Zhu Huan's Death

Did the host kill the guest?

Zuoqiu Ting technique was unpredictable. In the blink of an eye, he had already swept past the chaotic and noisy crowd outside the pavilion, passed through the window, stepped on the tiles and beams, and leaped directly down from the fourth floor, completely disregarding the dozens of feet of height.

The martial arts practitioners gathered by the railing in the main hall exclaimed in surprise.

Although they didn't know what had happened, or why Zuoqiu Ting had made the judgment that "something big was about to happen" in an instant and rushed to the scene immediately, Li Weiyi and Zuoqiu Baiyuan stood up almost immediately, ready to escape.

They believed that the first successor of the Zuoqiu Courtyard was capable and wise, and would not be exaggerating; he must know more than they did.

"Such speed! Could that second young lady really be...?"

Qi Wangshu's eyes widened like saucers, her heart filled with turmoil. She was now certain of the "Second Young Lady's" true identity—it was utterly unbelievable. She couldn't fathom who Li Weiyi was, or how she could possess such power.

"It must be the first inheritor of the Zuoqiu Courtyard who likes to disguise himself! In that case, Brother Weiyi, don't leave today, lend me something first."

Sitting directly opposite Li Weiyi, Gan Yanzhen spoke in Gan YanZhen, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. He was still as handsome as ever, still as effeminate and weak-looking as ever, but his eyes were completely different from before!

The group of people, who had already stood up and were preparing to leave quickly, felt the air in the room freeze. They all stared in shock at the only person still sitting on the table, the most handsome man in Zhizhou.

"Brother Yan Zhen, what do you mean by this?"

Qi Wangshu felt like she didn't recognize him anymore; a chill ran down her spine.

Under Gan YanZhen's watchful gaze, Li Weiyi quickly composed herself, suppressing her surprise and confusion, and secretly circulated her internal energy. "We're not that close, how about I ask Lao Qi to lend you his?"

Qi Wangshu's lips trembled. "What exactly do you want to borrow?"

Gan YanZhen slowly stood up. "My current body is indeed handsome and pleasing, but its value is too low. Brother Weiyi, if you lend me your body or human skin, I will be eternally grateful. Killing Zuoqiu Ting should be an easy matter."

The people present were all of considerable cultivation level and knew of Ember Spirit's existence.

Therefore, as soon Gan YanZhen said this, everyone felt their hair stand on end, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and the noise and exclamations outside seemed to fade into the distance.

"No."

Li Weiyi resolutely refused, and then, with nimble steps, rushed towards the gate of the palace.

The Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion is filled with experts. Even on the fourth floor, the entire floor is filled with top-notch masters. As long as they rush out of the room and into the crowd, or Zuoqiu Ting, they can escape through the window, no matter how high Gan YanZhen is, he can only cry out in helplessness.

But the distance to the gate, though only a few feet, now felt like an insurmountable distance, impossible to reach.

As Li Weiyi hurried along, he clearly saw wisps of magical energy flowing faster than he could, along the walls, the floor, and the roof, converging on the doors and windows ahead, trying to weave the entire room into a cage.

On the white stone square outside the main gate of the first floor of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.

Zhu Huan, the heir of the Zhu family, was in his early twenties and at the height of his youth. Before he could even activate his magnificent magical battle robe, a two-foot-long bone flute pierced through his body from behind.

The bone flute pierced through his back and into his chest, producing a sound like the lungs Qi Sea exploding.

Fresh blood dripped continuously from the holes in the bone flute.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone present off guard.

"Something terrible has happened! Long Ting has killed the heir of the Zhu Clan..."

This exclamation rang out.

On the contrary, Zhu Huan, whose body had been pierced, displayed the terrifying strength of an inheritor, letting out a long roar first. The sixth-order Qi within his body surged out from his back like flames, transforming into a dazzling cloud of fire.

The shockwave of the magical energy and the intense heat of the flames collided together, striking Long Ting, who was launching a sneak attack from behind.

The young martial artists of the Zhu Clan roared in unison, drew their weapons, and released their magical energy.

Realizing what had happened, the Dragon Hall stared at the Long Ting with utter shock. Then, his eyes narrowed, his fingers clenched into claws, and a Dragon Shadow coiled around the sky and the earth appeared behind him, its power as great as that of an emperor.

"Whoosh!"

Long Ting had no chance to launch a second attack. He didn't even have time to withdraw his bone flute before he transformed into a blur, soaring through the air towards the left side, the only area without martial artists from the Dragon Gate, Lei Xiao Sect, or Vermilion Gate. After a single leap, he flew out of the plaza and shot straight towards the sea.

Lu Cangsheng shouted coldly, "Dragon Hall, your Dragon Gate... you must not let him escape!"

"Leave it to me."

The Dragon Hall was well aware of the suspicions and unpredictable consequences that would ensue if the Long Ting escaped. Regardless of whether he was dead or alive, he had to be brought back. Therefore, he immediately used his Battle Intent, the Dragon Shadow, to pursue the Soldier Ancestor Marsh.

Lu Cangsheng, being a suspicious and cautious person, was not at ease. He immediately gave a signal with his eyes, and seven or eight young experts from the Lei Xiao Sect rushed out behind him, turning into a swift blur of light to chase after the two dragons.

Lu Cangsheng was about to comfort the seriously injured Zhu Huan...

"Rustle!"

A cold wind swept in from behind.

Countless round yellow paper money, along with the eerie wind, poured out from the door of the first-floor pavilion.

The paper money, sharp as blades, flew densely towards Lu Cangsheng. Martial artists who were close to Lu Cangsheng could not stop it even when they released their magical energy, and screams of agony rang out as several of them immediately collapsed and died.

"I knew it couldn't be just the Long Ting!"

Lu Cangsheng turned around and struck out with his palm, his magical energy surging like a tide, shattering all the paper money into dust.

Heavy footsteps and loud laughter erupted from the first floor.

The ground shook.

A two-meter-tall, shirtless man, whose entire body looked like it was cast in brass, rushed out. The moment he burst out of the gate, he bent his knees and leaped out, throwing a powerful punch at Lu Cangsheng.

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collide.

The violent energy spread outwards, forcing all the martial artists present to retreat.

Lu Cangsheng took three steps back, then immediately regained his footing, his eyes remaining sharp the entire time. He suddenly raised his right arm above his head, his five fingers, thumb and forefinger pointing to the sky, the other three fingers arranged in a staircase pattern.

Suddenly, a thunderclap shook the clear sky.

Blinding streaks of lightning flashed through the air, constantly passing over the eaves and pillars of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.

On the other side, after the fist and palm collided, Ming Niansheng flying backward. Cloud-like dark energy appeared on his body, and his two-meter-tall brass body rapidly tore apart and grew larger, turning back into his original form.

Its body grew several times larger, its head sprouted two horns, its back grew two wings, and its long, flowing red hair was particularly striking. "Well done, Lu Cangsheng, let me properly experience your thunder magic."

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Thirty-six pillars of lightning descended from the sky, transforming into a circular Thunder Prison that trapped Ming Niansheng's enormous body within.

It looked up.

It was discovered that Lu Cangsheng, who was originally standing on the ground, had somehow been engulfed in lightning and was now suspended above its head. The Battle Intent of Thunder Department Deity condensed in the Thunder Strike Heavenly Prison, making even the originally enormous Ming Niansheng appear small.

Strangely, despite being completely suppressed, a smile suddenly appeared in Ming Niansheng's eyes.

Upon seeing that smile, Lu Cangsheng immediately sensed something was wrong, realizing he had fallen for the enemy's feint. He was about to search for Zhu Huan when he realized what was happening.

A loud, ear-piercing chirp echoed across the square.

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted.

"Boom!"

As Zhu Huan was preparing to retreat, escorted by a group of experts from the Zhu Clan, he was struck by a giant claw that appeared out of thin air. Already severely injured, he was unable to withstand the attack and was sent flying, rolling on the ground with blood streaming from his mouth.

The entire form of the giant claw materialized.

It was a Six-Colored Peacock with Battle Intent, standing a hundred meters tall. It exerted its power of will, suppressing the souls and wills of many young martial artists from the Zhu Clan for a moment.

The 100-meter mark is an illusion, not the actual height of the Battle Intent.

Just this one moment.

The Six-Colored Peacock pinned Zhu Huan to the ground, tearing him to pieces with its beak and claws.

The screams of the Zhu family's successor sent shivers down the spines of all the martial artists in the pavilion, like a public execution, arrogant and domineering to the extreme.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Zhu Menwu Xiu never even saw where the enemy's true form was.

Everything happened extremely fast. Although Zuoqiu Ting rushed there as quickly as possible, by the time he arrived, Zhu Huan was already beyond dead, just a skeleton.

"Hua Yuzi, since you're in such a hurry to commit violence, you're not leaving today!"

What Zuoqiu Ting cared about was not Zhu Huan's death, but rather what the Ash Region of the Far West intended to do. The more they wanted to do something, the less he wanted to let them succeed.

"Whoosh!"

He looked around, his five senses heightened, and then took a step forward.

A Bagua (Eight Trigrams) mark appeared beneath their feet, extending for dozens of feet.

Countless ancient and mysterious Daoist characters rose from the Bagua, transforming into a brilliant river of characters that flew across the entire square.

This is a Daoist technique he specifically cultivated to counter Hua Yuzi, supported by a Bagua magical artifact.

Zuoqiu Ting had fought Hua Yuzi before and knew that this demon not only possessed extraordinary cultivation and strength, but also had unparalleled skills in concealment and speed among the younger generation. Even if Zhu Huan had not been injured, his chances of surviving an assassination attempt would have been extremely slim.

"Zuoqiu Ting, you are not our target today. You don't need to be in such a hurry to die."

His voice was vast, warm, and magnetic.

Hua Yuzi's true form was forced to reveal itself by the Bagua mark and the sea of words, but her body was illusory and indistinct.

After several leaps, he gracefully landed on the head of the Six-Colored Peacock of Battle Intent, wearing a liquid Flowing Silver Mask, and proudly gazed at the seventh floor of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion with the most heroic posture in the world.

At this moment, screams of agony came from the sea, drawing the attention of countless martial arts practitioners on the pavilion.

Without a second thought, Li Weiyi immediately took out the Yellow Dragon Sword hidden in his bag, swung the sword, and broke down the door to leave.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's magical energy was extremely powerful, and their control over it was astonishing. The magical energy that was spreading across the walls and roof instantly condensed into a large palm print, which slammed down on him.

The enemy's true form is behind, but his palm print is in front.

This arrogance stems from their belief that their cultivation far surpasses Li Weiyi's.

Li Weiyi was all too clear that he currently had only two advantages. First, the other party looked down on him. Second, the other party would definitely hold back if they wanted to obtain his complete human skin.

These two advantages are only useful when the first sword strike is made.

This first sword strike is therefore of paramount importance.