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Chapter 92 - 56 - s: The sword at the waist still smells of blood (New book subscription requested)_2

Chapter 92: 56 Chapters: The sword at the waist still smells of blood (New book subscription requested)_2

Three women, dead.

Thump, thump, thump. It was the sound of his fist as he knocked down a maid, who collapsed onto three other maids.

Chen Shi charged to Zhao Ziyu’s side!

Zhao Ziyu’s Golden Bell Talisman was activated, the protective amulet lit up, and at the same time, the divine shrine emerged behind his head, with the Divine Embryo coming out, ready to spit out the Golden Core.

As soon as the Golden Core was out, even if Chen Shi was close, he would be crushed by the Golden Core, turning into a pile of mush!

Chen Shi threw a punch, producing a deafening clang as the Golden Bell Talisman created a light barrier that shattered under the immense force, sending countless shards of light dancing and scattering in all directions.

With his left hand, Chen Shi drew a short sword, slashing at Zhao Ziyu’s throat.

Zhao Ziyu subconsciously raised his hand to block, but his fingers and half a palm flew off, trailing fresh blood in the air, while Chen Shi’s right hand, clenched as a fist, extended two fingers, stabbing into his eyes.

Zhao Ziyu was plunged into darkness as the power of the protective amulet exploded and the Golden Core flew out.

At that moment, Chen Shi’s short sword sliced across his throat, and his right elbow struck Zhao Ziyu’s temple.

Zhao Ziyu’s consciousness grew hazy, and his head turned, falling backwards. The Golden Core flew out but veered off course, striking the side of a cliff. The cliff face collapsed with a thunderous noise, and the energy of the Golden Core burst forth, burning a hole through the collapsed cliff face to create a large molten cave, the magma bubbling sonorously within.

Meanwhile, Chen Shi knelt on Zhao Ziyu’s lower abdomen, his left hand moving swiftly as the sword stabbed thrice into his chest in a flurry.

Immediately, he threw the short sword from his hand, piercing through the throat of a maid who had turned to cast a spell, trailing a stream of blood as it went.

The force of this thrown sword was great, piercing through the maid’s throat, with the sword tip emerging from the back of her neck and sending her falling backwards.

Four women, dead.

Chen Shi’s legs pushed off with force, shooting forward almost like an arrow. He thrust his knee into another maid’s groin.

The maid’s face contorted instantly, and the divine shrine she had just invoked crumbled, her spellcasting unsuccessful. Bent over, she collapsed.

Five women, dead.

Chen Shi stepped forward, his figure ghost-like as he circled around her. He struck with his elbow, the tip of his elbow smashing into the heart of the maid behind her. The sound of breaking ribs filled the air as the snapped bones pierced through the woman’s lungs and heart, blood gushing up through her windpipe.

Six women, dead.

Chen Shi rolled forward, and as he stood up, he pulled the short sword from the throat of a maid who had been sent flying.

By now, the other five maids had readied their divine shrines and Divine Embryos, their spells were formed, as they shouted and cast their magic vehemently. Two were casting the Flying Dragon Demon-Slaying Technique, three were wielding the Meridian Evil Slayer Sword. Invisible Sword Qi and dragon-shaped spells flew together, attacking Chen Shi.

Chen Shi’s feet danced the Beidou Seven Stars Step, with seven different steps transforming. He moved like a dragon, darting forward and back, left and right on the narrow mountain path.

He was like a creature with eyes over his entire body, able to perceive the invisible Sword Qi’s direction and the dragon-shaped spell’s movements and patterns.

The five maids, some performing sword techniques, others performing unusual gestures, each with unique movements, but in an instant, one was struck from behind by Chen Shi, the short sword entering through her back and avoiding her ribs with unerring accuracy, as if he were an expert butcher skillfully deboning.

Standing behind that woman, Chen Shi lifted her body to use as a shield, his movements akin to a close-contact dance, dodging the other four maids’ spells. Then he withdrew his sword, throwing the body down as he swiftly slashed at her throat.

Seven women, dead.

As her body fell, he darted from underneath, the short sword quickly grazing the ankle of the eighth maid, severing her tendons.

The eighth maid tried to step forward to chase him, but as her foot landed, she couldn’t exert any strength and fell forward.

Chen Shi’s right leg kicked backward, his heel smashing into her throat, breaking her thyroid cartilage.

Eight women, dead.

An invisible Evil-Slaying Sword approached, but Chen Shi sidestepped. As the sword grazed by him, it cleaved another maid in half with a metallic ring, continuing its trajectory for more than ten zhang.

Chen Shi turned and glided, the short sword stabbing into yet another maid’s chest. As he pulled out the sword and flung it, it struck the heart of a maid opposite him. The embedded power sent her flying, tumbling over a zhang away.

Nine women, ten women, eleven women.

Dead.

Chen Shi turned around, his gaze fixed on the Zhao family encampment.

On this mountain path, amidst the fallen cliffs, the molten rock face, and the bodies strewn about, he alone still stood.

In front of the camp, the Zhao family’s brocade-clad guards had now reacted, each activating their Armored Horse Talismans and charging towards him, cursing and shouting.

Their divine shrines emerged, with Divine Embryos settling inside, their spells brewing.

Chen Shi’s eyes moved past them, landing on one of the Mongolian tents. There, three porcelain-like dolls were looking over in his direction.

One porcelain doll appeared stunned; another was furious, reminiscent of the Second Miss Zhao. The third, looking quite aged, was devastated, kneeling on the table, face awash with tears, as if loudly crying out.

Chen Shi turned around, Li Tianqing had just rushed over, his speed greatly increased by the Armored Horse Talisman, but by the time he arrived, everything was already decided.

Li Tianqing stared blankly at the scene, disbelieving, his eyes wide and round.

He knew that Chen Shi was formidable when he took action. Living with Chen Shi these days, he had long noticed this trait of Chen Shi—once his heart harbored the intent to kill, he always found a way to hunt his prey.

But he also knew that Chen Shi’s actions were too rash, never considering how strong the opponent might be or what the consequences might be if he failed.

Chen Shi would only seek the best opportunity to strike and then pounce, flinging mutant beasts to the ground with a series of quick blows.

But those were mutant beasts, not cultivators!

And certainly not cultivators of the Golden Core Realm!

Yet now, there were eleven first-class cultivators of the Divine Embryo Realm, along with a high-level expert of the Golden Core Realm!

Was it that simple?

Just rush in and beat them all to death with a series of quick blows?

Who gave him the courage to rush in?

How did he actually do it?

The Qi Refinement Realm is divided into four stages: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Divine Shrine, Divine Embryo. The Divinity Transformation Stage also has four stages: Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Divinity Transformation, Divine Descent.

Chen Shi, equivalent to the Divine Embryo Realm of Qi Refinement, beat to death a high-level Golden Core Realm expert alive!

This kind of feat was simply outrageous.

Although it was an ambush, taking them by surprise, it was still outrageous. After all, he charged into a crowd surrounded by first-rate masters of the Divine Embryo Realm. Chen Shi fought his way in and out, stabbing Zhao Ziyu of the Golden Core Realm to death.

It was too outrageous. Li Tianqing shook his head.

He had sparred with Chen Shi, and they were evenly matched, but only now did Li Tianqing realize just how terrifying Chen Shi’s combat power could be once he resolved to kill!

This scene suddenly reminded him of a poem by the Great Ancestor Emperor.

Slaughtered a million troops south of the river,

The precious sword at my waist still smells of blood.

The mountain monk does not recognize its heroic master,

But keeps asking the name with constant chirps!

If it were him, could he eliminate these eleven first-class Divine Embryo Realm masters, along with one high-level Golden Core Realm expert?

Perhaps he could.

As long as he observed their habits and dress well, deduced their cultivation techniques, mastered the spells they were proficient in, and planned carefully, he could take them out one group at a time.

But it would take five or six days.

Under normal circumstances, this would not be a problem, but now was a time of Demon Transformation. Too many unforeseen events could happen in five or six days.

Like Chen Shi, who in a mere moment used thunderous means to kill all twelve men, he could not do it.

"Tianqing, what are you still looking at?"

Chen Shi asked in surprise, "Run!"

It was only then that Li Tianqing snapped to his senses. He looked towards the Zhao family’s camp and saw over a hundred brocade-garbed guards and more than a dozen Zhao family members chasing after them. Among them was someone who far in the distance had already deployed their Golden Core, which was even more complete, clearly indicating a level of cultivation far surpassing that of Zhao Ziyu.

He shuddered and quickly followed Chen Shi.

The two of them charged up the hillside; Black Pot was still waiting in the same spot. As they ran towards him, he finally started to move.

Li Tianqing was still in a daze, but the dog was much more composed, glancing at him sideways with disdain.

Little Tianqing simply lacked experience.

Such a scene was nothing new to the old lord Black Pot.

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