Chapter 586

"Now it's a big trouble; if my uncle doesn't have this divine weapon that cuts iron like mud, what should we do?"

Le Zhuang's face changed drastically; seeing Cui Ji pierced through the body by the flying sword thrown by Xuanqing Daozhang, he showed no excitement at all, his face and eyes filled only with worry, he said:

"Uncle, uncle, although I want this bastard Cui Ji to die, it doesn't matter when he dies; you don't need to be so anxious. Now that you've lost your handy weapon, if something happens to you, what am I to do?"

While speaking, Le Zhuang stood here, not daring to continue watching the spectacle, he quickly ran from the periphery toward Cui Ji's corpse, intending to take the weapon from Cui Ji's corpse and return it to Xuanqing Daozhang so that Xuanqing Daozhang would have a handy weapon and not be at a disadvantage before these armored warriors.

"One or two, you wouldn't really think my uncle is a martial cultivator, helpless without a weapon, would you?"

Wang Ping'an stood in an inconspicuous spot to the side, observing the varied complex expressions around him—some worry, some delight—and silently thought: "Just look at my master's attire; how could he possibly be a martial cultivator?"

Seeing Xuanqing Daozhang throw the divine weapon that cuts iron like mud from his hand, the originally extremely fearful armored warriors had their fear replaced by excitement in their hearts; they exchanged glances, unable to conceal the killing intent in their eyes, without much communication, they again launched an attack on Xuanqing Daozhang from all directions.

They planned to take advantage of Xuanqing Daozhang being weaponless, unable to break their sturdy armor, to kill him instantly and avenge their fallen brothers.

"Uncle..."

Le Zhuang quickly ran to Cui Ji's corpse, not frightened by Cui Ji's miserable death state, hastily pulled Xuanqing Daozhang's long sword from the corpse, and was about to call out to Xuanqing Daozhang to return the sword when he saw that, under Xuanqing Daozhang's assault, the armored warriors who had been retreating step by step were now attacking him from all directions.

The worry on his face grew even stronger!

"No, I can't let my uncle get into trouble while avenging me!"

Le Zhuang suppressed the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth, picked up Xuanqing Daozhang's long sword, and was about to launch himself at the armored warriors.

He had once studied some three-legged cat kung fu under that beast Cui Ji, but upon later reflection he realized that Cui Ji, who taught him kung fu back then, had not put any effort into it, was deliberately deceiving him, and hadn't taught him any real skill; not to mention his current lame leg, even if his legs were fine, he might not even be able to beat an ordinary person.

Let alone being a bodyguard for Zhu Xing!

Just that.

Even if he dies, he wants to die together with Xuanqing Daozhang, since Xuanqing Daozhang lost his life avenging him; as the involved party, he naturally cannot avoid it.

He.

He no longer has a grandfather, so he has no attachments.

"Pfft!", "Pfft!", "Pfft!"

In the next moment, one after another of the armored warriors attacking Xuanqing Daozhang from all directions were flung backward, and soon they all fell to the ground.

Le Zhuang had just risen, preparing to charge at the armored warriors; for him, killing one was one, but he never expected that before he could act, one after another of the armored warriors would be flung backward, and he exclaimed in astonishment:

"Is my uncle really this powerful?"

Not long ago.

Regardless of whether Cui Ji was blasted away by Xuanqing Daozhang or one after another of the armored warriors died at Xuanqing Daozhang's hands, he acknowledged that his grandfather had good judgment. This uncle who suddenly appeared was a formidable figure, but he believed that half of the credit for these achievements went to that sword that cuts iron like mud.

That's why, when Xuanqing Daozhang threw his long sword and was left without a divine weapon, he would worry so much about Xuanqing Daozhang, even entertaining the worst-case scenario.

"Is it the Withered Wood Palm?"

Ancient Laborer, who was equally worried about Xuanqing Daozhang's safety, saw one after another of the armored warriors attacking Xuanqing Daozhang being flung outward; he just let out a breath, and in his peripheral vision saw one after another of the armored warriors lying on the ground, obviously aged by several decades in an instant and without breath, likely already deceased to the Yellow Springs; his pupils shrank sharply, and he exclaimed in astonishment:

"Withered Wood Palm?"

Zhuo Tie, on the other hand, remained calm; after all, that beast Cui Ji was dead, and frankly he didn't care whether Xuanqing Daozhang lived or died, so even if Xuanqing Daozhang would be chopped into mincemeat by the armored warriors' chaotic blades, he wouldn't care much; he just never expected that the armored warriors surrounding Xuanqing Daozhang would be flung outward, and he was still quite shocked, sighing:

"This Kumu Daozhang is truly capable; I originally thought that after killing that beast Cui Ji, without the divine weapon that cuts iron like mud, he would surely die at the hands of the Zhu Clan's eldest son's bodyguard, but I never expected that he would actually fling all those armored warriors outward!"

Before Zhuo Tie could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly fell upon the miserable deaths of the burly warriors, startling him; although they were originally men in their thirties or forties, suddenly one after another turned into sixty- or seventy-year-old elders, with withered and gaunt faces; the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back, his voice trembling, he exclaimed in astonishment:

"Uncle Gu, what exactly is the divine skill you call the Withered Wood Palm? Could their current state have anything to do with the Withered Wood Palm you mentioned?"

Ancient Laborer looked at Zhuo Tie, not rushing to answer his question, but first asked: "Zhuo Tie, tell me the truth, just now weren't you at all unconcerned about the life or death of Kumu Daozhang?"

Zhuo Tie gave an embarrassed laugh, not knowing how to respond.

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"Also, Kumu Daozhang has no relation to you; it's understandable that you care about his life or death."

Ancient Laborer looked at Zhuo Tie's appearance; how could he not understand his thoughts? He also didn't blame him, and reminded:

Anyway, no matter what, Kumu Daozhang took care of that beast Cui Ji for us; from now on we should respect Kumu Daozhang, don't let people laugh at us Liangshui Town as ungrateful scum!

Zhuo Tie spoke righteously: "Uncle Gu, do I still need you to say it? Who do you think I am, Zhuo Tie? You still don't know? Rest assured, in front of Kumu Daozhang I will respect him more than anyone else; hurry up and tell me, what exactly is this Withered Wood Palm divine skill you just mentioned?"

What else could it be? Naturally it's the secret technique of Kumu Guan not passed on; it's said that anyone struck by the Withered Wood Palm will inevitably grow old by several decades!

Gu Liangong casually explained.

Oh, I see!

Zhuo Tie nodded, about to ask Gu Liangong for more details, when he suddenly saw a worried look on Gu Liangong's face; the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back, and he changed his words to:

Uncle Gu, that beast Cui Ji has already met his end at Kumu Daozhang's hands; for our entire Liangshui Town, this is tremendous good news—what do you have to worry about?

(End of Chapter)