Dominating Martial King
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476: Chapter 252: Dropping the Pretense (Please Subscribe)_3 476: Chapter 252: Dropping the Pretense (Please Subscribe)_3 Both of them had already slain several groups of people along the way.

Four Sixth Grade enemies had died under Chu Xisheng’s blade, and more than thirty Seventh Rank.

However, Jianghu figures were converging nearby in increasing numbers, forming into groups and teams.

“There are way more of them than we expected,”

Bai Xiaozhao scratched her chin with a claw, her expression baffled, “I even saw a lot of constables.

And many others have formidable strength, with a heavy killing aura.”

Fortunately, those constables from the Six Gates didn’t get along too well with the Blood Wind Thieves and those water bandit pirates; otherwise, they would have been cornered just now.

Chu Xisheng knew the reason.

He had been labeled a rebel by the East State Inspector General’s Office, and the manhunt from the Six Gates had arrived as scheduled.

But he couldn’t explain this to Bai Xiaozhao; he certainly couldn’t say he found out about his wanted status through a system prompt.

He changed the subject, “Little Zhao, would you be willing to join my Iron Banner Gang after this is over and be under my command?”

“Under your command?”

Bai Xiaozhao was startled, her black jade-like eyes staring at Chu Xisheng, “Is that possible?

According to the rules of Lishan, all demons who cultivate to Seventh Rank must leave the mountain to find their own path.

I haven’t decided where to go yet, but this won’t work, right?

You humans have a strong dislike for us demons, always shouting and killing on sight.

If I become your subordinate, won’t I implicate you?”

She was no longer the innocent little demon who had arrived in Coastal without any knowledge of the human world.

Lady Yu had once told her to not get too entangled with Chu Xisheng, as it would not be good for either of them.

The demon clan would consider her a traitor and ostracize her; the court and warriors would accuse Chu Xisheng of colluding with demons.

“Why not!”

Chu Xisheng chuckled wryly to himself, thinking he had already been declared a rebel, so why should he care about this?

Strength is what mattered.

As long as his and Iron Banner Gang’s power were great enough to resist suppression by the government, any crime could be spun around.

Even if one was a court-condemned rebel, there were numerous examples of amnesty.

“All you have to do is agree to be under my command, Little Zhao.

If you feel it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to stay by my side,” he said.

He only needed the nominal allegiance right now.

Chu Xisheng remembered seeing the ‘Bloodline Talent of Thunderbirth Beast (First Tier)’ in the Martial Arts Treasure Vault’s module for power management.

Wind and thunder generate each other.

The bloodlines of the ‘Wind Beast’ can merge with that of the ‘Thunder Beast’; combined, they become the Divine Beast ‘Chenghuang,’ a being whose combat prowess equals the leading Five Spirits ‘Qilin.’

Chu Xisheng pondered whether the System was deliberately leading him to spend his increasing number of Blood Essence Points on his Martial Arts cultivation or on his subordinates, given that he had so many Blood Essence Points that he couldn’t seem to expend.

Of course, Chu Xisheng didn’t see Bai Xiaozhao as a subordinate; he merely wanted to repay her this way.

With just a bit of Thunder Power as a catalyst, Bai Xiaozhao’s Thunderbirth Beast Bloodline could be awakened to eventually transform into ‘Chenghuang.’

The two drops of First-grade Vengeance Essence Blood he received yesterday had been a tremendous help to him; it wasn’t an overstatement to call it a life-changing favor.

Chu Xisheng always believed in repaying kindness with even greater kindness.

“But I just want to stay by Grandpa’s side!”

In her haste, Bai Xiaozhao blurted out ‘Grandpa’ again.

Without parents, she regarded Chu Xisheng as her father, filled with deep admiration.

Now that Lady Yu was following Lishan Old Mother’s orders to the Northern Central Plains, where the Giant Spirit roamed, Chu Xisheng was her only reliance.

Agitated, Bai Xiaozhao circled around on Chu Xisheng’s shoulder a few times before a thought struck her, “Then I’ll be your Spirit Pet?

Not for real, just the status of a Spirit Pet.

Your Human Clan seems to not dislike that.

I have your Essence Blood inside me; I can fool others with it.”

Chu Xisheng was left speechless, thinking to himself that Bai Xiaozhao was a Wind Beast of Emperor Bloodline.

Her ability to enter the core circle of Array during Emperor’s Liquid showed her status in Lishan.

If the Lishan Old Mother knew what Bai Xiaozhao had just said, would she blow her top?

If he dared accept Bai Xiaozhao as a Spirit Pet, wouldn’t it trigger the rage of the Lishan demon clan?

His attention quickly shifted to what was ahead.

He saw an acquaintance about five miles to his left.

It was ‘Blood Rain Sword’ Yu Chiyang, who was leading a group of around sixty or seventy people, blocking a path on the left.

This man’s face was still as pale as paper, devoid of any hint of color.

However, Chu Xisheng could tell his spiritual mechanism was no longer as weak as the day before.

He estimated that the man had suppressed his injuries and recovered seventy to eighty percent of his strength.

Behind Yu Chiyang stood three Sixth Grade Martial Cultivators in blood-red clothes, along with sixty-five water bandits.

Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows slightly and dove forward without hesitation.

At first, he moved at a normal pace, unhurried, until he got within two miles distance.

Then he suddenly sped up, his body moving as fast as lightning.

And just as they were about a hundred feet apart, a sudden torrent of arrows and silver needles rained toward him from the opposing side.

The scene was just like several other recent combats.

Only this time, there were more people, the arrow storm was denser, and the number of ‘Immortal Tribulation’ devices had increased to four.

But when Chu Xisheng, wielding the Gentle Wind Thunder Blade, surged forward, those arrows and silver needles curled back like a silver waterfall.

The barrier of blades before him appeared impenetrable, repelling water and resisting needles.

Differently from before, Chu Xisheng could only reflect three-tenths of them back.

The water bandits were now prepared and very few of the reflected arrows and needles actually injured them—just three or five people cried out in pain.