Just as Zhang Chulan was stunned, Jiang Zhen's voice rang out:
"Chulan, this is the Wang Family's original technique. That method of controlling spirits is a skill they seized by force—one of the Eight Wonders, Spirit Summoning and Dispatch. Its power is decent, at least when it comes to nabbing spirits, it never misses. But what's attacking you now is their original art, Divine Painting. Simply put, it's painting. Ever heard of Magic Brush Ma Liang? That's the kind of thing. Kid, watch yourself. Divine Painting in a head-on clash isn't as strong as something like Ruyi Force, but it's no pushover either. Be careful you don't fall for it."
Zhang Chulan heard this and looked over in surprise, saying: "Magic Brush Ma Liang, interesting. Too bad, though—yours is always just ink on paper, not the real thing."
At that, Wang Ai shouted loudly: "Old Lu, hold this kid off for me. I need time to paint. I didn't bring my life-bound scroll this time!"
Lu Ci sighed helplessly and said: "Old Wang, do you really think I can still hold this kid off now? Hah, this time, both of us old relics have fallen. Fallen into the hands of this kid who's been playing dumb all along. Young people these days are something else—when it comes to feigning ignorance, they're far better than us old-timers! But the Lu Family are all hard bones; we don't beg for mercy. Zhang Chulan, come on, let me see your true strength."
As his words fell, Lu Ci's Ruyi Force erupted fully, sending various techniques of different force types from all directions straight at Zhang Chulan. Seeing this, Zhang Chulan was startled and thought to himself: "What a Ten Elder. No wonder he earned that title—this kind of skill is terrifying! But it's not enough! Before I got Yangzhou Slow, I couldn't beat you, but with Yangzhou Slow, my qi has completely transformed!"
With that, Zhang Chulan activated the Golden Light Spell. Instantly, the golden light seemed to turn into an impenetrable fortress, then swept outward. All the Ruyi Force power was directly shattered by the overwhelming strength of the golden light. "The bright moon sinks into the Western Sea!!!" As the words left his mouth, Zhang Chulan shot forward, a domineering sword intent tearing through the air, piercing through Lu Ci's body at lightning speed. Then, Wang Ai, still in the middle of painting, was also run through the heart without exception.
For a moment, the few people still watching nearby were all stunned, then shouted: "Patriarch!" But in that instant, Zhang Chulan moved like a ghost, darting swiftly among them. Blood splattered everywhere as they fell, lifeless. Seeing this, Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and sheathed the Ziwei Soft Sword. "I... won!!!"
At that moment, Jiang Zhen jumped down from the air and said with a smile: "Yeah! You won! I never expected your strength to become this formidable. Did Yangzhou Slow really have that much of an effect on you?"
Zhang Chulan grinned and replied: "It's mainly the Chat Group's Chat Points that let me master Yangzhou Slow quickly. I don't have enough internal power yet, but I've reached the realm. My training is twice as efficient, and most importantly, Yangzhou Slow circulates on its own. I've effectively cultivated it for four or five years, and during this time, I also bought some spiritual medicines to take. My strength has grown by leaps and bounds—otherwise, there's no way I could've reached this step in just a year."
Jiang Zhen nodded and said: "Alright, since these guys are dealt with, let's go. More people are gathering outside; we need to leave. First, let's search these two families for their techniques. Later, I'll send you back. If anyone questions you, just say you don't know anything. They have no evidence, so they can't do anything to you, right?"
Hearing this, Zhang Chulan seemed to remember something and said: "Oh, right, do Xu San and Xu Si know I can use a sword?"
Jiang Zhen: "Do they know your true strength?"
Zhang Chulan shook his head and said: "Last time, I just tried a few moves with Feng Baobao—it wasn't really a spar. At most, they know I can hold my own against her; they'd never guess I could take down a Ten Elder afterward."
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Hearing this, Jiang Zhen nodded and said:
"Then it's settled. If they ask, just deny it to the death. But for now, don't use the sword. Wait until the storm passes. By then, even if you do use it, no one will question it. After all, they're already dead men—no need to care at all!!!"
Hearing this, Zhang Chulan also nodded.
"Alright, ready. Let's go!"
With that, Jiang Zhen grabbed Zhang Chulan, and the two vanished from the spot instantly.
And just after they disappeared, the invisible barrier around them quickly faded away.
At that moment, a thick stench of blood spread outward in all directions.
"Not good—the smell of blood! Zhang Chulan!!!"
With that, Feng Baobao dashed out, heading straight for the source of the blood scent.
Seeing this, the others' expressions shifted, and they hurried after her.
Meanwhile, the Old Celestial Master and the other elders had also arrived. Catching the heavy smell of blood, they rushed over as well.
But when everyone reached the scene, they all froze in place.
Only Baobao was still frantically searching for someone, shouting loudly:
"Zhang Chulan! Zhang Chulan..."
Yet no one paid any attention to Feng Baobao's actions. Instead, they all stared at the corpses on the ground, silent.
"This is... it's... my god, two of the Ten Elders—Wang Ai and Lu Ci—they're both dead, both died here."
As soon as these words were spoken, the previously quiet venue erupted into a massive uproar.
In an instant, everyone's faces changed. Even Xu San and Xu Si's expressions turned grim.
"Trouble. This is real trouble now."
At that moment, Xu Si, after glancing at the dead Lu Ci and Wang Ai, walked over to the Old Celestial Master.
"Old Celestial Master, can you tell how the two old masters, Lu and Wang, died?"
Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes upon hearing this and said:
"These two went through a fierce battle. Lu Ci had his right hand severed by a sword in the end. Then he was killed with a single sword strike. As for Wang Ai, it looks like he was in the middle of painting, probably trying to use Divine Painting. But he didn't get it off before he was directly killed. The one who struck has a sword cultivation so high that it's no weaker than us old relics. I just don't know why he would target those two, Wang Ai and Lu Ci."
At this point, Lu Jin, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up:
"Hmph! It's because those two old fools had no sense and only knew how to act recklessly. They must have pissed off someone they shouldn't have! But after this, the Wang and Lu families are probably going to fall into chaos!"
Watching this scene, Feng Zhenghao pushed up his glasses and looked at Wang Ai's corpse, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"The Wang family. Heh, what luck. I wonder who did this. It's given my Tianxia Association a perfect opportunity!"
With that, Feng Zhenghao stepped aside and made a call directly.
Then, looking at Feng Shayan, he said in a low voice:
"Shayan, go find Wang Bing. Remember, don't let him escape. Keep a close watch on him. If the timing is right, just..."
Feng Shayan nodded after hearing this and headed outside.
Just then, a voice suddenly came from outside.
"What the hell! What's going on? What happened here?"
Hearing this voice, everyone turned to look.
"Zhang Chulan? Why are you here?"
At this, Zhang Chulan rubbed his nose and said:
"I ran into Brother Jiang on the way, so I didn't come over. But seriously, what happened here?"
At that moment, Xu Si walked over, looked at Zhang Chulan, and slowly said:
"The Ten Elders—Wang Ai and Lu Ci—have been killed!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Chulan put on a shocked expression.
"What? The Ten Elders were killed!!!"
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