Xiao Muyun

731 Xiao Muyun

Zhao Xiangzhen retreated ten zhang in a frenzy, shaking a hundred talismans from his sleeve. Before the Talisman Paper had even finished burning, Chen Xuanji's broken blade was already pressed against his neck. Zhao Xiangzhen's face instantly turned pale, and a trace of fear flashed through his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He had seen people who didn't care whether they lived or died, but never anyone this utterly reckless.

"Chen Xuanji, you old bastard, don't think you've won!" Zhao Xiangzhen's voice trembled faintly, but his tone remained forceful. "My Zhao Family has profound foundations. You're nothing but a clown jumping around. What happened today was merely because my Zhao Family let its guard down for a moment."

Chen Xuanji let out a cold laugh. His broken blade shifted slightly, slicing through Zhao Xiangzhen's skin, and blood trickled down his neck.

"You little brat from the Zhao Family, do you take this old man for an easy target? Back then, your Zhao Family struck in secret and left my Yan King's Mansion gravely weakened. Today, this old debt must be settled properly."

Zhao Xiangzhen's expression grew even uglier. He knew he had nowhere left to retreat. Biting through the tip of his tongue, he spat out a mouthful of natal blood essence, attempting to counterattack with his last remaining strength.

A strange Blood Talisman suddenly appeared and ignited, shielding Zhao Xiangzhen's neck and skull.

Chen Xuanji swung his broken blade, but failed to sever his head.

Elsewhere, Yan Tianxing stepped through the void in midair, his sword pointing straight down. He slew several Zhao Family experts in succession.

Zhao Xiangzhen's face became terribly grim. He knew he had nowhere left to retreat. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Yan Tianxing, don't celebrate too soon. My Zhao