This King Has No Money, Fourth Brother Is Over There

The Mountain Dharma Aspect descended to suppress the Black Chicken. Menban held his sword in his right hand, and a massive True Qi sword projection shot straight at the Black Chicken. The Black Chicken was forced to retreat continuously, manifesting a Dharma Aspect of a large black rooster around its body. It was entirely black, with only the comb on its head being a striking red.

Menban's greatsword moved like waves, each turn, charge, kick, swing, and sweep flowed with the momentum, moving with the force.

With every rotation, the phantom image of the Mount Tai Sword solidified and stacked one layer, and the hurricane of Protective Qi around Menban grew stronger. The sword's might intensified.

This was Menban's self-created Stacked Mountain Sword Art.

The power of the greatsword was like continuous mountain ranges, accumulating like sand and stones, eventually forming an unshakeable, majestic mountain.

Under the stacked power, no one dared to face it; it was invincible.

The unparalleled True Qi pressure made the Black Chicken afraid to meet it head-on. It hadn't considered deflecting or blocking Menban's stacking sword momentum. The stronger the force, the greater the backlash.

When the power became uncontrollable, exceeding Yue Shan's limit, or if his power was forcibly interrupted, the backlash would be his downfall.

There was truly no way to start!

The seamless connection of his moves, the smooth flow of his actions, and his constant closing in made it impossible to find an opening.

Several attempts were crushed by the momentum of the Mountain Sword. The True Qi from the sword even surged into its body, causing significant injury.

It could only occasionally scratch with the Spicy Pickled Chicken Claws in its hand during the brief moments it dodved.

Although most of these attempts were blocked by the hurricane of Protective Qi surrounding Menban, it did manage to land a few hits, leaving several claw marks.

If it had a little more time, it could have torn off a chunk of flesh, but it was impossible; the sword was already upon it.

If it didn't dodge, that sword strike would surely shatter it.

On the other side, Ghost Servant and Gens were also fighting fiercely. Gens held a cross-shaped sword, its sword energy crisscrossing as he thrust it at Ghost Servant. Ghost Servant shifted its body and appeared to Gens's right side.

The braid on its head passed through Gens's Protective Qi, leaving a bloody gash on his face. Its right sleeve, imbued with menacing True Qi, chopped down like a black greatsword towards Gens's right arm.

Gens turned his sword and held it backward, blocking the sleeve. As the sleeve met the sword, it sounded like clashing metal. Gens's face contorted in ferocity. Despite his True Qi protecting him, the counterforce from the clash made his arm feel as if it were being torn apart.

Then, the once tough and straight sleeve suddenly softened, coiling around Gens's arm. Ghost Servant moved, as if trying to rip off his right arm.

Gens poured True Qi into his right arm to protect it. The True Qi collided and wrestled. They stared at each other, Gens's face grim.

Gens swung his right arm, and sword energy erupted from the tip of the sword he held backward, striking directly at Ghost Servant's throat.

The sleeve loosened, and Ghost Servant stumbled backward. With a kick, Gens dodged to the side.

One side of the sleeve braced against the ground, True Qi flowed, and Ghost Servant's right foot delivered a spinning whip kick. Dark True Qi swept out, as if solidified, crashing into Gens and sending him flying.

Gens fell to the ground, and before he could react, a True Qi foot tens of meters long descended, as if to crush everything.

Gens leaped to dodge, but the True Qi directly blasted him away. Ghost Servant leaped up, and the braid on its head whipped out behind it, creating a sonic boom.

Although blocked by Gens's Protective Qi, the True Qi's backlash injured him internally.

Ghost Servant gave him no chance to breathe, its attacks relentless. For a time, Gens could only dodge frantically. He had never encountered such an onslaught from Ghost Servant.

Its speed was even faster than when it had sent him flying.

Another kick struck his face. Gens blocked horizontally with his sword, and then flew through several consecutive kicks aimed directly at the sword. Dark True Qi permeated his feet, colliding with Gens's True Qi, sending ripples of True Qi scattering in all directions.

After several kicks, the sword in Gens's hand was already slightly deformed.

At this moment, Gens felt fear towards the masked figure before him, who had lost both arms.

He had to admit that at the same cultivation level, even with an extra weapon and two hands, he was still no match for this masked figure.

Its control over power, True Qi, and rhythm was flawless.

Its speed was astonishing. At the Ascension Realm, he had never seen anything like it. Even those few monstrous individuals didn't possess such speed. Its leg techniques, sleeve attacks, and the braid were all incredibly sharp and unpredictable.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this masked figure, with just its legs, could carve a path to the Heavenly Realm.

Gens's eyes sharpened. He took a small black cross, only palm-sized, from his right sleeve.

Gone without a trace, peerless lightness skill;

Sleeves as blades, both rigid and flexible;

Long braid as a whip, moving at will;

Though armless, my body is my weapon.

This was Ghost Servant's martial path; it cultivated itself.

Everything about itself was its weapon. Though armless, its every move was swift and sharp, winning through speed.

Meanwhile, Chu Xuanao, seeing that both battlefields were in their favor and the outcome was decided, shouted to Dachui:

"Dachui, let's go."

Upon hearing the order, Dachui swung his hammer behind his back, using True Qi to keep it stuck to his back.

With his left hand, he lifted the table laden with food and wine, and with his right, he held up the Grand Tutor's chair where Chu Xuanao was sitting, raising it above his head.

He then used True Qi to control the table to a height where his Highness's dining would not be affected. He stomped his feet, creating a large pit, and charged out like a cannonball.

Dachui sped out, yet the food and wine on the table remained undisturbed; not even the wine in the cups sloshed.

Protective Qi surged around him, contained within a ten-meter radius; ten meters was the limit.

Within ten meters, the area was calm and peaceful. Flying dust and debris were blocked by the residual power, and even some beams that fell from the ceiling were repelled.

In three steps, he rushed out of this Lijing Pavilion, which was over a hundred square meters, and arrived at a pavilion. He slowly put Chu Xuanao down again.

As soon as he sat down, two figures in the distance were already rushing towards them.

A man and a woman stopped not far from Chu Xuanao. Two other people were standing there: the madam and Ya Xin, one of the four great beauties. Both were trembling at the moment.

Especially the madam, her eyes occasionally darted towards Chu Xuanao, as if filled with grief.

Looking around, Chu Xuanao finally found his fourth brother on the left.

The distance to the left was no more than thirty meters. The Fourth Prince Chu Xuan'an stood there, motionless, just staring at Chu Xuanao as if his eyes were on fire, bloodshot.

After saying a few words to the madam, the man and woman walked directly towards Chu Xuanao.

When they reached him, they bowed and saluted:

"Greetings, Your Highness."

Then, they looked at His Highness with a helpless expression.

Since the Flower Gazing Pavilion was built and this Lijing Pavilion was established, it had only been smashed twice, both times because of this Sixth Highness.

The woman among the two was extremely alluring. Twisting her seductive waist and hips, she walked to Chu Xuanao's side, picked up the wine pot, and poured him a cup of wine before speaking.

"Your Highness, you today..."

Before she could finish, Chu Xuanao interrupted her.

"Sanniang, why must you make things difficult for this king? My fourth brother is hosting a banquet here today, and I am merely here to attend. If you have something, find my fourth brother."

Looking at the two in front of him, Chu Xuanao inwardly exclaimed, You're staring right at me, aren't you! Last time, you found me first, and I admit it. Last time, it was I, Chu Xuanao, who hosted the banquet. But today, it's my fourth brother hosting the banquet, and you're still finding me first!

Sanniang, known as Shen Sanniang, was the person in charge of the Shen Family at the Flower Gazing Pavilion. She was responsible for all affairs of the Flower Gazing Pavilion and could be considered its mistress.

Upon hearing this, Shen Sanniang exchanged a glance with the sword-carrying man beside her, her gaze towards Chu Xuanao filled with helplessness.

Chu Xuanao, however, paid no mind. He raised his left hand, gesturing for them to come forward. His fingers pointed directly at the Fourth Prince Chu Xuan'an. He then said:

"First, this king is merely here to attend the banquet today; Second, this king has no money. Go find my fourth brother; Third, my fourth brother is right there. Please."