Chapter 401: The Lord of Arms and the Prince
Chapter 401: The Lord of Arms and the Prince
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the audience.
"The Heavenly Evil Cult is here!"
"How dare they! I am here at Xianyun Mountain to discuss matters in order to deal with them, yet they dare to come to my door? Are they really looking for death?"
"The lessons of Qiushui Sect and Taicang Sect are not far away. We must not be careless. The military master's supernatural power is unparalleled and should not be underestimated."
"Now that things have come to this, what should we do?"
"Of course, I'll ask the leader to make the decision!!"
Some were in panic, some turned pale, and some quietly retreated behind the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to escape.
Seeing the scene gradually becoming chaotic, Chu Qing couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
Liu Zhaonian sneered:
“Well done!!”
His voice was emitted by his inner strength, instantly suppressing the noise in the venue.
Then Liu Zhaonian said loudly:
“We have gathered here today to compete with the Tianxie Cult.
"It would have been fine if we didn't go looking for him, but he actually came to our door in person, saving us a lot of effort.
"Now that we have elected a leader of the martial arts world, we would like to ask the leader for instructions on how we should proceed!"
Although some people had suggested asking the alliance leader to make the decision beforehand, only a few people around him could hear what he said.
Now Liu Zhaonian's voice filled the entire place.
All of a sudden, everyone looked at Chu Qing. Thinking of the terrifying martial arts that Chu Qing had just displayed with his every move, they all had an indescribable feeling of peace of mind, as if they had found their backbone.
Chu Qing's eyes turned around the scene and he spoke in a deep voice:
“The military leader is a disaster, killing people and slaughtering cities.
“The Jianghu and the people have suffered from the evil cult for a long time.
"Palace Master Liu is right. Even if they don't come, we will go find them next.
"Now that they have come to our door, it really saves us a lot of effort.
"The Tianxie Cult is now at the foot of Xianyun Mountain. Are you willing to lead your disciples and follow me down the mountain to meet the Tiansha Bingzhu, one of the four Bingzhu of the Tianxie Cult?"
"I'm willing to go!!"
Ouyang Tianxu clasped his fists and spoke.
The rest of the people echoed.
For a moment, it seemed like it was soaring into the sky.
"In that case, let's go down the mountain."
Chu Qing waved his arm, jumped up, and ran straight down the mountain.
Seeing this, the others also jumped up and followed him down the mountain.
The scene was grand. Each family displayed their lightness skills and leaped out. From a distance, they looked densely packed with various figures.
Although Xianyun Mountain is very high, those who come to participate in this heroic conference are all people with some abilities.
The small mountain roads were no problem for them at all.
Just like this, it was like dark clouds falling, but when they reached the ground, they were just shadows.
Before reaching the foot of the mountain, Chu Qing had already seen the densely packed Tianxie Cult disciples.
A rough look showed that there were at least four to five thousand people.
To be honest, this world is vast and the land is rich. Four or five thousand people may sound like a lot, but in fact, it is nothing when looking at the world as a whole.
Not to mention other things, just the number gathered on Xianyun Mountain now is more than this.
In particular, each sect that came to participate in this event brought a lot of people with them, and their combined number far exceeded that of the Tianxie Cult.
But this is by no means an advantage!
Regardless of whether they are capable generals or vanguard soldiers under the Lord of Arms, they all practice the [Killing Sutra].
The martial arts of this group of people continued to improve with each bloody killing.
It is absolutely not something that ordinary disciples of Jianghu can contend with.
Therefore, although the Tianxie Cult is at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, it is difficult to predict the final outcome.
Just when Chu Qing led many martial arts figures and flew down Xianyun Mountain.
In the makeshift tent of the Tianxie Cult, a pale-faced, evil-looking young man was carefully brewing tea.
He put all his energy into the teapot, carefully following every step, fearing any mistakes.
Finally, he brought a cup of brewed tea and brought it to a middle-aged man with a calm expression.
"My lord, please use it."
The young man spoke softly.
The middle-aged man hummed softly, holding the book in one hand and the teacup in the other. After taking a sip, he said:
"Is there any movement?"
"Have."
The boy answered:
"They are going to come down the mountain and confront us head on."
"So, this farce of the martial arts leader is over?"
The middle-aged man took another sip of the tea in the cup and suddenly looked at the young man:
"What do you think of the Third Young Master?"
The young man thought for a moment and said:
“Being successful at a young age, he is a little arrogant.
"He who is bold and reckless deserves death."
The middle-aged man shook his head:
"Nonsense, what young man wouldn't be arrogant when he succeeds? He's still a teenager?
"If you dare to disobey my Tianxie Cult, you deserve death... I remember that when you first joined my sect, you were not of this temperament.
"Why don't you dare to tell the truth now?"
"In front of the military leader, there is no room for subordinates to speak too much."
The young man smiled bitterly, with a hint of flattery and ingratiation in his tone.
The soldier sighed softly:
"It is extremely difficult to hear the truth nowadays...
"Then let me ask you, who do you think will win and who will lose if I fight him?"
"Of course, the Lord has won a great victory. How can the mere Third Young Master be comparable to the Lord's divine power?"
After the young man said this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Although the military leader in front of him did not have the slightest murderous aura, his face was even more peaceful, giving people the illusion that he had a good temper.
But now, the faint smile that always appeared on his face was gone.
There is a slight dullness between his brows.
This is a sign of the Lord of Arms' wrath.
The boy didn't dare to think too much, and knelt on the ground with a plop:
"My Lord, please forgive me. I will die!"
"You know, some lies can kill people."
The soldier master slowly said:
"To estimate the outcome, we need to determine it from past results.
“This man fought eight people alone in Tianlai City. His martial arts skills are so high that it is impossible for him to come out of the Southern Region.
"From a practical point of view, you should make it clear that the outcome of this battle is unpredictable, and I need to do my best to avoid any accidents.
"But you are talking nonsense. If I believed your words, I would be careless and underestimate the enemy.
"But he was beaten to death by that guy in front of the two armies...Wasn't that a loss of my life?"
The military leader's tone was neither harsh nor vicious; he spoke calmly, as if giving an earnest instruction.
The boy's body was shaking like a sieve:
"It is my ignorance. Please... please be lenient, my Lord."
"it is good."
The soldier said:
"You raise your head."
The young man raised his head subconsciously, and at this moment, the Lord of Arms suddenly stretched out his hand towards his face.
Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard from inside the tent.
A breeze blew, blowing the book that the Lord of Arms had placed on the table. The pages turned open, and only a few words were written on it: Eternal Night Valley Skinning Technique!
Suddenly, a bloody hand grabbed the book...
After a while, the commander of the army walked out of the tent.
He took two steps and touched his neck again, but his hands were covered in blood. He thought for a moment and wiped them with a piece of fine cloth.
After making sure that there was no more blood on it, he retracted the cloth, raised his eyes, and slowly looked upwards. He saw a figure, like a nimble monkey, standing on the flagpole, with his hands on the pergola, looking in the direction of Xianyun Mountain.
The commander of the army hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said:
"Meet the Drama Prince."
The man turned around and saw a mask on his face with the word "drama" written on it.
He chuckled, rolled down from the flagpole.
He circled around the Lord of Arms and said with a smile:
"You have improved your skills, which is cause for celebration."
The soldier said softly:
"My Lord, please forgive me for making fun of you."
As he spoke these words, the sound of drums suddenly resounded throughout the camp.
One after another, figures moved in time and gathered in front of the position.
"They're coming."
The prince smiled and said:
"How about this king and you have a good meeting with this famous Third Young Master today?"
"Then there is Prince Lao."
"No, it is the Lord of Arms that I rely on."
The prince of drama smiled and said:
"We will definitely gain a lot today...but I don't know if this is the end of the third young master."
The commander of the army said nothing and walked forward.
The Prince of Drama followed closely behind him and said with a smile:
“Speaking of which, this trick really works.
"It's enough to fool anyone...but how come there's not even a single flaw?"
He kept on talking, but the military leader didn't say a word.
In the blink of an eye, the two men arrived in front of the position.
The seats are already prepared.
However, the commander did not sit down in the main seat, but looked at the prince of drama:
"Your Majesty, please take a seat as the military supervisor this time."
"That would be too much of a distraction."
The drama prince waved his hands quickly:
"If I take this position, the leader will peel off my skin...
“But speaking of skinning, I wonder when the military leader will be able to lend me the rare copy he got.
“The Eternal Night Valley mentioned above, there is no news about it anymore, I don’t know how many years ago it existed.
“But the skinning method described in it is truly astonishing.
"It's really abominable that the military leader eats alone."
As he spoke, he went to the other end and sat down.
At this time, there were figures standing on both sides of the seats, and each of them exuded a dangerous aura.
It looks like a blood-stained knife, a murderous sword.
The sharpness and murderousness coexist, which makes people frightened when they see it.
Seeing the Lord of Arms and the Prince of Opera arriving together, the eight people bowed and greeted them one after another, first greeting the Lord of Arms and then the Prince of Opera.
The commander of the army remained silent, but the Prince of Drama's gaze passed over them one by one.
Whisper of praise:
"The [Killing Sutra] is indeed very convenient at times.
"They all thought that if one of the eight great generals under the Lord of Arms died, it would be one less.
“But they don’t know that with the [Killing Sutra], there will be as many eight great war generals as one wants. There can be eight great war generals, or even eighty great war generals.
“If you are a little more ruthless and kill more people, you can still have 800 great generals!
"By the way, do the four military masters have any obsession with the word 'eight'?"
The commander of the army glanced at the prince of drama:
"Your Majesty..."
As soon as he finished saying these two words, his expression suddenly darkened and he looked up abruptly.
A cloud seemed to float across the sky, and the dark clouds spread out, bringing darkness to the whole sky.
The prince of drama gave a strange cry:
"Hey, is this the Destroyer Demon Lord coming?
"Speaking of which, who is the villain? Isn't the one coming from Lingbei's martial arts leader?"
"Your Majesty, be careful with your words."
The military leader uttered four words, sat upright on the main seat, and focused his eyes on a young man.
He appeared in the air in front of the position in white clothes, like a modest gentleman, seemingly abruptly, yet as if it was inevitable.
Just like that, he stepped into the air and stood with his hands behind his back.
She is as graceful as a fairy from the sky, coming to the world for the first time.
The disciples of Tianxie Cult all kept calm and their expressions did not change. Even though they were startled by the sudden appearance of this person, there was not a trace of surprise on their faces.
Chu Qing glanced around and saw the entire layout of the Tianxie Cult.
There were four phalanxes in total at the front, each with about a thousand people.
Behind this square formation is a high platform.
There were eight masters with extraordinary aura standing on the high platform, and the one sitting in the main seat... should be the Lord of Arms.
And next to the Lord of Arms, there was a chair.
The position of this chair is very special. It seems to be higher than the main seat, but it is not placed in front, but at an angle.
It seems to indicate that the owner of this chair has a higher status than the person sitting on the main seat.
Put it here, sit here, just don't want to steal the show.
But what really concerned Chu Qing was the person squatting on the chair.
The man's face could not be seen, only a mask with the word "drama" written on it.
"My Lord Drama..."
Chu Qing murmured, and many memories of his time in Nanling came to his mind.
This person uses the [Nine Profound Divine Art] as a guide to trick people into practicing his evil methods, and after they succeed in practicing them, they will become his puppets.
He used the law as a thread, turned it into a play, and fooled the world.
Chu Qing had long wanted to meet this Drama Prince, with whom he had always dealt but never actually met.
But I didn't expect it would happen today.
When Chu Qing looked at Prince Xi, Prince Xi was also looking at Chu Qing.
He suddenly waved to Chu Qing:
"Third brother, it's been a long time since we last met in Qingxi Village."
Chu Qing burst out laughing. He was imitating Wenrou.
Qingxi Village was indeed the place where they first met. At that time, Chu Qing followed the principle of less trouble is worse than more trouble and ignored him hiding in the dark.
But I didn't expect that he would bring it up today.
"My Lord Xi, you are in a good mood. Are you here today to find a good place to be buried?"
Chu Qing spoke slowly, and naturally there was no politeness in his words.
Unexpectedly, the drama prince nodded repeatedly:
"You and I have indeed been friends for a long time, and Third Brother knows my heart very well.
"That's right, I came here today to find a good burial place...
"Does Third Brother have any recommendations?"
"Have."
Chu Qing nodded:
"I saw the unique scenery of Xianyun Mountain, and the location at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and water, is perfect for eternal rest.
"Why not let the prince commit suicide in front of everyone and bury his bones among the green mountains and clear waters? Wouldn't that be a relief?"
"That won't do... After all, I am one of the Twelve Holy Kings of the Tianxie Cult. Even if I die, I can't die too hastily, right?"
The prince of drama said with a smile:
"Today, I must bring more righteous warriors to accompany me in my burial, so that when I go to the underworld, I will not see my peers who died at the hands of my third brother and be bullied by them because I am alone and powerless."
(End of this chapter)