Chapter 63: The Power of the Flood

Could it be? He Lingchuan couldn't help but look west, where the burned official residence area was.

"No reason. Young Master, let's just hide here!" Mao Tao had killed many people and suffered many injuries, but he was not reckless and didn't want to tangle with opponents he couldn't beat.

Just then, someone suddenly said happily from behind: "Young Master, you are here!"

This voice, could it be?

He Lingchuan was overjoyed, turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, saw Zeng Feixiong standing at the opening of a cellar with five subordinates.

"Why come now?" Young Master He opened his mouth with complaints. "Where is my father?"

His side had six good hands, and his strength was suddenly strengthened. He Lingchuan was also relieved.

"The County Magistrate sent us down to help the Young Master; he took people to stay above to fend off the vengeful spirits." Zeng Feixiong looked around in a daze, stunned. "What's going on, why don't we go help the State Preceptor?"

"He has bad intentions, and even tried to plot against me just now." He Lingchuan's face was solemn. "All of you stay here, don't go up!"

Although he didn't know why the State Preceptor would plot against He Lingchuan, Zeng Feixiong hesitated for two or three seconds and decided to stay by the Young Master's side. Although the fighting ahead was fierce, the State Preceptor and Commandant Nian were both fierce men and would surely be able to take good care of themselves.

He Lingchuan narrowed his eyes.

Ever since he met Sun Fuping, this State Preceptor had been acting like an expert, so why hadn't he used his big move to counterattack until now? Most of the monster's attacks were blocked by Nian Songyu, so what about the State Preceptor's skills?

Even he, who was watching the show from the sidelines, knew the truth that to catch the thief, you must first catch the king. If the black flood dragon on the city gate wasn't removed, the monsters on the ground would have no end.

Why hadn't Sun Fuping made a move yet?

He Lingchuan muttered in his heart. If he had known the State Preceptor was a paper tiger, he and his father wouldn't have had to listen and suffer. Or perhaps the national fortune of Great Yuan was weak, and the power of the State Preceptor, who was related to it, also weakened? In fact, he didn't know that Sun Fuping's power was all used to try to maintain the reality barrier. After all, the people He Chunhua and others had to deal with outside were not cats and dogs, but the Great Wind Army! Power and concentration were divided, and the State Preceptor's battle here was instead tied up, which was also annoying.

Under the Nancheng Gate, Nian Songyu was already panting: "State Preceptor, if you don't use your trump card, it will be too late!" Their individual power was limited, and the black flood dragon seemed to have infinite power in its own territory. It was unfair from the beginning, so how could this fight be fought? Sun Fuping had also long held his sword, and at this time, he had just slit the throat of a magic ape, saying calmly: "Alright, you fight for thirty breaths for me, and you must not be disturbed at all!" His swordsmanship was not as good as Nian Songyu's, but it wasn't weak either.

Taking advantage of this gap, he also scattered a dozen copper beans on the ground. This is the secret technique of scattering beans

They formed a soldier wall, firmly protecting Sun Fuping in the center.

Supernatural powers that can be used on the battlefield consume a lot of true qi, and the energy consumption value for using them in this illusion must be multiplied by two, so Sun Fuping was also betting everything, not even hesitating to use up two dark green profound crystals in one breath.

Previously, the Walnut Plate had roamed the desert for several hours, carrying over two hundred people, and only used up three low-grade profound crystals; the quality was far inferior to these two. If He Lingchuan saw this, he would definitely slap his thigh in regret—that was three luxury mansions with gardens, beautiful maids, and local products gone in an instant.

The so-called local products refer to the fact that some great ancestral mansions have unique outputs, such as spring water specifically for brewing fine tea and wine, or old plum trees or jasmine that have a peculiar fragrance, so the cakes and pastries made there are definitely more fragrant than those from other workshops. These mansions have unique geomancy and water systems that can, in turn, nourish their owners. Of course, the greater significance lies in the fact that they are excellent gimmicks, so they look down upon ordinary luxury mansions in terms of status and price.

It can be said that this is inhumanly wealthy.

Uh, I've digressed.

Nian Songyu naturally had no time to wring his hands. He looked at the monsters surging from all directions, calculated the thirty-breath time limit, gritted his teeth, and said: "Alright!"

If he didn't fight while he still had the strength, he would be meat on someone else's chopping block later.

Sun Fuping's gaze swept across the ruins of the southern city, and for some reason, it happened to meet He Lingchuan's.

Of course, he also saw Zeng Feixiong and Mao Tao.

Ever since He Lingchuan discovered that the monsters summoned by the Black Flood Dragon didn't attack him, his courage had grown much larger; he even dared to climb to the second floor of an abandoned tavern to watch the excitement, and Zeng Feixiong and the others naturally had to follow.

This was the corner where the east and south city walls met, at most thirty steps away from the city wall.

With this eye contact, He Lingchuan felt a chill down his back, because Sun Fuping gave him a weird smile.

Just a smile, as if telling him that he was about to be in big trouble.

At this moment, Nian Songyu roared at the sky, green light gathering on his body, and a giant phantom about five zhang tall with bulging muscles appeared directly above him.

This giant held twin blades just like him; although it was also a phantom, the blade length reached four zhang! With monsters attacking from all sides, Nian Songyu casually performed two horizontal slashes, then slashed into the air.

Wherever his blade passed, the giant's blade shadow followed, and it was actually more than three zhang longer than his.

Only cold light flashed and blade qi crisscrossed; the monsters within a radius of seven zhang were actually wiped out by him in one slash, leaving no corpses intact.

Even the demon birds in the sky fell to the ground with a clatter.

With a few more pursuit slashes, the monsters in the field would be cleared out seven or eight out of ten.

This set of martial arts had a name He Lingchuan was exceptionally familiar with: Power of the Primordial Era. It was also Nian Songyu's trump card, capable of borrowing the strength of a primordial giant to help him be invincible on the battlefield, even suppressing the supernatural powers of others.

The only drawback, perhaps, is that the duration of this great display of power is too short; he can only be a domineering, true man for a mere fifty seconds.

Taking advantage of the temporary absence of threats, Sun Fuping also took an ivory carving from his bosom, bit his index finger, and dotted the flowing blood onto the sculpture.

He Lingchuan was too far away to see the details of the ivory carving, only knowing that the sculpture itself was slightly yellow, a characteristic of aged ivory, clearly an old object.

It is interesting to say that after applying the blood, Sun Fuping let go of his hand, closed his eyes, and prayed silently. The ivory carving hovered in mid-air, motionless, and began to emit a faint light.

As soon as this statue appeared, the Black Flood Dragon, which had been watching from the city gate, suddenly couldn't sit still and swam straight down.

It was over fifteen zhang long, and its movement speed was faster than a galloping horse; almost as soon as it sprang to the ground, it had already rushed in front of Nian and Sun!

The Black Flood Dragon's target was that ivory carving.

At this time, Sun Fuping was closing his eyes and remaining motionless, with only his lips moving in prayer; he definitely couldn't stop it.

The only reliance was Nian Songyu.

This Commandant Nian was currently slaughtering in all directions, and even the giant phantom above his head was gradually turning red, filled with a violent aura.

(End of chapter)