Prince of Southern Ming Must Be Sacrificed to His God-Slaying Saber

The other three members of the Demonic Cult chuckled sinisterly, bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes. With a flicker, they vanished into the night.

Dharma King Yindu also flashed forward, heading toward Zhou Wei's tent.

When he arrived at Zhou Wei's tent, Zhou Wei was practicing the Crimson Sun Palm, waves of red energy radiating from his entire body.

Although Zhou Wei was the General of the Nation, he still persisted in arduous cultivation every day, hoping that one day he could break through into the Xiantian realm.

Just as Zhou Wei was cultivating the Crimson Sun Palm, a streak of sword light suddenly tore through the darkness and stabbed toward his heart. The sword light was incomparably swift, arriving before Zhou Wei in the blink of an eye.

"Who?!" Zhou Wei was instantly alerted. With a loud shout, he swung out a Crimson Sun Palm without even looking, and a crimson wave of palm force met the sword light.

But he had still underestimated the power of that sword light.

The sword light tore through his palm force and struck Zhou Wei in the chest.

Even though Zhou Wei wore armor bestowed by the Emperor of Great Feng, a Low-Grade Spirit Artifact, it was still pierced through by the attacker.

Blood poured from the tip of the longsword.

Clearly, the attacker's longsword was also a spirit artifact.

Fortunately, Zhou Wei had instinctively twisted his body slightly. Otherwise, that sword strike would have pierced straight through his heart. Once the heart was pierced, even a Xiantian grandmaster would die.

Zhou Wei's shout had awakened the guards nearby, and they surged over. However, the guards who rushed in, including the three first- and second-level Xiantian grandmasters, were all stopped by the other three Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult.

Listening to the sounds of combat and screams outside the tent, Zhou Wei stared in shock and fury at the masked Dharma King Yindu, clutching his chest as he retreated again and again.

Yet blood continued to gush from between his fingers.

Dharma King Yindu's eyes were cold and sinister. Without saying a word, he sought a swift victory, thrusting his longsword toward Zhou Wei's throat once more.

This time, the sword light was even faster, and an aura of death enveloped Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei roared in fury and threw a punch with all his strength, waves of fist force rolling forth. But it was useless; he simply could not stop the opponent's longsword.

Just as the longsword was about to pierce Zhou Wei's throat, a tall figure suddenly arrived through the air. His movement technique was far swifter than Dharma King Yindu's.

Sensing someone behind him, Dharma King Yindu turned his head in alarm. The moment he turned, he saw a cold gleaming saber. Before he could retreat or evade, the saber pierced directly through his heart and emerged from his back.

Dharma King Yindu stared in disbelief at the saber that had passed through his chest, his entire body frozen stiff.

"Who are you?" Dharma King Yindu spat out blood as he questioned the tall figure who had suddenly appeared before him.

The Demonic Cult had investigated thoroughly. There could not possibly have been such an expert in Zhou Wei's accompanying party.

Qin Meng wore a loose cloak and hood and was likewise masked, his face covered completely. He said coldly, "Just passing by." With that, he pulled out his saber.

Just passing by?

Dharma King Yindu collapsed into a pool of blood, his face filled with disbelief as he convulsed without end.

Qin Meng glanced at the wound on Zhou Wei's chest. Knowing that his heart had not been hit, he broke through the tent and continued on to kill the other three Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult.

Outside the tent, the other three Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult were locked in a fierce battle with three grandmasters of the Great Feng Dynasty and a host of soldiers. Suddenly, an unmatched streak of saber light descended through the air, dazzling everyone until they could barely open their eyes.

Three screams rang out almost at the same time.

When the people of the Great Feng Dynasty looked over, they saw that all three Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult were clutching their throats as they fell.

After killing Dharma King Yindu and the other four, Qin Meng did not linger. He used his movement technique and vanished into the night in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Wei walked out of the tent.

The soldiers of the Great Feng Dynasty came back to their senses, and someone hurriedly shouted, "Quick, treat my lord!"

After a round of bandaging and treatment, the wound on Zhou Wei's chest finally stopped bleeding.

The soldiers of the Great Feng Dynasty removed the masks from the faces of Dharma King Yindu and the other three.

"They're the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult!" One of the Xiantian grandmasters recognized them.

"The Four Great Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult!" Zhou Wei was also startled when he saw the four clearly.

The Four Great Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult were all third-level Xiantian grandmasters. Dharma King Yindu was even at the peak of the third Xiantian level, only one step away from the fourth level.

The ones who had come to assassinate him had actually been these four.

Recalling that perilous scene from earlier, Zhou Wei still felt lingering fear. If not for that mysterious expert's intervention, he would undoubtedly be dead by now.

He looked in the direction Qin Meng had disappeared, uncertain and suspicious. Who exactly was that mysterious expert? He could not possibly have merely been passing by—but why had he saved him?

Dafeng Capital.

Zhou Cheng had just finished soaking in a medicinal bath.

Suddenly, someone began urgently pounding on the gate to his courtyard.

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er!" Luo Shui called anxiously from outside.

From Luo Shui's voice, one could hear her panic, anxiety, and unease.

Zhou Cheng hurriedly opened the courtyard gate.

"Cheng'er, something happened. Something happened to your father!" The moment Zhou Cheng opened the gate, Luo Shui said anxiously.

"Something happened to Father!" Zhou Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

Had Qin Meng failed to reach his father in time?

"Your father and his group were traveling through Ghost Mound when they were assassinated by the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Demonic Cult!" Luo Shui said. "Dharma King Yindu pierced your father's chest. Although he did not hit his heart, your father's injuries are serious."

"Your father sent word that fortunately, a passing expert stepped in to save him. Otherwise, I'm afraid..."

At this point, Luo Shui felt a wave of lingering fear.

Only then did Zhou Cheng let out a long breath.

"How is Father now?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Your father's chest was pierced through, and his injuries are serious. He will need at least one or two months of rest, so he cannot go to the border. His Majesty has already summoned your father back, and it seems he intends to send Marquis Zhongyong in your father's place." Luo Shui said.

Marquis Zhongyong, Yuan Shu, was a sixth-level Xiantian expert.

When Zhou Cheng heard that his father Zhou Wei would be returning, he thought of how he would again frequently be threatened in the legs by Zhou Wei, and his head began to ache.

"Where is your guard, Qin Meng?" Luo Shui did not see Qin Meng and asked casually.

"Oh, I sent him out to handle something." Zhou Cheng's heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged.

Luo Shui had only asked casually and did not think much of it. Then she and Zhou Cheng continued talking about Zhou Wei's journey this time.

Only after half an hour did Luo Shui leave.

After Luo Shui departed, Zhou Cheng suddenly smashed the stone stool in the courtyard to pieces with one palm. His eyes were ice-cold. "Prince of Southern Ming of the Demonic Cult!"

There was no need to guess. Prince of Southern Ming must have sent the Four Great Dharma Kings to assassinate his father.

Once he broke through to the seventh Xiantian level, he would surely use Prince of Southern Ming of the Demonic Cult as a sacrifice for his God-Slaying Saber.

Zhou Cheng brought up the weapons section of the system panel, which displayed the status of the Earth Cauldron, God-Slaying Saber, and Demon God Garment.

Earth Cauldron: Low-Grade Spirit Artifact progress 6

God-Slaying Saber: Low-Grade Spirit Artifact progress 3

Demon God Garment: Low-Grade Spirit Artifact progress 2

He took out the God-Slaying Saber. In the night, cold light flickered along its blade.

The God-Slaying Saber progressed slowly. It was time to let it drink some blood. Though he could not kill Prince of Southern Ming yet, he could use some followers of the Demonic Cult to consecrate his blade!

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, after Zhou Cheng swallowed an Ancient Body Refining Pill, his Black Tortoise Divine Technique, already at the peak of the fifth layer, finally broke through to the sixth layer. The Indestructible Vajra Divine Technique also successfully broke through to the fifth layer.

"Congratulations, Host, on breaking through to the sixth level of the Body Refining Realm. You have obtained a Realm-Breakthrough Gift Pack."

"Would you like to open the Realm-Breakthrough Gift Pack now?"