Peace Order
Chapter 402 - 170: The Gallant Youth Befriends the Five Metropolitan Heroes (Part 2)

Chapter 402: Chapter 170: The Gallant Youth Befriends the Five Metropolitan Heroes (Part 2)

Xiao Wuliang’s right hand struck down heavily through the air.

"BOOM!!!"

A terrifying bolt of thunder exploded in the sky.

The continuous thunderclaps almost shattered one’s mind into a blank whiteness.

The next moment, thunder occupied the entire sky, with endless lightning striking upwards, meeting the flames that seemed to swallow Jiangzhou City. Below was the blinding white thunder, clashing violently with the fierce fire, creating gusts that swept through Jiangzhou City, the wind howling fiercely.

The clouds were dragged down forcefully, eventually transforming into a torrential rain that enveloped the entire Jiangzhou City, the rain twisting the line of sight, covering up the true state of the Imperial Palace. These were the tactics of a truly top-tier martial artist, disdainful of resorting to the techniques of alchemists.

Every movement was like that of gods and demons.

This torrential rain calmed the hearts of the people, the thunder suppressed the panic, and the incessant rainfall gradually subdued the fire at the Imperial Palace, preventing it from spreading further outwards.

Such was the terror of a single strike.

This also seemed to symbolize the end of the battle and slaughter. Inside the Book Collection Pavilion, those two members of the imperial family, whose martial arts were already exceedingly profound, ultimately did not take even one step outside. It was unclear whether they were unwilling or unable, or perhaps, Chen Dingye’s importance didn’t weigh as much as that of the not-so-old Chen Qingyan, who already possessed such great power.

Chen Qingyan’s candlelight in her palm had burned out. She placed the candle on a stone platform on the side of the Book Collection Pavilion, then said indifferently, "Well then, I’ll take my leave."

She held her sword and walked down step by step, her expression cold and indifferent, her white hair at her temples slightly fluttering.

However, just after walking down, sweat was already beginning to seep through her forehead.

It was just the stand-off that had consumed more than half of her Inner Qi!

...

BOOM!!!

Chen Chengbi was smashed so hard his back hit the mountain rocks, shattering the solid mountain range in the middle. The elderly man with white hair looked extremely disheveled, his blue garments already stained with blood. Sitting there, he coughed up blood incessantly, his body carrying wounds from swords and knives.

On his chest, there was a frightful and ferocious puncture wound.

The flesh of the wound was still healing, showing signs of being burned by a sort of mystical martial arts.

But Chen Chengbi just laughed, "Exhilarating, interesting, interesting!"

He raised his hand and threw something.

It was an arm!

The palm of the hand was slender and powerful, holding a long sword that continuously radiated an intense aura. The fingers were still trembling slightly, and from the stump, one could see horrifying thorns of bone, veins and channels stretched to their breaking point and then curling into beads after snapping in the opposite direction.

Ranked sixth among the Grandmasters, Yu Jinbing Ge Quzai Shi was kneeling awkwardly there.

His left hand held a cold treasure sword, propping against the ground.

Apart from the severed arm, he appeared much more dignified than Chen Chengbi, with not too many injuries on his clothes, still exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster. However, even such a pinnacle martial artist had his arm brutally torn off by the old man who rushed in with his Absolute Skill, hard-heading against him.

As rocks shattered, the old man walked out unhurriedly, his white hair fluttering slightly.

Blood dripped as a twisted dark Dharma Form rose up behind him.

Wings suddenly spread open, dark feathers fell, and the true form was that of a fierce and terrifying black tiger roaring deeply there—Li Guanyi had always been curious why Chen Chengbi and Chen Qingyan, though high-level martial artists, did not possess a Dharma Form.

At this moment, Chen Chengbi’s Dharma Form appeared.

Qu Zaisi gritted his teeth as he looked at the fierce and frightening being, and said deliberately, "There is a beast in the northwest, shaped like a tiger with wings that can fly. Among the world’s fierce creature Dharma Forms, it is ranked second, extremely malignant, the Qiongqi."

"It is said that five hundred years ago, Duke Chen killed the last Qiongqi and was drenched in its blood. Among his descendants, those of astonishing talent and clear minds might stimulate the Qiongqi essence in their blood, and manifest the Dharma Form of Qiongqi."

"The rumor is true..."

He watched the old man with inky black and crimson eyes approaching step by step.

Chen Chengbi’s white hair fluttered, a black tiger with ink-colored wings strutted behind him, brimming with murderous intent.

At that moment, Qu Zaisi could only think of two words.

[Mad King]!

Qu Zaisi exhaled deeply, faced with the Qiongqi Dharma Form that manifested as Chen Chengbi threw himself into the fight, obsessed and continuously oppressed by him. Even as formidable as Qu Zaisi was, he was caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events, having his arm torn off by the frenzied old man.

Qu Zaisi stopped the bleeding of his arm, stepped back half a step, and said:

"The matter of today will not end here."

"Mad King."

"Another day, let us divide life and death once more!"

With just his left hand holding the sword, he escaped from the clutches of the frenzied elder and quickly left.

Everyone was galloping in their own battlefield, and Li Guan, with the Green Bird suppressing the world’s strange poison within his body, burst through the cracks created by Yue Pengwu and quickly went to the agreed escape location with Breaking Army. But the situation was beyond what he had expected.

There were still pursuers.

It was the underlings of Gu Daohui, that famed general who had killed his three comrades to secure the title of Marquis Wei Wu and the official rank of a Second-Grade Great General. Even if no one had discovered Li Guan’s connection to the Qilin, Gu Daohui himself had personally witnessed Yan Xuanji protecting Li Guan.

"This bunch of generals, each with a mind quicker than the next," Li Guan cursed inwardly, brandishing his Battle Halberd. In several fights along the way, he broke through them all. The poison might be corroding his flesh and bones, causing intense pain, but at that moment, with rage and pride surging within Li Guan, such pain was like fiery liquor burning down his throat, a painful scrape that yet spurred on his valor, making his moves even heavier and more ruthless.