Chapter 464: National Teacher's Startled Retreat

Two Strong Ones clash; others have no qualification to approach, merely the aura they emit is enough to make them unable to withstand.

Weak cultivators, merely approaching, already cause their true qi to churn, their blood to surge, unable to properly use true qi.

Golden Core-level strength, there are hardly any in the entire palace; these people are all deeply scheming, none would act lightly; the Shadow Grand Elder's ghostly aura is grim, when he acts, ghostly qi surges, enveloping the vicinity; anyone who draws near will have their mind bewildered by ghostly wails and wolf howls, thus becoming food for evil ghosts.

Every movement stirs countless swirling ghostly qi; the surging ghostly qi makes one… shudder involuntarily.

Sima Da's true qi is relatively mild, like a venomous snake; once he fixes his gaze on you, he stares, seeking the right opportunity to kill you; it also doesn't look like a normal cultivation method; the two's true qi clash, aura clashes.

The overflowing aura sent the onlookers flying; Jing Yuheng and the Eldest Princess Qi Ruohua took the chance to walk together; at the moment they met, Qi Ruohua slightly relaxed, took a breath, and held Jing Yuheng's hand; she saw all this and knew Jing Yuheng's loyalty.

"Jing Yuheng, thank you."

"Your Highness, don't say such things; I, your subordinate, once said I would always protect you, and I will not go back on my word."

Their hands clasped tightly; their hearts walked together.

The Eldest Princess is very grateful to Jing Yuheng; although she is in danger, she feels no fear at all.

While resisting that terrifying aura, one must constantly guard the mind and spirit, lest be ambushed by evil ghosts.

They withdrew together from the battlefield; the Shadow Grand Elder's and Sima Da's battle seemed to have no concrete moves, yet their auras and souls were already clashing, each waiting for a chance to strike, a killing blow.

"Cough cough cough."

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Qi Ruohua coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood; Jing Yuheng hurriedly worried.

Qi Ruohua shook her head: "I'm fine, Jing Yuheng, what's the backup you mentioned?"

She wanted to know what the backup Jing Yuheng spoke of was, and why she was unaware of this.

Jing Yuheng smiled faintly: "Your Highness, you will know soon."

"Eh?"

Jing Yuheng, who was selling a secret, didn't say it outright; in fact, she herself lacked confidence, not knowing whether that person would come to the capital or intervene in their affairs; according to Chen Chuyang's nature, he would not easily leave Longshe Shan, let alone side with them.

Jing Yuheng dared not be certain, nor did she dare to speak definitively, lest the Eldest Princess believe it, only for Chen Chuyang not to come—what then?

In fact, Jing Yuheng's heart was filled with anxiety, staring at that battle, hoping inwardly.

"Chen Chuyang, have you come?"

Looking around, many Black Dragon Guards have died; the White Wolf and Azure Dragon Vice Hall Master are resisting the pressure, soon they won't be able to hold; at that point, wanting to… escape the palace, one must look to Chen Chuyang—if he comes, everything is not a problem.

If Chen Chuyang does not come, they will likely perish here.

She and the Eldest Princess are already at the end of their strength; those people won't give them time to recover cultivation; in a short time they cannot heal their wounds; their bodies have already collapsed, sustained only by strong will.

Jing Yuheng worried endlessly; the Shadow Grand Elder intervened—these Golden Core old monsters, once they intervene, they will likely…

Qi Ruohua did not know Jing Yuheng's worry; she seemed to have a guess, looking around, seeking someone's silhouette.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed.

She looked toward a spot, her eyes flashing with a gleam.

She stared in astonishment.

Jing Yuheng followed her gaze, eyebrows jumping wildly; she saw the National Teacher, and the National Teacher also saw them.

At that moment, the National Teacher gave them a faint smile; that smile was very ghostly.

"Your Highness, is the National Teacher also going to act?"

Once such a Strong One acts, they cannot resist.

Jing Yuheng does not know the National Teacher's strength, but she knows this National Teacher is very powerful, his strength unfathomable.

It is not something she can resist, nor can the Eldest Princess resist.

Before the National Teacher, the two are like ants.

The National Teacher who had been watching the show finally is about to act.

"No need to worry, he……"

The Eldest Princess also lacks confidence, doing her best to stay calm.

Rather than being anxious, at this time worry is useless.

The National Teacher stepped forward, just then acting; this moment is the best time to act, Sima Da and the Shadow Grand Elder are entangled together, no one can stop him; others are fundamentally not his match.

Qi Ruohua weakened to the extreme, unable to fight back; as for Jing Yuheng, he never regarded her.

As for those other Black Dragon Guards, in his eyes they are no different from ants.

He stepped forward, right hand preparing to rise, to seize Qi Ruohua.

On his shoulder, at some point a hand was placed; that hand fell on his shoulder, with no sign, no… even a hint of movement, just landing there.

Indeed it was a hand, a hand that appeared at some unknown time; that hand was placed on his shoulder, very sudden, very eerie.

Clearly there was no one around him; if anyone approached, he would surely know.

And now, that hand rests on his own shoulder.

In that instant, the National Teacher panicked entirely.

Chills ran down his spine.

That hand is quite ordinary, yet he cannot perceive it.

Even the person behind him appearing behind him gave him no sign.

His heart pounded wildly; danger and fear filled his chest.

He turned his head, looking behind.

A smiling face emerged, a face full of smiles.

At first sight, the National Teacher was stunned entirely.

He stared, dumbfounded.

Stunned.

He stared fixedly at that person, that face.

Gurgle.

He choked back a sob, the National Preceptor instinctively dodged this person, dodged this hand.

That hand kept pressing, not letting go.

You...

The National Preceptor spoke, disbelievingly looking at Chen Chuyang.

Chen Chuyang's hand pressed onto his shoulder; in an instant, it sealed his demonic power, together with his body, also to be sealed.

The National Preceptor reacted quickly, hastily erupting demonic power, but found he could not shake off that hand.

Instead, his demonic power was completely drawn away.

His body gradually grew weak.

The National Preceptor's expression changed; he became ruthless, his right hand turning into a blade, discarding his shoulder and left hand.

Puchi.

The severed arm, the whole hand was discarded.

Only then did he escape the calamity.

He quickly appeared in the distance.

In Chen Chuyang's hand, there was now an arm dripping with fresh blood.

In the distance, the National Preceptor stood in the sky, his shoulder gradually regenerating.

His left hand followed, growing out.

His complexion turned somewhat pale, those resentful eyes fixedly staring at Chen Chuyang.

It's you.

Chen Chuyang looked at the arm in his hand gradually turning demonic, casually tossed it, and the black goat behind him opened its mouth and swallowed it whole.

Not bad taste, I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long time.

The black goat licked its lips, looked toward the National Preceptor, still wanting another bite.