Chapter 106

Afterward, Lu Zhangsheng walked to the center of the courtyard with large strides and began to verify his strength after the breakthrough.

He activated his qi and blood lightly, and a continuous force emerged from the depths of his body, flowing toward his limbs and bones.

He clenched his fist, feeling as if he could punch through the void.

This illusion was also caused by the strength increasing too much.

After this breakthrough, his own strength increased by more than double, and even his physical defense and speed blade technique improved quite a bit.

Afterward, Lu Zhangsheng took out his long blade and slashed toward the void in front.

"Zzz..."

Endless cold light flashed in the void, and as the force traveled, it made a harsh whistling sound.

Not long after, only countless blade lights remained crisscrossing in the center of the courtyard, forming a giant net, the aura extremely terrifying.

Gradually, residual shadows moved in the courtyard, the long blade in his hand waving non-stop, like a dancing elf.

"Whoosh..."

A moment later.

Lu Zhangsheng stopped and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The residual shadows around him returned to his main body one after another, looking quite magical.

After this breakthrough, his blade technique and speed also increased by about thirty percent.

His current strength was not considered weak even among Blood Exchange Peak experts.

At this moment, Lu Zhangsheng had a hint of confidence in his heart to hold this city.

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The third day, early morning.

The morning sun rose, and warm sun shone on the entire town, but it couldn't dispel the haze in everyone's hearts.

Even the smoke in the city hadn't dissipated.

Almost every household had hung white silk, and the entire town was immersed in a sad atmosphere.

The cave by the city wall had long been filled, and a group of remaining City Guards were patrolling nervously on the city wall.

Everyone knew that the next two days were the most critical moments.

If heretic cult experts attacked and Lord Ye couldn't resist, they would have no way to live.

A group of people looked at the white-robed man on the city wall with faces full of awe.

At this moment, the other party seemed to have become the town's only guardian god.

Even many civilians' homes secretly carved Changsheng Steles according to the other party's appearance, kowtowing every day.

Lu Zhangsheng sat quietly on the city wall, his eyes slightly narrowed, his mouth opening and closing, exhaling strands of turbid air.

As if wanting to take the morning sun's purple energy into his body.

According to legend, Xiantian martial artists swallowed the morning sun's purple energy every day, which was very beneficial to their cultivation.

Lu Zhangsheng had also developed the habit of meditating every morning.

It could calm his heart and also comb through his body's qi and blood, which was quite beneficial.

Just at this moment, he suddenly sensed a terrifying murderous aura rushing toward the town from the mountain forest in the distance.

Lu Zhangsheng's expression tightened, staring fixedly at the jungle ahead.

Not long after.

A blood-red figure suddenly rushed out from the jungle.

This person wore a blood-colored long robe, held a long blade, had a hooked nose, and eyes as sharp as a knife, his whole body emitting an incomparably powerful murderous aura.

Behind the other party followed several heretic cult experts, and Xie Liufeng was among them.

He looked at Lu Zhangsheng with a hint of fear.

That battle directly broke his spirit.

"Not good, it's the heretic cult's top expert Mo Xueyou."

Han Bingwu looked fearful.

"This person is at the forefront of the government's wanted list; apart from those Tuotai-level heretic cult experts, it is this person."

"Rumor has it that this person has killed several government Blood Exchange Perfection experts, which is extremely terrifying."

He explained while looking at Lu Zhangsheng with a face full of worry.

In his view, although their Lord Ye had Blood Exchange Perfection strength, it was likely hard to defeat the other party.

This person was far from comparable to the three heretic cultists who joined forces last time.

Lu Zhangsheng stared fixedly at Mo Xueyou, and a hint of warning actually came from the depths of his spiritual platform.

The other party's strength was the strongest enemy he had encountered in these few years.

The warning in his heart was also something Lu Zhangsheng had never encountered before.

This person likely had some great killing weapon hidden deep in his body.

This kind of speculation made Lu Zhangsheng extremely vigilant.

Mo Xueyou led several heretic cult experts and walked toward the city wall with large strides.

Soon they arrived in a clearing.

"You were the one who killed several experts of my Holy Sect? You are young, but your strength is not bad; being able to die at the hands of This Seat is your honor..."

Mo Xueyou looked indifferent, not putting Lu Zhangsheng in his eyes at all.

He had tortured and killed countless experts in his life, and for a rising star of the government, there was no need to pay too much attention.

Lu Zhangsheng heard this, his eyes narrowed, and murderous intent was cold.

He didn't waste words, patted his white robe, and stood up to walk toward the city wall.

Arriving at the wall, he leaped and landed in a clearing.

"Kid, you have courage, actually not running; This Seat has underestimated you a bit."

Mo Xueyou saw this, licked the corner of his mouth, and revealed a cruel smile.

The group of heretic cultists around also had a look of looking at a dead person as they watched Lu Zhangsheng.

Offending this madman Mo Xueyou, no one could survive, unless they were a Tuotai expert.

But the other party clearly couldn't be.

"Die for This Seat."

Mo Xueyou slashed forward with one blade.

Blood-colored blade light flashed in the void, carrying powerful murderous aura, as if wanting to slash through everything, its momentum extremely astonishing.

Even the air was filled with the smell of blood.

For this strike, he used his full force directly, intending to blow up the opponent in one move.

As for the trump card in his body, unless it was a last resort, he wouldn't use it.

Lu Zhangsheng's expression was extremely solemn, and the hair on his body stood up.

From this strike of the opponent, he sensed a great threat.

He dared not be negligent, fully activating the secret art Threefold Wave, his internal qi and blood climbing step by step.

Then he slashed forward with one blade as well.

"Whoosh..."

Accompanied by bursts of whistling sounds.

The snow-white blade light traveled through the void, carrying a hint of sharp murderous intent.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The two sides collided fiercely, the violent collision sound resounded through the clouds.

The surrounding force surged wildly, cutting the nearby wall, stirring up bursts of dust and smoke, the entire battlefield a mess.

After one strike.

Lu Zhangsheng felt an astonishing force coming from the slaughtering knife.

He fully activated Treading Snow Without a Trace, his footsteps flashing lightly, pouring all the force into the ground.

Then, the aura around his body erupted suddenly, isolating the blade light splashing around.

"Zzz..."

The blade light cut the pure white aura shield, making a harsh whistling sound.

In this battle, Lu Zhangsheng didn't show any arrogance; before figuring out the opponent's trump card, he was incomparably cautious.

If he underestimated the enemy and rushed in, he might fall into the opponent's trap.

Seeing that one strike didn't take down Lu Zhangsheng, Mo Xueyou looked surprised.

For this strike, there were not many Blood Exchange Perfection experts who could take it.

He hadn't expected a mere government martial artist to be able to take his full-strength strike, which made him find it hard to believe.

The group of heretic cult experts saw this and were also full of surprise.

Being able to block the full-strength strike of this madman Mo Xueyou, his strength was not weak even among Blood Exchange Perfection experts.

Duan Zhanghe and the others didn't die unjustly.

On the city wall, the group of City Guards clenched their fists tightly, full of excitement.

At this moment, they seemed to see a hint of hope.

Even if their Lord Ye wasn't a match, it was still possible to save his life.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Just as everyone had different thoughts.

The two rushed up again and fought fiercely in the clearing.

The violent collision sound resounded throughout the battlefield, stirring up bursts of dust, the ground covered in blade marks, as if it had been plowed.

Lu Zhangsheng relied on his top-tier lightness skill, Treading Snow Without a Trace, traveling wantonly around Mo Xueyou.

Every strike hit the opponent's weak point, the blade light traveling in the void, forming a large net.

He was like a top-tier assassin, not going head-to-head with the opponent at all; if one strike didn't succeed, he would retreat immediately, then wait carefully for an opportunity.

He didn't even give himself a chance to make a mistake.

Before figuring out the opponent's background, Lu Zhangsheng would never easily go head-to-head with him.

Mo Xueyou saw the opponent like a slippery old loach and felt quite troublesome.

Although his own strength was strong, he hadn't cultivated any body-protecting techniques, and his lightness skill was far inferior to the opponent's. Blade light traveled all around; if he were hit by a strike, it wouldn't feel good.

If the opponent went head-to-head with him, he would have a great grasp of killing this person.

Unfortunately, this person was as careful as hair, not giving him a chance at all.

For a time, Mo Xueyou waved his blade to resist the surrounding blade light while feeling unable to start.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The two sides fought a bloody battle endlessly in the clearing.

Dust and smoke gradually rose, making it impossible to see clearly.

The group of heretic cultists saw the opponent actually forcing this madman Mo Xueyou to such a degree and were all filled with horror.

Monstrous waves surged in their hearts.

This Mo Xueyou's strength belonged to the upper echelon within the Holy Sect.

They hadn't expected him to suffer a setback in this town today.

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories."

On the city wall, the group of City Guards were so excited their faces turned red, cheering loudly.

This town had been held once again.

A moment later.

On the battlefield.

Mo Xueyou looked murderous, feeling angry from embarrassment in his heart.

If this continued, he wouldn't be able to do anything to the opponent.

A top-tier turtle shell plus footwork comparable to a top-tier assassin—any Blood Exchange expert who met this would feel their scalp go numb.

"Do I have to activate that thing?"

His mind turned, and he denied it directly.

He had a major mission coming here, and exposing it here was quite unworthy.

Not to mention that even if he activated the trump card, he might not be able to catch up to this person.

Thinking of this, Mo Xueyou slashed forward with full force.

The sharp blade light swallowed and spat in the void, as if wanting to tear everything apart.

Seeing this, Lu Zhangsheng didn't go head-to-head with the opponent; he kicked his feet fiercely and retreated rapidly, like a thunderclap.

After a few flashes, he stopped by the city wall in a clearing.

His gaze stared fixedly at Mo Xueyou.

"This Seat recognizes your strength; we will meet again soon..."

Mo Xueyou stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent, and didn't choose to strike again.

Toward the strong, he had always been quite respectful; clearly, Lu Zhangsheng's strength had gained his recognition.

In his creed, the strong should not be lightly insulted.

As for those weak ants, they didn't count as people.

They were just a group of leeks that could be extracted for blood essence to refine pills at will.

After speaking, Mo Xueyou turned and walked toward the rear directly.

After a few paces, he disappeared near the city wall.

The group of heretic cultists around looked at each other, finding it hard to believe in their hearts.

Mo Xueyou had actually retreated just like that.

This mysterious government strongman could make Mo Xueyou so wary; he likely had some astonishing trump card.

Immediately afterward, the group of heretic cultists rushed toward the rear.

After a few breaths, they disappeared without a trace.

Lu Zhangsheng watched Mo Xueyou's back quietly and didn't choose to pursue.

Although his speed held the advantage, he didn't have the grasp to kill the opponent.

This person was clearly not an ordinary Blood Exchange Perfection expert; there was a force in his body that made him feel shocked.

That force was extremely evil, making him feel full of disgust.

If it were activated, it would definitely be earth-shattering.

At this moment, a sense of urgency rose in Lu Zhangsheng's heart.

Before figuring out the opponent's background, he had to be cautious.

"It seems the speed of digging for spirit jade must still be accelerated."

As long as he raised several top-tier cultivation techniques to Minor Accomplishment, his strength would definitely increase by another notch.

By then, meeting this person again, his confidence would also increase quite a bit.

Afterward, Lu Zhangsheng put away his thoughts and leaped, jumping onto the city wall.

The group of City Guards around looked at Lu Zhangsheng with faces full of awe.

"Congratulations to the Lord for driving away the strong enemy."

Everyone hurriedly clasped their fists and bowed, the sound resounding throughout the field.

"Everyone, no need for such formalities."

Lu Zhangsheng smiled faintly and turned to walk toward his courtyard.

Time passed slowly.

Another day passed.

This day was very peaceful, and no heretic cultists came to besiege the town.

Until evening.

On the official road not far away, a large convoy was driving slowly toward the town.

Sitting on several fine horses in front were four men with astonishing momentum.

The four wore green official robes and were precisely the Blood Exchange Perfection experts sent by the Demon-Suppressing Division to support them.

Behind the four followed a large number of ordinary Demon-Suppressing Envoys and Xuanjia Army experts.

Yue Shulan and Xiao Chao were among them, but their faces revealed a hint of worry.

The group moved forward in a mighty force.

Soon, everyone arrived at the city gate.

After Han Bingwu confirmed, he welcomed everyone into the city with faces full of joy.

Inside the city, a villa.

"Do you think Lord Lu will have an accident?"

Yue Shulan's eyes were quite worried.

After they returned to the county city, they immediately reported this matter to Qin Ruobing.

The three Deputy Hall Masters sent experts to support them at high speed.

However, they still hadn't found Lu Zhangsheng returning to the county city.

Their hearts couldn't help but be full of worry.

Tong Yuhua on the side also remained silent.

Two more Patrol Envoys under Hall Master Xiao had been killed, and only he and Chen Zhanpeng and three other Patrol Envoys had escaped.

"With Lord Lu's speed, he shouldn't have an accident..."

Xiao Chao spoke to comfort her.

"Sigh... hope so."

Lu Xue sighed lightly.

Lu Zhangsheng was practicing martial arts in the courtyard when he suddenly sensed footsteps coming from outside.

He turned his head to look.

He saw a man in armor walking over with large strides, looking respectful: "Lord Ye, the four Lords invite you to go over."

"Lead the way."

Lu Zhangsheng smiled faintly and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

The two traveled along the streets on both sides.

In the center of the town, inside a large hall.

Four figures sat on chairs, looking solemn.

Among the four were a fat and a thin old man, a middle-aged man with a square face, and a middle-aged man with a wealthy face.

These four were precisely the leaders of this support battlefield.

"This time, that group of heretic cultists sent a large number of experts; they are likely wanting to have a collision with us here."

"That Mo Xueyou is not a good person, yet someone was able to drag him down..."

The wealthy middle-aged Zhang Yonghong's eyes moved slightly.

"Blood Exchange experts from both sides are still arriving one after another; the great battle is likely to escalate all the way."

The thin old man Zhao Zhangyun sighed softly.

"This town has clearly become a battlefield for both sides to compete."

From the time they came to support, several Hall Masters had informed everyone of the intelligence.

A large number of heretic cult bandits were gathering toward Wu Qiong Town.

Both sides coincidentally wanted to have a great battle here.

However, they had tacitly agreed not to send Tuotai-level combat power.

The highest realm was only Blood Exchange experts.

Among these four, although all were Blood Exchange Perfection, Zhao Zhangyun had the strongest strength.

(End of chapter)