Chapter 663: Kill Zhongcun!

Zhongcun sensed something was amiss, but he did not stop.

His body had already surged forward, the Dark Gray True Qi in his palm coalesced into a mass; that palm contained the full power of the Heavenly Human Realm, bearing a resolve to completely crush Lu Zhanlian.

He was all too aware of the old man's weakness before him.

His qi and blood were waning, his lifespan nearly spent, and his whole body was riddled with flaws!

At this moment, Lu Zhanlian was, to him, meat on a cutting board, ready to be sliced at any time.

He only needed to do one simple thing: completely eliminate him and use his blood to sacrifice the recently fallen Song Ben.

Zhongcun thought of this, and felt a faint Excitement in his heart.

He has been beyond the Heavenly Human Realm for some time, yet this is his first chance to brutally slay a Heavenly Human realm opponent.

Although this Heavenly Human is already old and decrepit, offering little challenge, killing a Heavenly Human still allows him to prove his Dao.

He is the future of the Ying Kingdom; after this battle, he will rise to great fame in the martial world, becoming Shinto Munenryu's brightest new star.

Accompanied by this beautiful dream, Zhongcun's figure had already closed in on Lu Zhanlian; his palm was now less than two feet from Lu Zhanlian's chest.

He could even already feel the subtle sensation of that palm shattering the opponent's sternum.

But at the instant his palm was about to touch Lu Zhanlian, he saw the expression on Lu Zhanlian's face.

The blood-soaked, white-haired, gaunt old man at that moment had the corner of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a smile tinged with sarcasm.

In his eyes there was no fear, no Despair, only a composure like a hunter finally seeing his prey caught.

"Good timing."

Lu Zhanlian's voice was not loud, yet it cut the air like a blade.

"Traitor, meet your death!"

He moved.

In that instant his body seemed to become a sword, a re‑forged blade with exposed sharpness.

His movement was supremely fast, so fast that Zhongcun's pupils could not contract in time, and Chi Tian Yi Lang could not shout a warning.

A white flash streaked across the center of the Arena.

The flash was neither True Qi nor blade Qi, but something more pure.

It was like a beast that had lain in wait in the dark night finally opening its eyes; wherever its gaze fell, all things bowed.

The white light traced an exquisitely graceful arc in the air, bearing the fluidity and wildness of a wolf pack running under moonlight, silently swooping toward Zhongcun's neck.

Zhongcun's hair stood on end.

He could feel the power within that white light, a breath that made his very soul tremble.

He had never seen such a sword technique.

This blade before him was entirely different, as if it descended from another dimension, bearing something he could not at all comprehend.

He heard Lu Zhanlian's low growl, a sound that seemed forced from deep within his throat, carrying decades of pent‑up Anger.

"Kill‑Break Wolf Form Eleven! Divine Wolf Falling Star!"

Zhongcun's eyes widened suddenly.

He had no time to think, the white light had already slashed in front of him.

He abruptly crossed his two palms in front of him, gathering all the Dark Gray True Qi within his body into his palms, forming a thick barrier.

In that instant he felt his arms as if struck by a mountain, his bones creaking, and the massive impact shoved him back five or six feet, his feet carving two deep grooves into the Green Stone Slab.

He blocked.

Though his arms ached and tingled, and his chest surged with qi and blood, he still held the defense.

Zhongcun hadn't yet caught his breath when Lu Zhanlian's voice sounded again.

This time it was deeper than before, carrying a low hum like a wolf pack's final howl before a hunt.

"Form Twelve! Heavenly Wolf Break Army!"

The white light flared a second time, brighter and more violent than before.

The moment that flash exploded on the Arena, the temperature of the entire Training Ground dropped several degrees.

Wu Tong on the Stand gaped, Qiao Zhenyu's eyes shone terrifyingly, and everyone felt the power contained in that blade flash!

It was a level beyond the initial Heavenly Human Realm, an absolute power capable of crushing all peers.

Zhongcun's complexion turned completely pale.

He sensed the will within that white flash; it was not a contest, but a hunt.

"Block for me!"

Zhongcun roared, pressing all his Qi upward; the Dark Gray light burst on his surface like a shattered shield desperately piecing together a final defense.

He felt death so close to him for the first time.

Chi Tian Yi Lang stood at the edge of the Arena, his complexion having turned from iron‑blue to deathly white.

His eyes stared fixedly at the white blade flash on the Arena, feeling that force was crushing Zhongcun's defense in an unstoppable manner.

His throat moved, and he abruptly turned his head, shouting toward Qiao Zhenyu's direction, his voice bearing an unprecedented loss of composure.

"General Qiao! We concede! Do not kill Zhongcun!"

His voice echoed over the Training Ground, carrying a near‑pleading tremor.

Song Ben's death is just a death; although he was the Heavenly Pride of the Koga style, for the entire Ying Kingdom's martial world, losing a genius does not cause severe damage.

But Zhongcun is different; he is the beloved grandson of the Old Ryūshu of Shinto Munenryu.

That Old Ryūshu is a Half-step Martial Ancestor Level being, a figure whose word carries the weight of ten thousand in the entire Ying Kingdom's martial world.

If Zhongcun dies in Tianzhou, the entire Ying Kingdom's martial world will be shaken!

How terrifying would the Old Ryūshu's Anger be? Even someone like Chi Tian Yi Lang would not dare imagine!

But his words were already too late.

The white blade flash mercilessly struck Zhongcun.

The Dark Gray True Qi barrier he summoned with all his might was like paper in front of that blade flash, shattering at the slightest touch.

The white light pierced his arms, like a pack of hungry wolves tearing apart a weak prey, with no mercy, no restraint.

Zhongcun's body froze in place.

His eyes remained open, the pupils already dilated.

The countless blade flashes exploded inside him, like innumerable invisible swords slashing simultaneously, tearing his flesh, bone, and meridians inch by inch.

Dark red blood rain burst across the Arena.

Zhongcun's body turned into countless fragments, as if blown apart from within, scattering to every corner of the Arena.

The Training Ground fell into utter silence.

Chi Tian Yi Lang's body swayed, then his knees gave way, and with a thud he half‑knelt at the edge of the Arena.

His hands braced the ground, his head lowered, his hair hanging down to cover most of his face.

His shoulders trembled slightly, his breath was rapid and heavy, his voice came out as if squeezed from his teeth, carrying an unbelievable, world‑collapsing emptiness and bewilderment.

"Zhongcun..."

His voice was so light it seemed like he was talking to himself.

"He actually died in Tianzhou..."

On the Arena, Lu Zhanlian stood there, drenched in blood, his white hair disheveled.

His chest still rose and fell violently, his hands still trembled slightly, yet he stood upright.

He lowered his head, gazing at the bloodstains scattered on the Green Stone Slab, at the spot where Zhongcun once stood, his mouth corner twitching.

"Yong'er... Master... finally avenged you."

"I killed you!"

At that moment, Lu Zhanlian suddenly heard a roar of fury!

Boom!

It was Chi Tian Yi Lang charging at him!

"Be careful!"

Qiao Zhenyu shouted, just about to step forward.

But Lu Zhanlian's mouth corner turned slightly cold.

"Well done..."