Chapter 479

This is the spiritual sense of a cultivator.

Pang Ban revealed a faint smile.

Thirty years ago, he had already been invincible in the Jianghu for many years.

Thirty years of seclusion, and he had cultivated the supreme demonic technique 'Dao Heart Planting Demon Great Art'.

He wanted to see who else could stop him.

Whoosh!

The void exploded, and Pang Ban disappeared without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, Pang Ban had actually come to the Great Ming capital alone.

Looking at the majestic city wall, Pang Ban could not help but narrow his eyes.

Because there was a bloody human head hanging on the city gate.

The head of his eldest disciple, Leng Yan.

A fire of rage burned in Pang Ban's eyes.

Swish!

Pang Ban shot out a strand of energy, directly cutting the hemp rope on Leng Yan's head.

The head fell to the ground, immediately alarming the guards nearby.

"Who is it!!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of iron-clad soldiers poured out of the city.

Everyone surrounded Pang Ban.

The leading general looked at the head in Pang Ban's hand and said coldly: "Are you a party to this Leng Yan? Report your name."

"I am Pang Ban."

As the words fell, a violent momentum spread from his body.

Three hundred soldiers flew backward together, blood spilling all over the sky.

Pang Ban did not stop for a moment and strode towards the imperial city.

This is the confidence of a cultivator; even if there is only one person, there is no fear.

At the same time.

The aura he emitted also alarmed the whole city.

Protector Dragon Villa.

Iron-Clad Divine Marquis Zhu Wushi woke up from his seclusion suddenly.

His iron eyes were full of solemnity.

"This aura, so terrifying, it's heading for the imperial palace, not good!"

Zhu Wushi realized the danger and flew out immediately.

Eastern Depot headquarters.

Cao Duan Zhengchun was discussing important matters with his subordinates, when his expression suddenly changed.

"Not good! A strong enemy has descended!"

"You immediately gather all the manpower and rush to the Xuanwu Gate to protect the emperor."

"Kill anyone who blocks the way, no mercy!"

Cao Duan Zhengchun said murderously, his body soaring like a roc, heading straight for the imperial palace.

Imperial Palace, Asking Dao Hall.

A slovenly old Daoist priest sat on a straw mat, breathing three times and inhaling once, his energy pulse extremely long.

It was Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect.

He had previously forcefully killed the Eastern Depot Factory Supervisor Liu Xi.

Emperor Zhu Houzhao of Ming not only did not blame him but instead invited him to lecture on the Dao in the palace.

The Wudang Sect needs to develop and grow, so naturally, it cannot offend the imperial court, so Zhang Sanfeng stayed.

But he did not expect to encounter such a change.

In the quiet room, Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes and stood up, shaking his robe.

That pair of eyes was unprecedentedly solemn.

The visitor is very strong!

"Attacking the imperial capital alone, what courage, let the old Daoist see what kind of person it is."

Zhang Sanfeng muttered and strode out of the palace.

This night is destined to be recorded in Jianghu history.

The first move of a cultivator!

Demon Master Pang Ban descended like a demon god, killing step by step from the East City Gate to outside the Xuanwu Gate.

And here, waiting for him were one hundred thousand imperial city guards.

Thousands of factory and guard experts from Protector Dragon Villa, Eastern Depot, Western Depot, and Six Doors.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Strands of breaking-air sounds rang out.

Pang Ban stood with his hands behind his back, looking in all four directions.

It was Zhang Sanfeng, Zhu Wushi, Cao Duan Zhengchun, Guo Juxia, Yu Huatian, and others who surrounded him.

"Haha, tonight I will slaughter the imperial city and see who can stop me!"

Demon Master Pang Ban said arrogantly.

"Kill!"

Without too many words, all the experts killed Pang Ban together.

But no one noticed.

On the highest hall in the southeast of the imperial city, a figure as rich as jade stood quietly.

Wearing a mountain and river jade brocade robe, stepping on lotus-silk cloud boots, with the Spring and Autumn Fulan Sword at his waist...

It was Su Chen, the Snowy Blades storyteller.

He looked at the battlefield with great interest, starlight flowing in his eyes, copying every unique skill.

For him now, the people on the battlefield were no longer a concern.

Even if it was Pang Ban, who was like a demon god, he could slaughter him with one sword.

But Su Chen did not intend to intervene.

Whether the righteous path wins or the demonic path wins, it has nothing to do with him.