Chapter 68: National Dynasty Suppressor 2

The entire county town, including the ten-li radius surrounding it, witnessed this heavenly thunderclap!

Xu Yuan had just refined the "pork skin jelly" he'd eaten, and now felt an itch to shed his skin again.

Wanted to get beaten by his stepmother... ah no, wanted to molt.

A thunderous boom! Xu Yuan hurried to the door to check, his face instantly filled with envy: "Impressive!"

"Truly worthy of the old lord from the Filth-Quelling Bureau!"

Moments later, the lightning faded, leaving only the sound of heavy rain pouring down across heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a roar full of hatred erupted fiercely from the direction of the county yamen.

Immediately following, a terrifying ten-zhang tall figure rose up from within the county yamen!

Chen Liangxuan shouted: "Master Ji, I entrust this to you!"

Master Ji nodded solemnly, picked up the iron sword and iron hat from the table, hoisted the iron horse beside him, leaped out of the "Xu Chun She," and sprinted away into the rain.

Inside the county yamen, Yan Lao gazed up at the ten-zhang tall terrifying anomaly, his heart filled with despair.

Chen Liangxuan's move was extremely sudden; the moment the three-year-old child appeared, it sealed off the entire county yamen, preventing their plea for help from being sent.

They could only rely on themselves to fight this dreadful anomaly.

But with the current state of the four of them, how much longer could they hold out?

However, when Yan Lao turned his head, he saw that Ma Tianshou, who had just looked so solemn, now seemed to feel a bit more at ease!

Yan Lao asked in confusion: "Old lord, what is this..."

Ma Tianshou raised his pair of white eyebrows and said: "The unknown is the most terrifying. Once Chen Liangxuan reveals his final move, we will know how to respond."

How can we respond to this? You've even brought out the official seal...

Ma Tianshou suddenly reached behind him into the empty void and tore something away.

Rrrrip—

The paper talisman was torn apart, revealing a faint character "Hidden" on it.

A guillotine blade emerged.

The gleaming blade was one zhang long, with a thick body two chi wide!

The tail of the guillotine was cast in yellow brass into the shape of a ferocious, vicious dog's head.

"Dog-Head Guillotine!" Yan Lao cried out in shock. The old lord was actually hiding such a powerful "National Dynasty Suppressor"!

His first reaction was reproach: We struggled so hard just now, yet you wouldn't bring it out.

But immediately followed by wild praise: "Truly worthy of the old lord!"

Just now, if Chen Liangxuan had been prepared, it would have been impossible to completely behead this evil spirit!

Chen Liangxuan knew the old lord was a Sixth-Rank Literary Cultivator and must have prepared a method capable of slaying a Sixth-Rank.

And the old lord had guessed this as well, so he had been holding back a trump card all along.

Ma Tianshou and Chen Liangxuan were locked in a battle of wits and courage, truly a match of equals.

"Execute—"

Ma Tianshou let out a fierce shout, strode forward, gripped the blade's handle with both hands, and heaved the guillotine up with force.

"Zing!"

A flash of gleaming sword light cut through the heavy rain.

That ten-zhang tall evil spirit was captured by some powerful rule-based force, its movements severely restricted, and it was involuntarily thrown beneath the guillotine!

It roared in fury, struggling with all its might.

Immediately, a tremendous commotion erupted.

The Dog-Head Guillotine began to shake because of it.

But the old lord's hands were steady; he held the guillotine high. As long as the blade did not fall, this rule-based force would continue to take effect!

Two hundred years ago, the Canal Bureau, modeling after the old Song Dynasty's Bao Longtu, crafted three guillotines: the Dragon-Head, Tiger-Head, and Dog-Head.

They were specifically for beheading the "grass-topped gods" in various regions who "refused to submit to royal civilization" during the canal construction process.

It is said the craftsmanship records for the guillotines originated from the Dragon God of the Canal!

Originally, only the Shanhe Bureau was qualified to use these three guillotines. But over the past two hundred years, the craftsmanship records have scattered; both the Demon-Slaying Army and the Filth-Quelling Bureau possess the Dog-Head and Tiger-Head guillotines.

Everyone forged and used their own.

Only the craftsmanship records for the "Dragon-Head Guillotine" remain the highest secret of the Canal Bureau; even when the Imperial Astronomical Bureau requested them, they could not obtain them.

Moreover, over the past two hundred years, only one "Dragon-Head Guillotine" has been forged!

When Ma Tianshou came out this time, he brought few subordinates, but as the Deputy Commander of the Southern Jiaozhi Office, Ma Tianshou was extremely shrewd—he quietly took the Southern Office's Dog-Head Guillotine, concealed it with the "Hidden" talisman, and kept it unknown to anyone.

Since the matter to be handled this time involved Ghost Wushan, Ma Tianshou naturally exercised extra caution.

Watching as that ten-zhang anomaly was suppressed by the Dog-Head Guillotine, Yan Lao, for some reason, twitched his finger, causing the beads on his abacus to move.

The result of the calculation made Yan Lao's eyebrows knit into a "川" character.

Why, even after deploying the "Dog-Head Guillotine," this "National Dynasty Suppressor," does the future still appear dark and uncertain?

The "calculation method" is not fortune-telling, but Yan Lao, a Seventh-Rank, could indeed use the calculation method to roughly glimpse the "trend" of the future.

Above the Dog-Head Guillotine, the mysterious rule-based force being released and the ten-zhang anomaly were locked in a tug-of-war that had reached its final stage; the ten-zhang tall "Fu Dong Tianwang" was now less than five zhang away from the Dog-Head Guillotine.

Wild winds rose all around, blowing countless raindrops like hidden weapons shooting in all directions.

In the unseen realm, it seemed as if a "Divine Envoy" used a giant hand to press down on the ten-zhang anomaly, forcing its head toward the Dog-Head Guillotine!

Ma Tianshou, vigorous despite his age, with white eyebrows and white hair dancing in the gale, eyes wide with fury, held the gleaming guillotine high with both hands, waiting for the anomaly to submit, ready to fiercely behead that strange head!

Yet a thread of unease lingered in Yan Lao's heart, so he remained secretly on guard.

Suddenly, amidst the torrential rain and wild wind, a clear white line appeared, rushing forward with a rapid *ta-ta-ta* sound.

The sensation was as if the great river's floodwaters had breached the dikes, and suddenly a "water-riding dragon" emerged, the dragon breaking through the water to advance.

"The change has indeed come!" Yan Lao shouted inwardly, calculating swiftly without the slightest hesitation.

He was not calculating whether he could stop the approaching person, but rather how he should block them.

At this moment, the calculation result held no meaning; whether he could stop them or not, it was his unshirkable duty!

The calculating rods flew out, setting an ambush in mid-air beforehand, then Yan Lao stood firm in the storm, holding the final rod in his hand.

*Ta-ta-ta*—

The intruder shattered the rain curtain, moving as fast as lightning, with fearless momentum, pressing forward without looking back!

Yan Lao's calculation was correct; as the intruder stepped down, the first calculating rod hidden in the puddle rose up, thrusting at the intruder's sole.

The intruder felt nothing; the rod was crushed directly underfoot!

The second rod emerged from the rain curtain on the left, stabbing at the old man's left knee.

*Crack! *

The rod struck true, yet it exploded into fragments on the intruder's skin.

The third, the fourth...

All of Yan Lao's hidden rods hit their marks, yet they caused no harm to the intruder.

The intruder was like a vicious dragon in the water, riding the wind and waves as they advanced, smashing all obstacles to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, that person had rushed to the front; Yan Lao took a deep breath and thrust the rod in his hand, aiming at the opponent's right eye.

The intruder merely pushed with one hand, and Yan Lao was sent flying.

"A sixth-rank Wu Xiu!" Yan Lao spat blood, finally discerning the opponent's strength: "But their vital energy has already declined; they must be nearing the end of their lifespan, their strength having slipped to a state between the sixth and seventh ranks."

However, Wu Xiu are too formidable in direct, brute-force assaults; Yan Lao simply could not stop the opponent.

Among the Seven Great Sects, only Wu Xiu experience a decline in strength after growing old and frail.

If Master Ji could still fully exert sixth-rank strength, he would not have been willing to accompany Master Chen into retirement and return to his hometown.

Having passed Yan Lao's trial, Master Ji threw the items in his hand in rapid succession.

Iron horse, iron sword, iron hat.

*Woo-woo*, they flew into the hands of the Ten-Zhang Evil Spirit.

Suddenly, the iron horse "came alive"; with a neigh, it grew to eleven or twelve zhang in height, breathing fire from its nostrils.

The Ten-Zhang Evil Spirit mounted the horse and held the sword; the iron hat fell onto its head, also adjusting to fit its size.

Once the iron hat was on its head, a special power surged forth, clashing with the "Dog Head Guillotine," making it impossible to pull the Evil Spirit away!

The Ten-Zhang Evil Spirit lifted the reins; the iron horse breathed fire and reared up on its hind legs. The Evil Spirit raised the iron sword high and brought it down in a single slash!

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