Chapter 385: Call Out Your Fairy Ziwei

"Are we... here?"

Lv Luo searched her little head and spoke subconsciously.

Above the pavilion, gold-leafed characters spelled out Ziwei Pavilion.

The view was filled with classical decor, dominated by deep green tones, looking extremely elegant; countless pavilions were densely packed together, and the entire center of the island was occupied by them.

Surrounded by water on all sides, the ripples flowed slowly, clear to the bottom, where countless small fish could be vaguely seen swimming about.

"Who is there!"

Several patrolling soldiers immediately stepped forward, surrounding Su Chen and the others.

The lead soldier stared fixedly at Su Chen, his eyes extremely vigilant, his weapon pointed at the necks of the group.

Most of these soldiers only had cultivation at the Great Saint Realm; it was clear they were just gatekeepers.

Su Chen did not take them seriously at all; he merely raised an eyebrow slightly, and a ghostly blue flame instantly swept over them.

The men didn't even have time to react before they were instantly burned to ashes.

Screams were incessant; one soldier tried his best to blow his whistle to alert the others, but the sound didn't last long before he was burned to ash.

Su Chen curled his lips and even let out a yawn, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers on the pavilions as he used Spiritual Power to transmit his voice: "This Young Master has arrived. I advise you to surrender immediately, otherwise, don't blame this Young Master for slaughtering everyone in Ziwei Pavilion today!"

Those soldiers had seen with their own eyes how the men below were instantly killed, and they were so terrified they couldn't speak, subconsciously wanting to flee and report the news.

But before they could take two steps, Yi Zhuyue flew straight up; amidst the flash of blades and shadows, with a flick of her hand, she slit their throats, and they fell down.

Su Chen waved his hand, and Yi Zhuyue immediately opened the main gate.

The heavy wooden door let out a creaking sound, and the scenery inside instantly appeared before everyone.

Su Chen walked in with a swagger.

The soldiers guarding the city inside saw the group walking in with such fanfare and were filled with rage, raising their weapons and charging toward the enemies.

But before they could even get close to Su Chen, they were instantly swallowed by his flames; Xiaoxian and Natasha were not idle either, killing every one that came.

That group of soldiers was like moths to a flame; even though many had already died, others still came to their deaths without hesitation.

Such a bloody massacre naturally drew out an Elder of Ziwei Pavilion.

The Elder had the bearing of an immortal, with a white beard reaching his waist and a face full of the traces of time, looking very shrewd.

This person was the renowned Elder Xuanji of Ziwei Pavilion, capable of divination and calculation, with cultivation already reaching the Quasi-Emperor Peak Realm.

Looking at the group before him, Elder Xuanji was furious and immediately used Spiritual Power to transmit his voice: "Who are you people, daring to trespass in Ziwei Pavilion? Are you tired of living!?"

Hearing this, Su Chen lazily let out a yawn, not even sparing him a direct glance.

Yi Zhuyue flashed quickly in front of him and slashed down with her sword.

Elder Xuanji fled in a panic; the calm and composed expression on his face instantly vanished, replaced by alarm.

That strike just now was as fast as a flash of lightning; if not for the distance being great enough and his own cultivation being high enough, he likely would have had his throat slit.

But even so, his left arm was slashed, and blood sprayed out instantly, dyeing his robes red in the blink of an eye.

He grimaced in pain, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at Su Chen.

"You bunch of arrogant brats! You really are tired of living. Offending my Ziwei Pavilion, I will definitely make you pay the price!" Elder Xuanji said angrily, and immediately after, he blew his communication whistle.

In an instant, countless Elders of Ziwei Pavilion appeared, filing out one after another to arrive before Elder Xuanji; most of them had the bearing of immortals, adopting the appearance of those who possess divine foresight.

Ziwei Pavilion was famous throughout the world for its divine foresight, but they were not mere dabblers who only knew how to calculate; their cultivation was equally profound.

It was said that there was a Fairy inside who never missed a calculation, possessing peerless beauty and a mastery of divination that was supernatural, with all the world's affairs in her grasp, and her cultivation was also unrivaled.

Seeing more and more Elders arriving before Su Chen and the others, most of them were at the Quasi-Emperor Realm, with many having reached the Quasi-Emperor Peak.

At this moment, they were eyeing Su Chen and the others like tigers watching their prey.

"Are you alright, Xuanji?"

An old man dressed in blue and white robes supported Elder Xuanji, and after seeing him shake his head, he looked at Su Chen and the others with an angry expression.

Su Chen wanted them to come; since he was going to wash Ziwei Pavilion in blood, it was naturally more interesting if they resisted.

He wanted to slap their faces hard! Thinking of this, Su Chen waved his hand, and the others understood instantly, charging toward these old men.

Those old men hadn't expected them to start fighting without a word; they felt the face of Ziwei Pavilion was being severely trampled upon, so they also angrily stepped forward to resist.

Most of them were good at divination and calculation but not skilled in actual combat, and they soon fell into a disadvantage.

Yi Zhuyue was killing one with every strike, and even those at the Quasi-Emperor Peak Realm couldn't last a few moves under her hand.

Not to mention Xiaoxian and the others, who didn't care about life or death at all—they just fought! The few of them took on dozens of people without falling into a disadvantage at all.

Su Chen was even more leisurely, as if he were strolling; whenever an old man came, he would take a hit of his Spirit Fire, or at worst, he would use his Divine Dragon Martial Soul—he wasn't even flustered while challenging those of higher levels!

What was originally a process of anti-aggression had, in Su Chen's hands, turned into a slaughterous feast.

The Elders, who originally had dozens left, were instantly killed until only Elder Xuanji remained.

Elder Xuanji knelt on the ground in a sorry state, his eyes wide, looking at Su Chen in disbelief, as if he had seen a god of slaughter of the current age.

"You... don't kill me, I can calculate and divine; whatever you want to know, I can tell you."

He retreated two steps in fear, watching helplessly as Su Chen approached him like an elegant tiger.

His eyes were wide, and only Su Chen's figure remained in his vision.

Su Chen curled his lips into a smile, looking down at Elder Xuanji from above.

"Scared already? Where did that imposing manner of yours go just now? Weren't you just clamoring to kill me?"

Su Chen took out his sword and lifted Elder Xuanji's chin, his eyebrows slightly raised, full of provocation.

The sword flashed with a cold light, sharp enough to cut iron like mud; Elder Xuanji could clearly feel the ice-cold, piercing blade grazing his neck.

If it shifted even an inch, he would bleed to death!

Elder Xuanji swallowed his saliva, unable to say a single word at this moment.

"Boring." Su Chen raised his sword and flicked it in the air, creating a sword flower.

Every movement landed heavily on Elder Xuanji's heart, as if his throat would be slit in the next second.

"Call your Ziwei Xianzi out," Su Chen said unhurriedly.

(End of chapter)