Dominating Martial King
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478: Chapter 253 Ferocious (Please Subscribe) 478: Chapter 253 Ferocious (Please Subscribe) Having killed Yu Chiyang, the wielder of the Blood Rain Sword, Chu Xisheng lingered at the spot for merely fifteen breaths before continuing north towards Prince Lake.

He and Bai Xiaozhao hastily cleaned up the battlefield together.

Bai Xiaozhao was responsible for scattering, destroying, and sweeping away all traces remaining on the battlefield, tearing apart the springs inside the needles of ‘Immortal Tribulation’; whereas Chu Xisheng focused on collecting Magic Artifacts.

Mainly gathering various kinds of jewelry and small items, not only were they valuable, but they were also small in size and light in weight, which wouldn’t affect his movement speed.

He didn’t consider larger items like armor and weapons.

He had only taken a spare Yan Ling Saber and Yu Chiyang’s Blood Rain Sword.

The Yan Ling Saber was a Lower-Tier Fifth Grade Magic Artifact and could replace the Gentle Wind Thunder Blade.

This Gentle Wind Thunder Blade was as sturdy as the majority of Fifth Grade weapons, but during the clash with Yu Chiyang and the others, its blade still chipped slightly.

The chips were small and could be polished smooth afterward.

However, Chu Xisheng couldn’t neglect to prepare a spare saber as a precaution.

In fact, he had two spare sabers, but he hadn’t brought them due to the suddenness of the incident.

The Blood Rain Sword, on the other hand, was a Sword Artifact of the Lower Rank Fifth Grade, and crucially, it wasn’t an Evil Magic Artifact.

None of Chu Xisheng’s men used thin swords, so he planned to sell this thing later; it was worth a lot of money.

Actually, most of these people likely carried numerous elixirs, Demon Silver, and silver notes with them.

But Chu Xisheng couldn’t be bothered to search.

Dealing with these things later would be troublesome, especially the named silver notes.

Trying to get the money changers to cough up the silver for named silver notes was more difficult than reaching the heavens.

As Chu Xisheng continued heading north, his face filled with joy as his right hand mimicked the shape of a blade, he gestured through the air.

During the recent fight with Yu Chiyang, Chu Xisheng had gained new insights into the move ‘Void Hall Mirror,’ further perfecting the integration of Martial Intent and Technique.

So much so that even Chu Xisheng himself hadn’t expected to reflect Yu Chiyang’s sword power so cleanly and decisively, killing him with a single strike.

What thrilled Chu Xisheng the most was that his blade move ‘Void Hall Mirror,’ influenced by the Vengeful True Intent at the eleventh layer, had started to exude traces of the Heavenly Dao Rhythm.

Its power seemed no less formidable than that of an Extreme Move.

Half a moment later, Prince Lake was already in sight in the distance.

However, Chu Xisheng’s expression became cold as ice as he narrowed his eyes.

It was because four men stood on the shore of the lake up ahead.

Their appearances were diverse, some were tall and burly like iron towers; others were short and skinny, resembling aged monkeys.

Yet without exception, all were dressed in the uniform of constables from the Six Gates, outfitted with shackles.

Among them was a Fifth Grade Chief Constable in red, accompanied by three Sixth Grade Deputy Chief Constables also in red.

Chu Xisheng did not change direction, nor did he slow his pace.

He glided along, hugging the ground like a ghost or a rapidly moving cloud of smoke.

Only when Chu Xisheng was a mere twenty zhang from the four Six Gates arrest officers at the shore of the lake did he stop.

“Rock Eagle Divine Constable Master Zhao?”

Chu Xisheng looked at the elderly man standing in the central position among the four.

His eyebrows rose in surprise, “You are the Chief Constable of Linhai County.

Why would you come to meddle in the affairs of Xiushui County?”

In the past, in Linhai County, he had met this Chief Constable through the introduction of the Coastal Zhou Family.

Chu Xisheng even recognized the other three; ‘Ghost Hand’ Kan Zhongze, ‘Iron Blade’ Luo Xiang, and ‘White Ape Sword’ Yan Liu.

They were all famous Sixth Grade arrest officers from Linhai and he had shared a drink with them.

Mr.

Zhao was in his sixties, with white hair, thick eyebrows, and a nose like a hawk’s beak.

The old man looked down, his face serious: “The East State Inspection Department has ordered that the East State Six Gates must capture you at all costs as soon as possible.

I am here to execute that order and bring Young Flag Owner Chu to justice.”

His hands slightly curved as if they were powerful claws of an eagle, the nails at their tips gleaming with the cold light of a blade’s edge: “I advise Young Flag Owner Chu not to resist!

If you consider the affection of our past acquaintance, I will do my utmost to ensure your safety in prison.

Otherwise, I know you, but my eagle claws do not recognize Young Flag Owner Chu.”

Chu Xisheng chuckled dryly, continuing to walk towards the four, “Then I would also advise you to step aside early.

It would be wise to avoid needlessly losing your lives over this matter that doesn’t concern you.

Before Chu’s saber, there is likewise no friendship to speak of.”

Mr.

Zhao’s eyebrows briefly lifted, followed by a sigh, “Why must you be so obstinate, Young Flag Owner?

You started an uprising in Xiushui County, subjecting hundreds of thousands along the riverbanks to the woes of war.

And once the court decides to quell the rebellion, it will lead to an even greater disaster, affecting several neighboring counties.”

“I know that the main culprit of this disaster is not your Iron Banner Gang.

However, given the circumstances, I ask that you, Young Flag Owner, consider the well-being of nearly ten million people in Xunyang, Xiushui, and Linhai, and surrender to calm this great turmoil.”

Chu Xisheng simply shook his head, unimpressed.

He smirked with a hint of sarcasm, “I was wondering why the government is being so obstinate.

Why doesn’t the court apprehend Sikong Chan?

Just taking away his official position would restore peace to Xiushui County.”

At these words, Mr.

Zhao was taken aback, then his expression hardened and he huffed lightly, “Nonsense!”

“How could the mighty Daning Court bow to a criminal from the underworld, a rebel of the Jianghu?”

At this moment, his robes danced without wind, and he began to rise into the air.

Mr.

Zhao’s eyes then turned chillingly fierce, “If the Young Flag Owner insists on this path, then do not blame me for showing no mercy—”