My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 544 - 480: Rampant Demon Dao

Chapter 544: Chapter 480: Rampant Demon Dao

As Chu Zhizheng spoke, the magic sword trembled.

"No good! This magic sword has anchor point characteristics!"

"Retreat!"

Out of the five people watching this scene unfold, only one hesitated slightly. The rest decisively turned and ran.

But Wang Zijia was not a typical Divine Tour traveller!

By the time the others realized something was wrong, Wang Zijia had already arrived.

The Infant God quickly used the escape technique, covering the Magic Sword with a piece of human skin that then expanded, turning into an incarnate form, and merged into one with the Infant God.

Wang Zijia looked around, integrated his divine thought into the magic sword, and quickly understood the situation at hand. He frowned and said, "What kind of vermin dare to target my Chu Family!"

Upon finishing his words, he gestured with his hand, and five crimson flying swords emerged.

"Swoosh, swoosh!"

The flying swords transformed into streaming light and disappeared at once.

"God Monarch Chu, there is a misunderstanding!"

"Honorable Chu elder, please spare us!"

As the flying swords pierced through the void, five men were instantly singled out. Each of them had some tricks up their sleeves; none of them fell victim to the flying swords. They struggled to defend against the flying swords and threw their pride to the wind, begging for mercy.

"Bind yourselves, and I may spare your lives!" Seeing this, Wang Zijia said indifferently.

These five notorious evil cultivators had been famous for many years and had accumulated significant power. Turning them into tools was more beneficial than killing them.

"God Monarch, do not abuse your power!"

"Old dog, do you really think we are afraid of you!"

Two of the evil cultivators, while struggling to defend themselves, snapped back fiercely. Living on the edge of the blade for many years, they would never willingly bind themselves.

"Looking for death!"

Wang Zijia’s face turned cold, and with a slight move of his mind, the power of the flying swords attacking the five men suddenly increased.

"Don’t hold back your trump cards. If you don’t use them now, we’re all going to die here today." Yan Yunfang, the skilled fighter of the Willow Gate, roared. A blood-spotted human-skin drum flew out of him.

"Boom, boom!"

A strange vibration spread out, and the special Dao sound stopped the five attacking flying swords for a moment.

In the next moment, a Daoist took out a Fu Treasure, and a huge gold brick appeared above Wang Zijia’s head.

"Fall!"

Not just him, all five evil cultivators simultaneously took action. Fu Treasures and magic treasures all emerged, all containing Infant God-level attacks, and aimed at Wang Zijia in an extremely coordinated manner.

If Wang Zijia was a newly ascended Infant God or a Divine Tour traveller, he might have fallen victim to their trap.

Unfortunately for them, Wang Zijia was neither!

Confronting the attack, a cold light sparkled in Wang Zijia’s eyes, and he gestured with his hand.

’Borrowing from False Spirits: Ancient Transport Formation!’

The next moment, a huge figure appeared behind Wang Zijia, and his momentum quickly rose.

"Peak Infant God? Damn it! This is an old monster!"

"We cannot fight him!"

"Run separately, if you can ..."

The faces of the five evil cultivators turned pale. Unfortunately, they didn’t get a chance to escape.

As the shadowy Daoist raised his hand, five beams of light burst out, and the flying swords, fast as lightning, pierced the eyebrows of the five men without any resistance.

"Puff!"

Four of them activated their life-saving techniques, but to no effect.

Only Jiang Jingshu, who cultivated the Painted Skin technique, survived. After he and the two human skins next to him burst, he turned into a skinned blood man and escaped into the distance.

Pursued by the blood-colored streamer, he moved at an extremely fast speed. It was clear that he had activated a blood escape technique.

"Old Bastard, I won’t forget this!" Before Jiang Jingshu escaped, he spat out a threat, showing the arrogance of evil cultivators.

"Hmph!" Wang Zijia snorted coldly.

With a wave of his hand, the human skin exploded by the other party turned into a cluster of fragmented meat caught by Wang Zijia. He extracted a strange aura from it.

"If I allowed you to escape just like that, would I still have face?"

Looking at the extracted strange thread, several thick strands connected to the distant place, Wang Zijia’s words were cold.

From the blurry Daoist figure behind him, the Second Lad transformed into a crimson flying sword.

’Karma· Sword Dao: Cutting Heaven Seven Swords - Flying Sword!’

The crimson flying sword vibrated, and Wang Zijia wrapped the thread of karma around it. The flying sword immediately followed the thread, locking onto the Blood Man, Jiang Jingshu, who was still fleeing.

"Go!"

At Wang Zijia’s command, the flying sword vibrated.

"Swoosh!"

With a sonic boom, the flying sword transformed into a stream of light and flew away.

"No!"

In the next moment, a desperate scream rose, and then there was silence.

After a few moments, the Second Lad reincarnated as a flying sword, rushing back with a corpse.

Wang Zijia flipped his hand and collected the bodies of the five evil cultivators. Only then, he frowned and looked at Chu Zhizheng who was still in shock. "What happened? I ordered you to control An County, yet it turned out like this," He asked.

Chu Zhizheng immediately came to his senses and respectfully replied, "To answer your question, Third Uncle, these fellows probably rushed here after seeing your actions in Qinghe Mansion. They were just trying to take advantage of the situation and steal from us."

In his conversation, he recounted the event, not concealing his own operational errors.

Listening made Wang Zijia furrow his brows, providing him with a new understanding of the audaciousness of these heterodox demon folk.

Though they knew this case involved a God Monarch and the feud of two leading families, they still desired to take advantage of the situation to benefit themselves. Without a doubt, they were true figures of the heterodox path!

Just as Wang Zijia prepared to say something, he felt another call for help in the following moment.

"Alright, finish tidying up this city as quickly as possible!"

Without time to say more, he disappeared with the flash of a teleport, leaving behind only a new, powerful Magic Sword.

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Describing Bai Tuo Town as a town was no longer quite fitting.

Originally, it was indeed a small town under the jurisdiction of Qinghe Mansion. However, after the Murong family stepped in, due to its advantageous geographical location, it was developed into a market city.

With over a thousand years of development, it was more prosperous than most county towns under Qinghe Mansion, and had also become one of the most important resources for the Murong family.

Thus, not only was this place protected by a complete, third-grade peak compound array, it also had a Perfected one from the Murong family, the recently appointed guest elder Perfected one, and several others from different factions stationed there.

When Great Elder Chu Lin arrived with his men, not a single person negotiated with them because the array of the town had already started operating. Clearly, they had already received advance news.

Moreover, Murong Guangping, who was guarding the town, had already unified his views, planning to rally all personnel in the market town for a last stand.

However, all of this was just a futile struggle.

After all, Wang Zijia had obtained detailed information about Qinghe Mansion, and given Chu Ziyu’s continuous recounts over the past half month, Wang Zijia naturally understood the situation.

So not only did he give Great Elder Chu Lin a Magic Sword with a false spirit of a Perfected one, but he also gave him a jade talisman of an Infant God that he had tested before.

After Chu Lin tried attacking the array twice and achieved nothing, he decisively took out a glass-bead-sized, blood crystal-like bead from his sleeve.

The bead was full of cracks, with a faint molten rock streaming light flashing inside.

Holding the bead, Chu Lin felt somewhat nervous. After years of cultivation, he had never used a Fu Treasure.

Fortunately, Wang Zijia’s jade talisman was even simpler to use than a Fu Treasure.

Following Chu Lin’s mental activation, the round jade talisman immediately lit up with a dangerous red light.

In the next moment, Chu Lin injected a strand of weak mana into it, and the round bead in his hand rapidly expanded to form a dark red fireball the size of a round table in front of him.

"Bubble!"

The terrifying heat wave made the fellow disciples of the Chu family following him swallow in unison.

Chu Lin, completely focused, manipulated the fireball with his thoughts to slowly rise, like a dim red sun.

"Whoosh!"

When Chu Lin completed his target lock, the hovering burning fireball instantly transformed into a streaming light.

"Huh!"

Chu Lin exhaled a breath with slight exhaustion. Even though this didn’t consume his mana, it was somewhat strenuous for a sacrificial wine peak divine thought to drive an Infant God-level molten fireball.

"Plop!"

"Hiss!"

"Plop······"

In the next moment, the anticipated world-ending explosion didn’t occur.

They saw the red sun collide with the protective array, and then it burst into a pool of molten rock, covering half of the protective shield.

Subsequently, small explosions and corrosive cyan smoke alternately sounded.

The peak compound array of third grade, which could withstand an attack from an Infant God for seven minutes, began to rapidly fluctuate.

"Snap!"

In just a few tens of seconds, it completely dispersed in front of the Chu family members.

Several molten rocks with remaining power fell into the city, but didn’t cause any disturbances.

"Let’s go!"

Seeing this, Chu Lin directly led the Magic Sword, killing his way into the market city.

However, an accident occurred again. The moment they entered the city, another array, an Illusion Formation emerged!

What they saw earlier, the orderly city defense, was all an illusion.

As soon as they entered, a thick fog struck them simultaneously with a strong smell of blood. There were broken corpses everywhere in the city.

Intense fog filled the entire city with visibility less than five meters.

"Elder, someone seems to have arrived before us?" someone said, looking at the scene somewhat awkwardly.

Chu Lin shook his head and said, "The protective array is intact. It’s clearly the work of someone inside."

"Elder, these people either had their souls extracted before they died, or they died in extreme bliss! It should be the work of Murong Guangping of the Murong family and the newly appointed guest elder of the Color Gate, Feng Bainiang’s illusion technique." A disciple who had examined the corpses for a while reported.

"What are they trying to do?" another person said with an awkward expression.

"To find out what kind of medicine they’re selling in their gourd, we just need to kill them!" another person responded.

Great Elder Chu Lin brought the most people, totaling over a hundred, among whom there were more than thirty sacrificial wines.

After briefly exchanging a few words, Chu Lin manipulated the Magic Sword to charge towards the center of the market city.

"Ooh!"

In the next moment, a Yin wind swept over, and a large group of ghost spirits suddenly rushed out of the thick fog, pouncing towards the crowd.

Among them, there were even ferocious ghosts with blue faces and large fangs, and flying head resentful ghosts. Their powerful aura surprised the crowd.

"Charge!"

In the next moment, Chu Lin decisively activated the Magic Sword.

With a flash of streaming light from the Magic Sword, several ferocious ghosts, comparable to a Perfected one, instantly turned into phantoms and disintegrated!