directions.

After hesitating for a moment, Shui Qingliu and the others also left. They naturally realized that this was a battle between Venerables, and even if they wanted to help Jiang Yuqing, they were afraid they would be powerless.

(End of this chapter)