Chapter 282: Is Xu Ling a Qi-Blood Martial Artist?

The manor was in a state of utter disarray.

All the invading Blood Clan had died.

Their bodies condensed into Blood Beads and fell into Lin Chao's hands.

The protective barrier had fallen, and the manor was in a state of utter disarray everywhere.

Most of the people in the manor were unharmed, having sustained only minor injuries.

Only one person was rather unlucky; seeing the aircraft, he jumped from the building and broke his leg.

At this moment, in the manor, the shock on Huang Hun's face had not yet dissipated, making his youthful face appear somewhat numb.

Huang Zhongqian stood to one side, looking toward the collapsed Building in the distance.

He spoke, "Mr. Xu Ling... has likely killed Zhang Yuanmou."

The scene from just a moment ago lingered in his mind, unable to be cast aside.

Who could have imagined that someone would wield a sword and slice through modern fighter jets as if they were cutting up melons and vegetables?

Huang Hun also looked toward the Building in the distance, his heart stirred.

Is this what a martial artist is?

Is this what a powerhouse is?

That kind of method, that kind of strength that viewed an army as nothing, was enviable.

Huang Hun had also not expected that the quiet, taciturn Mr. Xu Ling would be this strong.

Ji Hongyang also sighed, his feelings a complex mix.

He wondered if he had been too timid when he was negotiating terms during their previous transaction.

Just then, a tall, upright figure appeared.

With a movement of Lin Chao's hand, the sword fell into Huang Zhongqian's hand.

"Zhang Yuanmou has been executed," Lin Chao said calmly.

To the people of this world, Zhang Yuanmou was an ambitious hero, someone standing at the very pinnacle.

To Lin Chao, however, he was nothing at all.

Huang Hun took a deep breath, looked at Lin Chao, and bowed earnestly: "Many thanks to you, sir, for saving my life."

The people present bowed one after another.

"Many thanks to you, sir, for saving my life."

In their eyes, this Mr. Xu Ling was extraordinarily powerful, counting as a human-shaped nuclear weapon.

Huang Zhongqian took a deep breath.

With Zhang Yuanmou dead, the landscape of the Eighteen Provinces would certainly change drastically.

He looked at Lin Chao and suddenly spoke: "Please, sir, take charge of the overall situation; I, Huang Zhongqian, am willing to serve you!"

This was an opportunity.

With Xu Ling's strength, coupled with his own naval support, they could quickly swallow up the troops and territory left behind by Zhang Yuanmou.

Relying on Zhang Yuanmou's power base, it would be easy for Xu Ling to force the other two warlords into submission.

By then, the world would once again be an era of great unification.

Xu Ling would ascend the throne and become Emperor.

He, Huang Zhongqian, would also have the merit of supporting the new ruler.

Watching Huang Zhongqian, Lin Chao's thoughts drifted back.

He could not help but recall the old subordinates of Wu An in the Wu Kingdom; the way they looked at him was just like this.

He had already been an Emperor, and he had no interest in becoming one again.

"My ambitions do not lie here," Lin Chao said, refusing Huang Zhongqian.

Huang Zhongqian felt somewhat disappointed.

However, facing Xu Ling, he dared not say anything more.

"I will leave Linhai City tomorrow; I cannot personally protect you, but the three-year agreement remains valid."

Lin Chao looked at Huang Hun, "The Sword of the Huang Dao shall remain by your side to protect you on my behalf.

In three years, I will take the sword back."

Lin Chao spoke, his expression carefree.

"Sir, you wish to leave?" Huang Hun sighed inwardly.

The people present looked at Lin Chao, their hearts also filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Too many things had happened recently.

Just within the last few minutes, they had experienced the threat of death and then the survival after a catastrophe.

Now, even Zhang Yuanmou was dead.

These Eighteen Provinces would certainly fall into turmoil.

And now, Mr. Xu Ling was about to leave.

"Sir, do you intend to go to Wang City?" Huang Zhongqian suddenly thought of the key point.

The only thing that could occupy Xu Ling's mind was the Golden Cloud Sword Technique.

The Golden Cloud Sword Technique was exactly what Huang Zhongqian had obtained from Wang City.

Lin Chao nodded without saying more.

"Sir saved my life, yet I, Huang Hun, have no way to repay you; I am deeply ashamed," Huang Hun felt a sense of guilt.

He felt deep gratitude toward Xu Ling.

Lin Chao did not respond.

The kindness he owed Lao Huangtou, as well as the kindness of Ji Hongyang helping him fish it out from the sea, was enough to repay with these.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Wang City." Lin Chao finished speaking and turned to leave.

In the vast manor, Huang Hun, Huang Zhongqian, Yang Feng, Zhang He, and others looked at Lin Chao's back, expressions of admiration appearing in their eyes.

"Uncle, is Mr. Xu Ling... really a Genetic Warrior?" Having escaped death, Huang Hun had now regained his composure.

Thinking back on it now, he felt that Xu Ling's combat power just now was excessively strong.

Can a Genetic Warrior really achieve this level?

Huang Zhongqian took a deep breath: "Mr. Xu Ling's methods are not those of a Genetic Warrior, but rather..."

Huang Zhongqian recalled the records concerning the Qi-Blood Martial Dao.

In the end, those methods of Xu Ling were extremely similar to the Innate Experts in the Qi-Blood Martial Dao.

Even stronger.

"An Innate Expert of the Qi-Blood Martial Dao!" Huang Zhongqian spoke.

Once the words were out, those present were astonished.

"Is there still anyone who can practice the Qi-Blood Martial Dao now?" Huang Hun was shocked, but subsequently calmed down.

The Qi-Blood Martial Dao is severed; this is recorded in the classics.

Saint Emperor Yusu severed the path of the Qi-Blood Martial Dao to fight for a glimmer of survival for the world.

Nowadays, there are no more Qi-Blood martial artists in the world.

Except for the ancients, the bodies of modern people simply cannot embark on the Qi-Blood Martial Dao.

Suddenly, Huang Hun glanced at the Sword of the Yellow Dao in his own hand, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

He walked closer to Huang Zhongqian and asked in a low voice.

"Uncle, the Sword of the Yellow Dao wasn't blood-red at the beginning, right?"

Huang Zhongqian nodded: "Mm."

"The Sword of the Yellow Dao was gifted by the founder to an old friend... Chang Sheng Sanren, right?"

"Mm... Chang Sheng... Sanren?" A terrifying thought also permeated Huang Zhongqian's mind.

Recalling the Martial Emperor Seven-Section Sword, the shock in Huang Zhongqian's heart was even greater.

The identity of this Xu Ling was even more like a mystery.

"Let's stop here," Huang Zhongqian said. "We must not speculate recklessly about Mr. Xu Ling's identity."

In fact, Huang Zhongqian already somewhat believed that even if this Mr. Xu Ling was not Chang Sheng Sanren, he had a great connection to that Chang Sheng Sanren.

He had already decided that after returning, he must consult the ancient books.

He would take a look at the records concerning Chang Sheng Sanren, or perhaps, whether the name Xu Ling had ever appeared in history.

If... it had.

Huang Zhongqian could not imagine it, his heart filled with excitement.

At this moment, the news of Zhang Yuanmou's death swept across the whole world like a storm.

Regarding Zhang Yuanmou's death, there were many different opinions.

Some said that Huang Zhongqian had learned immortal arts and used them to Slay Zhang Yuanmou.

Others said that Zhang Yuanmou had been with ten women in one night, lacked physical strength, and finally bled to death.

Others said that a Legendary martial artist had taken action and Slayed Zhang Yuanmou.

The heads of the major forces in the world all had a thick layer of data on their desks at this very moment.

On the data, there were pictures and text.

A martial artist named Xu Ling had appeared in the attention of the upper-level forces.

Unfortunately, apart from knowing Xu Ling's appearance and part of his combat power, they knew nothing about other information regarding Xu Ling.

Many spies headed to Linhai City one after another.

Of course, this news only circulated among the high-level circles.

As for ordinary people, most still thought Zhang Yuanmou died from being with ten women in one night.

Or, most people did not even know the news of Zhang Yuanmou's death.

At this moment, in Wang City, outside Tianyun Residential District.

Lin Chao was in a Green Robe, his gaze calm.

"Thank you, driver," he said to the taxi driver and got out of the taxi.

Wang City is not big, belonging to the type of third or fourth-tier city.

This city is relatively remote in geographical location, situated in the southwest, far from the intersection of the three major warlord forces, and is rarely affected by the ravages of war, so it also appears exceptionally peaceful and quiet.

On the road, there were a few pedestrians walking.

At the corner of the alley, one could still see some little thugs with dyed hair and tattoos.

Lin Chao followed the place pointed out by the map and walked to a dilapidated bookstore.

However, this bookstore was closed, and a sign was hanging on it with the four large characters "Shop for Transfer" written on it, and contact information was also placed on it.

According to what Huang Zhongqian said, his Golden Cloud Sword Technique manual was accidentally found in this bookstore.

Lin Chao wanted to find the true origin of the Golden Cloud Sword Technique, so he came here.

Looking at the tightly shut door, he took out his flip phone and dialed the number left on the door.

"Yes, I am Mr. Jiang. You are interested in the bookstore?

You wait a moment, I will be there immediately."

(End of this chapter)