Chapter 521: Consecutive Slashes, Six-Armed Cyan-Faced Evil Ghost, Grand Void Karma Fire

Beishuo has a trump card; this is inevitable!

After all, it has been passed down for over a hundred years, and Yang Zun has been rooted in the Four Fiefdoms for a long time. If Beishuocheng could be taken down so easily, Xia Hong's heart would instead not be so stable.

Yang Zun not appearing can be barely explained by his injuries being too heavy, but the fact that the three Manifesting Yang experts of the Yang clan don't come out to help defend the city is too unreasonable.

Combined with what Xia Chuan said, that all of the Yang clan's blood relatives were summoned into the Lord's Great Hall by Yang Zun last night, Xia Hong could almost conclude that Yang Zun, who was at the end of his rope, was definitely doing some ghost art secret method, attempting to turn the tide.

"Yang Zun only has Jade Bone aptitude, but his six-armed bone-image phantom is clearly different from ordinary people. Without an accident, it should be a factor of fusing with a ghost object. In other words, this ghost art secret method of his is highly likely related to bone images..."

In a flash, Xia Hong had already flown to the sky above the Lord's Great Hall in the center of Beishuocheng. He sniffed the bloody smell coming from the great hall below, and a sneer floated on his face.

That time at the Mirror Immortal camp fifteen years ago, he had just broken through to the Cold-Resistant level. His strength was no longer what it used to be, and the second-level iron-smelting furnace at that time had also become the current fifth-level Yang Void Tripod.

Xia Hong easily perceived that in the Lord's Great Hall below, there were only six Manifesting Yang level auras at the moment, among which the weakest one should be the heavily injured Yang Zun; the strongest one among the remaining five had an aura that appeared abnormally withered, which, without an accident, was Chu Xuankong who had lost both arms; the remaining four had three with chaotic auras, which should be the three Manifesting Yang experts who fled from the North Gate and South Gate; the most normal one stood beside Chu Xuankong, clearly the Chen Cang person who was not responsible for defending the city.

"Willing to lose the city gate just to do such a thing, let's see how much of a stir you can make..."

Xia Hong pondered for a sentence, then was about to rush down, but suddenly perceived something, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he stopped his movements.

"Lord Xia, since you have already taken the city, why must you still kill them all?"

A total of five people flew out of the hall. The old man in the lead had a pale face, and two empty sleeves hung from his shoulders. The four who followed behind the old man were all middle-aged.

Hearing Chu Xuankong's words, Xia Hong did not pay attention to him, but his gaze flickered, looking at the Lord's Great Hall behind him, then laughed lightly: "You are helping Yang Zun drag out time, right?"

Having his intentions broken by Xia Hong, Chu Xuankong's face sank, and he said coldly: "Lord Xia, although Does Does Da Xia's strength is indeed not bad now, it is not quite enough to look at in front of my Chen Cang. This old man advises..."

"Whether Chen Cang's strength is strong or not, I am not very clear, but I can be sure that many people in Chen Cang are very base."

Interrupted by Xia Hong, Chu Xuankong's expression stagnated. Knowing that he was talking about the Milk Tiger Forest matter, he was speechless for a while and couldn't say a word.

"Bold! My Chen Cang is the honor of the fiefdom; how can you be presumptuous!"

It was Chu Renjie, a disciple of his own clan who followed behind him, who shouted angrily immediately upon hearing Xia Hong insult the fiefdom.

Chu Qingshan also followed closely, sneering: "The humble land of the Southern Foothills, ignorant of the prosperity of my fiefdom, here barking wildly..."

Swish!

Chu Qingshan's final word "barking" ultimately did not come out.

Because Xia Hong suddenly raised the Long Que Dao, drew a strong blade, broke through the air, and slashed directly across his neck.

Xia Hong did not hold back. Before waving the knife, the blood-colored Saint Mark between his eyebrows had already appeared. With 117 jun of giant strength, even a blade tip slashed casually was not something Chu Qingshan, with his mere 8 jun of strength, could block.

The blade tip crossed his neck, and Chu Qingshan's face didn't even have any changes. He only felt a chill on his neck, and then saw his own body, and finally his consciousness was completely extinguished.

"You..."

Chu Xuankong, Chu Renjie, and the other two Manifesting Yang experts from Chen Cang looked at Chu Qingshan's headless corpse and were instantly stunned.

It wasn't that no one died among the Manifesting Yang experts who came to the Southern Foothills with them; for example, many died on the night of the Milk Tiger Forest. However, at that time, they were ashamed to loot a minor child, so they didn't report the name of Chen Cang.

It was different now. Chu Xuankong had just publicly stated the name of Chen Cang, yet Xia Hong had no fear at all and still killed someone directly.

"Just relying on you few, you are worthy of talking to me about the honor of the fiefdom? Chen Cang's strength is strong, but is it you who are strong?"

Xia Hong looked down at the Lord's Great Hall below, his pupils condensed slightly, and then without talking nonsense, he directly rushed toward Chu Xuankong and the four.

Pfft...

This was not a battlefield. Chu Xuankong and the four were probably shocked by Xia Hong's sudden killing just now, and actually didn't land at the first moment. Xia Hong suddenly rushed over again. Among the four, only Chu Renjie, who was in a normal state, had time to dodge.

Chu Renjie didn't just care about his own escape, but pushed Chu Xuankong, who had lost both arms, violently. The two, one left and one right, narrowly avoided Xia Hong's knife.

But the remaining two didn't have such good luck.

Xia Hong's blade tip directly impaled the skull of one of them. The other one thought he had escaped death and his face just showed joy, but he didn't expect Xia Hong's left hand to be as fast as lightning, actually directly capturing him.

Pfft... crack...

One pull, one slash, Xia Hong's movements were crisp and neat. The joy on the second person's face hadn't even disappeared before his body was directly slashed into two halves, and his consciousness was completely extinguished.

"Run quickly..."

Chu Xuankong finally recognized reality. Realizing that he was highly likely unable to run, he actually shouted angrily at his nephew Chu Renjie and regardless of anything else, directly rushed toward Xia Hong.

"You also want to save people!"

Watching this uncle and nephew, one fleeing and one fighting, Xia Hong actually had the illusion that he had become a villain. But an illusion was ultimately just an illusion. He didn't intend to let anyone go, directly turning his body to chase after Chu Renjie.

Even in his prime, Chu Xuankong was not Xia Hong's opponent, let alone the fact that his arms were crippled now, and five or six percent of his strength was gone. Even if he took out a desperate spirit, his speed was not at all on the same level as Xia Hong's.

Let alone Chu Renjie. He only had 7 jun of strength, even worse than Chu Qingshan who had just died. Even if his reaction was fast enough and he fled rapidly, Xia Hong still crushed to his back in an instant.

The blade tip attacked, and the breath of death poured into his nasal cavity. Chu Renjie's heart finally rose with deep regret—regret that he shouldn't have gone to the Milk Tiger Forest, shouldn't have gone against Does Does Da Xia, and shouldn't even have come to the Southern Foothills.

Pfft...

It was a pity that everything was too late!

The last five Manifesting Yang experts remaining in the Southern Foothills from Chen Cang were killed until only one Chu Xuankong remained in less than ten breaths.

Chu Xuankong missed his strike, seeing his nephew die before his eyes. A trace of abnormal crimson color rushed onto his pale face. He stared fixedly at Xia Hong and roared: "Killing the descendants of the Fangbo lineage is the number one crime in the four fiefdoms of the Mo Ao River. No matter how strong your Does Does Da Xia is, it is only enough to be a king and hegemon in a corner of the Southern Foothills. This old man is waiting, waiting for you to come and be buried with us!"

"Heh..."

Xia Hong directly sneered. When he was in the Linchu County City the year before last, he had heard this unreasonable law of the Mo Ao River and had scoffed at it at the time. How could Chu Xuankong now try to scare him with this?

"Today, even if that Fangbo of yours comes, he can't protect you!"

Xia Hong snorted coldly, his body suddenly rushed forward, and in an instant, he stood in front of Chu Xuankong. The blade tip pulled by the Long Que Dao galloped out, directly crossing Chu Xuankong's waist, dividing him into two completely.

Zing...

After killing, Xia Hong gently shook off the blood on the blade tip, then looked down at the great hall below and said slowly: "The acting is almost done, come out!"

Whoosh...

As the words fell, a heavy breath immediately came from the great hall.

Chhh...

Then it was a monstrous cyan smoke that suddenly sprayed out from the main gate and the four windows of the great hall. That cyan smoke was shockingly thick, covering the entire great hall in less than two or three breaths.

Not only that, after the cyan smoke covered the great hall, it was actually still climbing step by step, instantly raising another hundred meters, almost spreading to Xia Hong's body before it stopped growing.

By the time the cyan smoke stopped growing, its coverage had already reached a radius of two or three li. Not to mention the Lord's Great Hall, almost the entire central urban area of Beishuocheng was covered.

"You knew I was doing it on purpose?"

Above the smoke, Xia Hong perceived that a behemoth was slowly recovering in the cyan smoke, and his pupils condensed slightly for a moment. Hearing Yang Zun's low inquiry, he laughed lightly: "Isn't it just wanting me to kill Chu Xuankong and these few Fangbo lineage descendants, so as to completely forge a grudge with Chen Cang..."

Speaking of this, Xia Hong paused and continued: "From the very beginning of the city attack, I knew you had already recovered. You spent so many blood relatives to feed that ghost object in your bone image, and you have a chance?"

"Ah!"

Whoosh...

Yang Zun's roar, mixed with a trace of sorrow, had just entered his ears when two huge cyan palms broke through the smoke and suddenly grabbed toward Xia Hong's body.

Clang...

Xia Hong appeared not to have put Yang Zun in his eyes, but his heart had long been focused on the behemoth in the cyan smoke. The moment the two giant palms attacked, he directly parried with his knife, and a powerful heat wave instantly erupted from his body.

Boom...

As the heat wave rose, the sky full of cyan smoke instantly sizzled. The cyan smoke actually seemed to have been ignited, starting to burn out of thin air and constantly spreading in all directions, soon spreading outward for nearly a hundred meters. ===== CHAPTER 522 =====