Chapter 32

Night had fallen, and the Four Seas Hall was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers everywhere, sweeping away the tragedy and ruin of the previous days.

Although many buildings in the hall were still ruins burned by lightning and fire, there were still sword and saber marks left from yesterday on the railings and pillars, and many dark bloodstains were still hidden in the corners of walls and under the steps.

But at this moment, the heroic, sorrowful, and solemn atmosphere of yesterday had gradually dissipated, and there was more of the joy of victory.

The reinforcements who had rushed over from various major sects were full of joy, but the heroes who had experienced that battle were somewhat silent. Bai Yuanliang, the Iron Fist of Guanxi, raised his cup at the banquet and boasted: "Those Twelve Yuan Chen were nothing but petty villains, why are they worth mentioning? Earlier, the Tiger-Eating Chengwu Shenjun led the ghosts of the Nether Palace to attack, and I also followed the great hero Hong Sihai to fight and block them."

"In that battle, I killed several ghosts with my own hands, and was fighting the Hanged Ghost among the Ghosts of the Nether Palace until the sun and moon lost their light..."

"... Earlier, there was a petty person named Qian Chen who took advantage of the situation to sneak attack and kill the Ghost-Eating Chengwu Shenjun, stealing the limelight from the old hero Hong... I saw at a glance that the one surnamed Qian was not a good thing. Sure enough, not long after, Senior Smiling Maitreya, who was undercover among the Twelve Yuan Chen, was plotted against. At that time, he was the only one not present, so I stepped forward to question him."

"This person could not explain, so he left in a panic. He didn't even attend today's victory banquet... This person is deep in schemes, snatching credit and power. If he isn't the Dragon Head... who would believe it?"

"If it weren't for the High Monk Kongming saying that there was no evidence after all, I, Old Bai, would have been the first to step forward and keep him here."

"How could he be allowed to leave so easily..."

"Brother speaks well!" Someone loudly echoed: "Hall Master Hong led the heroes to kill seven or eight out of ten of the Twelve Yuan Chen who came to attack, and Brother Bai also made a great contribution. I think Brother Bai should not be the Iron Fist of Guanxi; this is the Iron Fist that shakes the Shandong and Lin-Hai, and Shandong and Guanxi are both the Central Plains. Brother defeated the Nether Palace, so what does it count to call you the Iron Fist of the Central Plains?"

"Iron Fist of the Central Plains!" Someone cheered.

Bai Yuanliang looked proud, but on the surface, he still pushed it away: "In the end, it is still the leadership merit of the old hero Hong. But if it weren't for my righteous words, wouldn't this credit have been stolen by some petty person? I'm afraid it would even allow the Dragon Head to whitewash his identity and endanger the martial arts world even more in the future!"

Kang Kang Qian Deng sat at the table next to them, listening to these words, feeling that he could swallow less and less, and put down his chopsticks in anger.

He just wanted to stand up and argue, but was pulled by Li Qianqiu, who shook his head slightly at him, pressed him onto the seat, and whispered: "Young Master Kang, if you go to argue again, you won't be able to explain anything clearly to such petty people. Later, if you want to clarify for Mr. Qian, you still have to let Hall Master Hong and High Monk Kongming explain it clearly."

"But these kinds of slanderous words... even if the two seniors explain, it will still..."

"Sigh! Who told Mr. Qian to have no foundation? Suddenly becoming famous will inevitably lead to slander by petty people. When Mr. Qian does a few great things in the future and makes friends with many heroes, the rumors will naturally break without being attacked."

Qian Chen's footsteps slowly arrived under the huge archway of the Four Seas Hall. At this time, it was dark, and there were few people on the street.

The Four Seas Hall was holding a victory banquet, and it was lively inside. Even the few disciples of the Four Seas Hall guarding the door were somewhat distracted. After Huang Yuhan died, the Four Seas Hall seemed to have lost that breath.

It was no longer the tight defense and cautious rules that Qian Chen had seen before.

Next time, if there were villains like the Twelve Yuan Chen who wanted to attack here, there would be no need to go to such great lengths.

Qian Chen wore a snake-phase mask and walked in from the main gate of the Four Seas Hall. The few disciples guarding the door had already collapsed on the ground, unconscious. "Sleep for a while!"

"When you wake up the next day, I suppose the world will have changed."

Qian Chen had long ago figured out all the secret sentries, eyes, and mechanism layouts of the Four Seas Hall inside and out yesterday. He walked into this dangerous place just like going home, strolling leisurely. Wherever he went, no one could make a sound. Often, as soon as they smelled a scent, their heads would spin, and they would faint.

Until Qian Chen walked familiarly to the Wuhu Hall, the hall was lively and noisy, and the martial arts people who were celebrating still did not notice anything.

Qian Chen inserted the Seven Kill Banner at the door, and with both hands, he cast one spiritual talisman after another in succession. Some were ambushed at the door, some were hidden under the steps, some were pasted on the pillars, and some simply flew to the eaves, the roof, and were pasted on the beams.

Qian Chen took out the Spirit Light Mirror and projected the scene inside the hall at the door.

He determined the seats of everyone in the hall one by one, confirmed the cultivation, position, habits, and even the current state of the masters of the major sects who came to help, and then raised the Flying Cloud Pocket. First, he went to the Medicine Treasure Hall that Huang Yuhan had taken him to, unfolded the Flying Cloud Pocket into rolling cloud energy, rolled up countless medicinal materials, flicked out a True Fire Talisman, and flicked out a Spirit Rain Talisman. Water and fire helped each other, and with the rolling cloud energy steaming, he steamed out the medicinal properties of the countless medicinal materials, and then combined them one by one.

Then he took back the Flying Cloud Pocket, sat in meditation to adjust his breath, and restored his internal strength.

Qian Chen returned to the outside of the Wuhu Hall and turned the Soul-Binding Rope into a black snake, which quietly climbed onto the beams of the Wuhu Hall.

Looking at the lively scene of wine and food below through the Spirit Light Mirror, Bai Yuanliang was there spouting nonsense, and Qian Chen did not react. Everything was ready. Strands of smoke slowly drifted in from the door cracks, eaves, and tile gaps everywhere in the Wuhu Hall, falling on the wine and food, on everyone's noses, and between their breathing and on their skin.

Except for the grandmaster-level experts who needed to bypass the protective Qi, the medicinal properties slowly sneaked in, and the other small fries were quickly drugged by Qian Chen.

Qian Chen tidied up the green shirt on his body, straightened the bronze snake-phase mask, and walked up the white jade steps of the Wuhu Hall step by step like this, pushed open the hall door, and the noise of a moment poured out, setting off the quietness of other places in the Four Seas Hall, where even the chirping of insects and birds could not be heard, making it even more eerie.

Someone heard the sound of opening the door and looked back subconsciously, so scared that their chopsticks fell. The whole person was stunned in place.

People at the side table saw his look of having lost his soul, and they all looked back. As a result, some of them wanted to scream, but they all found that they had no strength in their bodies and could only watch Qian Chen walk into the hall easily.

Because the hall was very full, Qian Chen could not be seen from the main hall at all, so Qian Chen walked all the way without being seen by the people in the hall.

He was like a tiger clearing the street, and wherever he passed, a piece of silence fell.

Kang Kang Qian Deng sat in the front position of the main hall, feeling a bit tasteless. Suddenly, he found that the sound in the hall was much smaller, and gradually there was no sound in the back.

At this time, someone made a half-suffocated "oh-oh" sound. This performance of losing the ability to speak due to too much fear made Kang Kang Qian Deng a little curious. He turned his head to look, but it was Bai Yuanliang sitting at the table behind him, who looked up unintentionally and saw the back. Instantly, the whole person became stiff, and the fear on his face didn't even need to be looked at; it was overflowing.

Kang Kang Qian Deng looked in the direction of Bai Yuanliang's gaze...

A shadow wearing a bronze snake-phase mask and dressed in green was slowly drifting from behind. Wherever he passed, the noisy sounds disappeared.

The moonlight shone in along the hall door he opened, bright and strange. The glowing brilliance seemed to be reflected by a glass mirror, and the person bathed in it and walked in. The green clothes were so green that they seemed to drip, even more moving.

"Ride... ride... Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun!" Someone said miserably.

Qian Chen had already arrived in front of the main hall and entered everyone's eyes. He passed by Bai Yuanliang. Perhaps it was intentional. When he passed by Bai Yuanliang, he paused his footsteps. A dripping sound of water came from Bai Yuanliang's lower body, and a yellow, turbid liquid flowed along his calves to the ground.

He had actually been scared to pee.

"Demon, how dare you!" Someone slapped the table and stood up...

Then with a "thump," he fell onto the table. Some people also subconsciously reached for the swords at their sides. When their hands touched the swords, they found that they couldn't even move a finger.

A grandmaster of the Nanhai Sword Sect suddenly raised his sword. The sword light was extremely fast and sharp, but he fell down when he was a few steps away from Qian Chen.

The Kunlun Sect's Two-Yi Sword Formation suddenly turned into a wooden chicken sword formation, and could only use their eyes to attack Qian Chen.

The old master of the Tang Sect was the first to notice that something was wrong. The grandmasters at his table were not poisoned. Immediately, five grandmasters attacked together. The Tang family's divine weapon, Flying Swallow, suddenly slid out a silver light, transformed into countless silver streamers, and attacked Qian Chen from all kinds of incredible angles. Those countless flying swallows were like a silver rain.

In Qian Chen's hand, a crystal clear light flashed.

Old Master Tang only felt a chill all over his body, and those countless flying swallows were frozen and stayed in the void.

Even retaining the light and shadow of flying past...

Old Master Tang's body had stiffened, and he could only move his eyeballs to show his inner shock.

The head of the Shaolin Bodhidharma Hall, Master Kongbei, who had cultivated the Vajra Indestructible Body, flew up. With one hand, the Great Bright Fist, he smashed at Qian Chen's heart; the Wang family's Heavenly Secret Sword Technique, calculated without any mistakes, calculated all of Qian Chen's data in his heart, and stabbed out with one sword, pointing directly at the thirty-six flaws of Qian Chen's whole body; the Lei family's Thunderbolt Divine Fire was released, and every gunpowder was no less than the thunder fire released by the God Lord Time with the help of divine weapons; Sword Lord Yingqing's curved saber was like being hidden under the nine lands, and the saber was like coming from above the nine heavens.

At this time, a rolling black wind and evil spirit blew in from the door, blocking the sight of Hong Sihai, Master Elder Wan Shi, and the other two newly arrived grandmasters in an instant.

Qian Chen's whole body was golden, and he added three layers of Jin Gang Talisman to one hand, grabbed Master Kongbei's fist with one claw, and twisted the other hand a few times, changing the thirty-six flaws seven times, leaving the head of the Wang family standing in place, recalculating with his fingers. The rolling black wind and evil spirit blew up a talisman hidden on the pillar at the door and blew it in front of the Lei family grandmaster.

That thin Yin Thunder Talisman exploded, and the Lei family grandmaster was shocked unconscious.

All the gunpowder was also worn away by the evil spirit and turned into nothingness.

Qian Chen smashed a hammer on Master Kongbei's forehead. With a "clang" of the Jin Gang Indestructible Body, Master Kongbei was released by Qian Chen, walked crookedly seven steps on the open ground, and fell down.

Sword Lord had already grasped Qian Chen's fatal flaw. The saber light flashed, and from an incredible place, it swept across Qian Chen's throat.

Yingqing smiled slightly and just wanted to hide the saber, but found that the divine weapon curved saber in his hand had disappeared.

The head of the Wang family was sweating profusely and calculating there, Old Master Tang stood stiffly in place, the Lei family grandmaster and Master Kongbei lay on the ground, one head resting on the other's leg, one head resting on the other's butt.

Relatively speaking, the Lei family grandmaster was at a disadvantage, because the butt of the Jin Gang Indestructible Body was very hard, making his head uncomfortable.

Yingqing stayed in place, as if still thinking—where is my saber?

Qian Chen's Dragon Sparrow Ring was still on his wrist...

He walked slowly past these people. The master of the Shuiyue Nunnery, Fan Huiming, attacked with a sword. The power of a grandmaster, the divine weapon Shuiyue Sword in her hand was like the bright moon in the sky, sprinkling a strand of silver brilliance, instantly piercing through the heavy black wind, and came to Qian Chen. She unfolded a sword, and no one could describe the style of that sword, like a mirror flower and water moon, stabbing at the mirror flower and water moon...

Huh?

Fan Huiming watched her Shuiyue Sword pierce through the body of the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun, but it emitted a faint ripple, like water ripples.

Qian Chen had already used a black long hook to hook the Shuiyue Sword. With one hook and one lift, Fan Huiming had obediently put down the Shuiyue Sword and let a black rope falling from the sky tie her up, because Qian Chen's hook had already hooked her throat, and she also discovered that something was wrong with this Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun.

The martial arts of the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun were definitely not that high, otherwise he would not be a little dragon, but a real Dragon Head.

And there was no murderous intent on this person...

The loose person Ning Buqi, who rushed down in a great hurry, saw Fan Huiming captured in one round, and Qian Chen's hook was placed on her throat, but he dared not advance or retreat. At this time, the moonlight shining in from the door dissipated, and Qian Chen's figure suddenly flashed to the left, but it was him putting away the mirror flower and water moon of the Spirit Light Mirror and manifesting his true body.

Qian Chen said calmly: "If you don't want her life to end, take her and retreat."

Ning Buqi was overjoyed, reached out and took Fan Huiming, who was tied up by the Soul-Binding Rope, and retreated to the distance quietly, as honest as a quail illuminated by a strong light at night, just quietly holding the beauty.

"Hehe..." Qian Chen sneered in his heart. When this loose person Ning Buqi was in his position, Qian Chen projected his image, and seven out of ten times he was peeking at Fan Huiming. Who didn't know this little thought?

Fifty or sixty years old. Still playing this set... Pfft!

Master Elder Wan Shi's hand was already on the Songfeng Sword, but he didn't dare to move at all.

Because five small golden animals—snake, scorpion, spider, centipede, and toad—were surrounding him and begging for food. High Monk Kongming seemed to be shocked and sat in place. But the look he looked at Qian Chen carried a trace of a smile.

Hong Sihai sat in the main seat, watching the righteous heroes attack one by one, but they were either subdued or repelled by the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun in the blink of an eye.

He whispered: "You are not the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun at all. If you were the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun, then the Twelve Yuan Chen would not be the Dragon Head, but the Snake Head! If the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun had this ability, yesterday, my Four Seas Hall would have died out."

Qian Chen said lightly: "I am the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun, Twelve Yuan Chen, breaking the Four Seas. Hong Sihai, you provoked our Twelve Yuan Chen, so I came personally to send you off!"

Qian Chen stepped on a cloud of mist and rose three feet.

As if saying, watch me ride the clouds and mist, who else dares to say I am not the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun?

"Only a dragon can ride the clouds and mist, so you are not the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun, you are the Dragon Head!" Hong Sihai said: "The Dragon Head is indeed powerful. Earlier, Hong killed several people of your Twelve Yuan Chen, and today you came to take revenge. It's just that evil does not prevail over good, and I'm afraid you will even lose your own life today."

Qian Chen pointed his finger, and Tu Beihai beside Hong Sihai suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. The skin on his neck peeled off bit by bit, and soon a circle rotted. When the last bit of flesh rotted, his head fell off, rolled a few times on the ground, and rolled to Qian Chen's feet.

Qian Chen opened his right foot and kicked the head out of the door.

Shoot!

Goal!

"Hong Sihai, you are talking nonsense like this. I'm going to be angry..." Qian Chen hissed and laughed: "I am the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun. Whoever dares to say I am not, I will ask him to go down and ask personally!"