213: C213 Dark Pavilion

C213 Dark Pavilion

"Swish."

Dongfang Shang's figure flashed and rushed towards Zhuloong at an extremely fast speed. A folding fan appeared in his hand, emitting a weak light. An oppressive force came from the folding fan.

"High-rank Profound Grade treasure weapon?"

Sensing that oppressive force, Zhuloong's pupils contracted. He never thought that Dongfang Shang would actually have a treasure weapon of High-rank Profound Grade in his hands.

"Swish."

Dongfang Shang waved the fan in his hand. In an instant, a fierce wind blew and in the blink of an eye, the wind turned into hundreds of Wind Blade that shot towards Zhuloong and the others.

Sensing the Wind Blade that was emitting a sharp aura, Zhuloong's expression changed. Without hesitation, he pulled over the two assassins from the Dark Pavilion and placed them in front of him.

"Elder."

Their faces were pale as they screamed in fear. They didn't expect Zhuloong to be so ruthless and use them as a shield.

"Puff puff …"

The Wind Blade was terrifying, and directly passed through the bodies of the Dark Pavilion assassins. These Wind Blade were formed by a Soul Forging expert like Dongfang Shang activating the High-rank Profound Grade, and their power was extremely strong. Even those Martial Cultivator s with Ninth Level of Refined Body Stage were powerless to stop them. They could only watch in horror as the Wind Blade passed through their bodies.

Pillars of blood began blooming in the night sky as the thick smell of blood pervaded the air.

Zhuloong's face was also somewhat pale. Then, with his feet on the ground, he dashed out of the courtyard like a black ray of light. Right now, he really regretted accepting this mission. He didn't even see the target of his missions, but his subordinates had all been killed and wounded.

Those people were people that their Dark Pavilion had paid a huge price to cultivate, and losing one of them was extremely heartbreaking. But now they were all dead.

Gu Feng was also speechless, this was the detection of Soul Forging. Although Gu Feng's current combat strength was even stronger than Martial Cultivator's, in terms of the density of spirit energy, he couldn't compare to Martial Cultivator's power, let alone a Soul Forging expert.

If these people were dealt with by him, he might even lose his life. After all, what he did a few days ago was an assassination attempt, and these people were attacking him together, so he could only retreat.

"That old thing is really spicy. He actually used his subordinate as a shield." Gu Feng exclaimed as he raised his head and looked at Zhuloong's disappearing figure in the night sky.

Zhuloong's previous action made his heart tremble. Obviously, he had done this many times in the past.

"This kind of person absolutely cannot be left alive." A dark and gloomy expression flashed across Dongfang Shang's eyes. This Zhuloong was definitely someone who would use any means possible to achieve his goal. Letting him go was not a good thing for the City Lord's Mansion.

The opponent was not only a strong practitioner at the Soul Forging realm, but also an assassin. It was impossible to guard against such people. Even he himself had to be careful.

Dongfang Shang's face turned solemn. He turned around and said to Gu Feng, "Little Friend Gufeng, you stay here. You have to protect the safety of the young lady. I'll go chase after that bastard."

As soon as he finished his sentence, Dongfang Shang had already shot out like an arrow. His speed was so fast that even Gu Feng sighed.

Zhuloong displayed his sprinting movement technique. Dongfang Shang's strength was beyond his expectations. Although he had already run quite a distance, and could not even sense that someone was following him, he still did not relax. He continued to run with all his might.

"Bastard, this will not end like this." Zhuloong gritted his teeth and said. Dark Pavilion was a very severe punishment for those who failed, and even as an elder, it was not something that could be avoided. It was because of this that his Dark Pavilion was able to once again slowly develop to its current state in a short span of a hundred years.

"You can't leave." The cold voice seemed to come from the netherworld, causing Zhuloong's expression to change drastically. He raised his head and saw a middle-aged scholar wearing white clothes standing in the air. The folding fan in his hand gently swayed as he stared coldly at him.

At the same time, Dongfang Shang took a light step forward. With a grasp of his hand, he waved the folding fan in his hand towards Wu Tie. Instantly, Spiritual Energy converged and formed golden sword rain that filled the sky, as it shot down explosively towards Zhuloong.

"Sky Splitting Sword Rain!"

Buzz! Buzz!

With a flash of golden light and the simultaneous cries of ten thousand swords, the entire world began to tremble. That absolute aura which belonged to a practitioner of the Soul Forging realm burst out without reservation, charging straight into the clouds.

As he looked at the millions of sword rain shooting down, Zhuloong's expression completely changed. A black turtle shell appeared in his hand, and on it, engravings of mysterious and complicated patterns were made.

"[Tortoise Shield]."1

With a loud shout, the Spiritual Energy within his body was insanely poured into the palm-sized shell.

In an instant, the palm-sized turtle shell became several tens of feet larger. The patterns on it flickered and enveloped Zhuloong's entire body.

boom rumble rumble *

The sword rain continuously rained down. As it struck the tortoise shell, an incomparably violent Spiritual Energy impact surged out wave after wave. The forest below was fatally destroyed. Trees broke and the earth ruptured.

Under the constant attacks from the sword rain, the Black Tortoise Shield started to tremble. The markings on it flickered, and soon after, it turned dark.

"Break!"

Dongfang Shang let out a loud roar and also shot down from the sky. The fan in his hand was like a sword as it smashed heavily into the tortoise shield.

"Crunch."

The instant the folding fan collided with the Black Tortoise Shield, the berserk energy in the entire space froze for a moment, followed by a clear cracking sound.

Traces of cracks rapidly spread throughout the entire Xuanwu turtle shield under Zhuloong's terrified gaze. Dongfang Shang's arm exerted force and the [Black Tortoise Shield] completely shattered, falling onto the ground.

Dongfang Shang held onto his folding fan and pierced towards Zhuloong's chest without slowing down.

"Put..." "Let me go." Zhuloong looked at Dongfang Shang in fear and said, it was too late for him to dodge now.

"Die." A cold light flashed through the eyes of the Dongfang family member as he coldly spoke. He stabbed the folding fan with force with his palm.

"Pfft."

Fresh blood gushed out and the fan pierced through Zhuloong's body and into the ground. Zhuloong's consciousness gradually became blurry and he finally fell onto the ground.

With a casual wave of his hand, he recalled the folding fan. Dongfang Shang walked beside Zhuloong and felt around his body. He quickly found a black token from Zhuloong's bosom. On one side of the black token was carved the word "Dark" while on the other side was the word "Kill."

"Dark Pavilion, I never thought that it would actually be these mice that can't see the light of day." Dongfang Shang had a cold killing intent at the corner of his mouth: "Since you guys are participating, then I'll make you guys disappear completely this time."

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