Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 74 - 74 66 Zhao Feng Dies Five Updates

74: Chapter 66 Zhao Feng Dies (Five Updates) 74: Chapter 66 Zhao Feng Dies (Five Updates) Lu Chan held no affection for Zhao Feng, and one might even say she detested him.

Not long ago, when she had refined medicine for him, not only was her place smashed, but she was also beaten up, causing her to drop a rank on the Earth Leaderboard.

For Brother Red Dust, who had initiated the whole mess, she was merely annoyed.

As an heir to the Demon Sect, she was accustomed to the law of the jungle.

But her disgust for Zhao Feng was pure; his talent, which was considered extraordinary outside of the Immortal Land, was merely a threshold here.

Zhao Feng, riding on the might of the Lord Emperor, had ascended to a position that didn’t belong to him, provoking all the proud talents of the Immortal Land.

Among the three leaderboards in the world, a million cultivators vie for a place among the hundred, and among that hundred, there is a hierarchy.

Each of them was the cream of the crop, emerging from countless peers.

Zhao Feng, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, needed to make almost no effort to sit on the same level as them.

Especially since it was investigated by the sects that the protector of The Three Pure Ones was linked to him, and it was known that Zhao Feng was about to receive a Daoist Soldier, it was inevitable that they mixed their admiration with a hint of envy.

But there was nothing they could do about it, who could contend with having a Lord Emperor as a father?

She coldly transmitted her voice in reply, “If the Crown Prince wishes to forgo the ritual ceremony, he is naturally welcome to come up and meet with me.”

“There is plenty of time in the future, I shall not disturb the immortal now.”

Zhao Feng knew priorities; he was simply spirited and eager to meet the legendary Fox Fairy, rumored to be an extremely enchanting beauty.

He nudged the reins slightly, and as the white horse took its first step, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

The many folk on Dragon Bridge Street looked unanimously in one direction, as a faint hint of murderous intent wafted from afar, triggering a phenomenon that obscured the skies.

Bianjing darkened as a Red Dragon appeared in the distance.

Everyone was stunned.

Without a doubt, it was a dharma form of war arts, and currently, in Bianjing, there was only one person possessing a dharma form of war arts.

Ranked tenth on the Human Leaderboard, and fifth on the Earth Leaderboard, it was Brother Red Dust.

Hee Huan, who had been enjoying the spectacle from the window just moments ago, suddenly had an ominous feeling, “Brother Red Dust…

he wouldn’t take the opportunity to rob the Grand Treasury Department, right?”

“That’s not the direction of the Grand Treasury Department.”

Beside him, Murong Suyue shook her head; due to her Artifact Refining, she had many dealings with Daqian and often visited the Grand Treasury Department.

“Then what is he doing…”

Hee Huan’s face tensed as he realized which direction it was, feeling a cold shiver shoot up to his forehead.

Atop the Qianfeng Tower, Yang Shanyu also changed color and turned to say to the lady inside, “Miss, that is a war arts dharma form, it’s that Red Dust.”

“I know it’s him.”

Lu Chan spoke with some indignation, “It seems like no one in this world is as brazen as him, stirring up a fight during the Lord Emperor’s most important investiture ceremony.

I wonder who he’s up against this time; these martial types are so rigid in their thinking.”

“Miss…,” Yang Shanyu stammered with cold sweat on his forehead, “it’s in the direction of Gu Wen.”

“…”

In the room, Lu Chan fell silent for a moment, then asked, “What is he trying to do?

Provoke the Lord Emperor?”

In the distance, a White Lotus suddenly emerged, the dharma form of Feng Baizhou, the head of Daqian’s household.

It was all self-explanatory, and everyone was as shocked as if they had seen a ghost.

They wouldn’t have expected anyone to dare to pluck the whiskers of a tiger during these times acquiesced in silence by so many True Monarchs.

After all, even the leader of the martial family, Broken Sword Mountain, didn’t practice with the spear.

Yang Shanyu asked, “Miss, can he defeat the one known as the great power among Heavenly Persons?”

“Seven to three, Feng Baizhou was also ranked ninth on the Human Leaderboard in his day.”

The protector of Qianfeng looked towards the distance, she and that man were from the same era, which felt like a thousand years had passed in an instant.

But Lu Chan had a different perspective, her voice carrying as she spoke, “I think it will be fifty-fifty, this generation is different after all, have you ever seen someone who only ranks fifth on the Earth Leaderboard but possesses a dharma form?

Red Dust may be a madman, but his talents are unquestionable.”

Otherwise, what was she, someone defeated by him?

“Feng Baizhou also possesses a dharma form.”

“Dharma forms too have their different levels; martial dharma forms should be supreme in combat.”

Lu Chan opened a window, sunlight fell on her delicate features, and a scene unfolded before her eyes that left her expression frozen.

The Red Dragon pierced through the White Lotus, with the conflict between dharma forms ending so effortlessly, the war arts dharma form triumphed with an almost overwhelming posture.

All of Dragon Bridge Avenue fell silent.

Zhao Feng clearly felt that something was amiss, but his cultivation level was not high enough to see that far.

“Your Highness, shall we retreat to the palace first?”

“Retreat?”

Zhao Feng’s gaze turned icy as he rebuked, “In this Bianjing, at the feet of the Saint Emperor, who dares to be presumptuous?

Besides, with tens of thousands of imperial guards here, should I, a prince, fear thieves?”

He was no fool, at a time like this, he absolutely must not retreat unless absolutely necessary, or it would further expose the weakness of Daqian to the many Immortal Sects.

If he dared to flee on the road to succeeding as Crown Prince today, Daqian would face another region’s downfall tomorrow.

On the contrary, once he assumed the position of Crown Prince and took control of the Gu family’s Daoist Soldier, everything would be resolved.

Zhao Feng had no compassion for the people or talent for governing the land, but he seemed to have an innate grasp of power struggles.

Countless Emperors throughout history have been just so, nothing but lone tyrants amongst the masses!

“Continue forward, let the imperial guard clear the way.”

The heavily armored sword and shield soldiers converged at the very front of the ceremonial procession from both sides.

The coronation ceremony for Daqian had been prepared with precautions in place, and to prevent any disturbances, every imperial guard was fully armed wearing their finest equipment.

As for the cultivators, midway through the procession, the supreme manager of the imperial household would escort the descendants of the Gu family, accompanied by five officers from the Zhao family.

The presence of Feng Baizhou alone was enough to deter many, as he could be considered one of the most distinguished just below the rank of True Monarch.

Suddenly, a group of imperial guards appeared atop Dragon Bridge, discarding their helmets and armor in panic.

They ran onto the bridge with terror on their faces, heading towards Zhao Feng’s entourage.

Their terror seemed to extend from an endless murderous aura behind them as the head of a dragon slowly rose, its red scales intertwined with the scorching sun, spiraling slightly to provoke a calamity of death, sending chills down the spines of the crowd on Dragon Bridge still kilometers away.

A figure stepped onto Dragon Bridge, clothed in interwoven black and red, with long hair hanging down, the tips dyed with blood, and a pair of ink-black eyes brimming with endless killing light.

His gaze shot straight at Zhao Feng seated on a white horse, and with one look, the horse panicked, throwing Zhao Feng to the ground.

Immediately after, a headless corpse was tossed high into the air, landing amidst the ceremonial procession on Dragon Bridge Avenue, splattering blood.

Court robes, White Lotus adornments, headless.

Heavenly Person Feng Baizhou, a peak Third Realm powerhouse, the second-in-command in Bianjing.

Dead?

Dead!

Gu Wen looked down upon Dragon Bridge, the Red Dragon bowing its head and coiling around him, his hand gently resting on top of the Dragon Head as two white fangs slowly cracked open, resembling a fierce beast baring its teeth.

With a smile, he spoke softly, “Long time no see, Zhao Feng.”

“You are…”

Zhao Feng looked at the figure in the distance, abyssal and demonic.

His face, pampered from childhood, grew even paler, his teeth starting to chatter as if he had seen a ghost.

“Gu Wen?”

Dragon Bridge fell into deathly silence, numerous sect prodigies widened their eyes in shock.

They had heard this name.

This was the biggest news in recent years, or even for a thousand years—the Sanqing Guardian family was eradicated by the Zhao family, who then took their place.

It wasn’t unusual for different sects to be in conflict, but for one to take the place of another was unheard of.

Everyone was curious as to what the Lord Emperor had offered to persuade the Sanqing Taoist Sect.

And Gu Wen, the only son of the Gu family, had become a captive, a dog raised and contained by others.

The prodigies simply remembered this and believed they would soon forget it.

The man who stood before them now was once the pitiful subject of idle gossip, but he had transformed into a tiger descending the mountain, a dragon crossing the river.

His mere presence vaguely overwhelmed all of them.

Hee Huan, Murong Suyue, and those from Qianfeng Tower were the most shocked – they had all encountered Gu Wen and Red Dust, never imagining they were the same person.

To think a lowly merchant, a lawless ruffian, were actually one and the same was beyond anyone’s imagination.

“It is I, here today to take your life.”

Boom!

The violent sound of air being torn apart filled Dragon Bridge Street, as the Red Dragon charged into the procession, with the front row of sword and shield soldiers instantly collapsing.

An officer from the Zhao family tried to stop it but was crushed by the Flame Spear, his body exploding, not even a whole corpse left behind.

Invincible in an instant, lifeless within six feet!

These soldiers could not stop Gu Wen, but as long as they stood in his way, he would kill them all without leaving any chance of survival.

If they ran, the boundless killing aura would automatically avoid them.

Such was the righteousness of Flame.

Zhao Feng no longer had the dignity of an imperial heir; he scrambled and rolled away in panic, so afraid that he even forgot to use his cultivation.

Two officers from the Zhao family picked him up and fled towards the palace at breakneck speed.

But would Gu Wen let them get away?

With a breath, he turned it into a sword, cutting across a thousand steps to sever souls and spirits.

As two officer cultivators fell to the ground, Zhao Feng landed face-first, knocking out a tooth.

Gu Wen was getting closer from the distance, while countless sect prodigies craned their necks watching.

Finally, Gu Wen stood before Zhao Feng, who was collapsed on the ground with his pants soaked in urine, pleading for help from those around him, “Protect the royal heir!

I am the Crown Prince of Daqian, you…

you cannot kill me!”

“Zhao Feng, stand up.”

Gu Wen’s gaze was ice cold, knowing that the other was neither a prodigy nor a Divine Being.

He was just a pampered Prince who had never suffered a bit in his life.

Yet such a person, a good for nothing, a complete waste, had overshadowed him for five years!

Trampling on his dignity, insulting his character, acting like a clown pretending to control others, while he, exerting all his might, could barely grasp a moment to breathe.

Why?

In the distance, a mighty aura surged, and a figure was heading this way with Flying Escape.

Hee Huan recovered and shouted, “Brother Red Dust, run!

That’s the Lord Emperor’s incarnation!”

Gu Wen turned a deaf ear, quietly watching the slightly insubstantial figure approaching, ten thousand meters, a thousand meters, a hundred meters, a hundred steps…

Because his father was the Lord Emperor, everyone feared and dared not kill him.

Boom!

A hundred-pound heavy Flame Spear smashed down, flattening Zhao Feng from head to torso, turning him into a puddle of mush.

The incarnation of the Lord Emperor froze in place, and the onlookers on Dragon Bridge were completely dumbfounded.

Gu Wen’s calm voice spread across Dragon Bridge.

“The killer, Gu Wen.”