Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 215 - 211: So... You are Gao Yuanyi! (Subscribe please)

Chapter 215: Chapter 211: So... You are Gao Yuanyi! (Subscribe please)

Silence.

Within the hall, a moment of silence prevailed.

More than ten National Martial Saints had their gaze fixed upon the figure clothed in a gold-patterned profound robe.

Their eyes inevitably fell upon the headless female corpse at his feet.

A Mid-level Martial Saint from the Wenxian Sect...

Just like that, dead?!

Like slaughtering a chicken, without any resistance, killed just like that?

In an instant, everyone’s thoughts were in turmoil, like a stormy sea had been unleashed!

Just what was the strength of this newly-appointed National Martial Saint!

How could he be so powerful?

Vaguely, an unbelievable thought emerged in the minds of the National Martial Saints.

Immediately, pupils contracted, and the expressions of shock on their faces intensified.

And it was at this moment that a calm voice resounded within the hall:

"The Wenxian Sect intended to refine the common people of the Twelve States for their demonic practices."

As these words spread, the people in the hall came back to their senses, first stunned for several moments, then bursting into even more intense arguing.

"The Wenxian Sect actually had such intentions!"

"Gao Yuanyi! You knew about this?!"

Wei Yunfeng’s face was filled with extreme anger as he shouted loudly towards the other side of the hall.

Following this shout, everyone’s gaze turned toward Gao Yuanyi, the man Wei Yunfeng was referring to.

The very man whom Qin Zheng had sent flying to the other side of the hall, dressed in a flowing cloud Daoist robe, appearing like a Daoist.

At that moment, Gao Yuanyi’s face was ashen, and his eyes were brimming with rage.

He didn’t respond to Wei Yunfeng but stared intently at Qin Zheng and said, "You killed a person from the Wenxian Sect! Have you considered the consequences?!"

His voice suppressed with anger, as if Qin Zheng had committed an absurd act.

Ignoring his questioning, Qin Zheng calmly reached out and took the storage bag from the female disciple in the Immortal Robe.

"So... you’re Gao Yuanyi."

Then, Qin Zheng spoke slowly, his head slightly tilted, his eyes concealing a chilling intent.

At that moment, scenes from White Bone City surfaced in his mind.

The wrath and roars of the human race in White Bone City through the centuries burst forth in Qin Zheng’s heart.

Whoosh!

Qin Zheng’s figure flickered like an illusion, disappearing on the spot and instantly reappeared in front of Gao Yuanyi.

The near-instantaneous speed was so fast that the National Martial Saints present had no time to react.

"What do you think you’re doing..."

Gao Yuanyi’s pupils suddenly shrank, about to voice his question.

But at that instant, a fist seal filled his entire field of vision.

After that.

Thud!

Boom!!

A figure shot out abruptly like a streak of light, blasting through the main door, and then like a straight line, through several buildings of the Taiwu Academy.

In an instant, a thick cloud of dust billowed up.

Without any pause, Qin Zheng’s expression was calm as he swiftly pursued.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

At this moment, every National Martial Saint in the hall suddenly stood up.

The Martial Saints of the Wenxian Sect were from a different faction, and if they were killed, so be it.

But if a conflict occurred amongst the Martial Saints of Great Jin itself, especially within the Imperial Capital Taiwu Institution, it must be stopped!

Thus, one after another, the National Martial Saints quickly followed, rushing out of the hall.

The sudden outburst within the hall and the collapsing buildings immediately disrupted the peace of the Taiwu Academy.

One martial artist after another stared in shock toward the direction of the commotion.

Only one identity could dare to make a move inside the Taiwu Academy and cause such a disturbance.

That would be a National Martial Saint!

They knew that today the Martial Saints were convening within the academy, but what had actually transpired to provoke the Martial Saints to take such action?!

For a moment, the whole of Taiwu Academy was thrown into panic, with everyone fearfully looking toward the area of disruption.

But at this moment, as Qin Zheng took a step forward, he instantly closed the distance and arrived in front of Gao Yuanyi.

"You actually dare to attack me?!"

Gao Yuanyi, with blood flowing from his seven orifices, was in a state of extreme disarray. He staggered to his feet from the rubble of collapsed buildings, glaring at Qin Zheng and shouting loudly.

"You talk too much!"

Qin Zheng responded coldly, simultaneously stepping forward, his hand reaching out instantly to rest on Gao Yuanyi’s shoulder.

After that.

Boom!

An irresistible tremendous force instantly penetrated into Gao Yuanyi’s body, slamming him fiercely into the ground.

The surrounding area trembled, and the ground split apart.

Gao Yuanyi’s vitality also instantly dwindled significantly.

He wanted to do something, but Qin Zheng at this moment was no longer going to give him the chance.

His slender fingers clenched into a fist, and immediately struck down toward Gao Yuanyi.

Thud! Thud! Thud!...

Under the continuous onslaught, the Taiwu Academy trembled violently as well.

Qin Zheng did not kill him with a single punch but, one punch after another, increased the force, making Gao Yuanyi feel the approach of death!

Just like the human race commoners sent to White Bone City felt before being eaten by demons!

Gao Yuanyi wanted to struggle, but under Qin Zheng’s succession of fist seals, he had no chance to resist.

So as Qin Zheng continued, Gao Yuanyi’s vitality gradually collapsed and dwindled.

"Stop!! You fiend!!!"

At that moment, a sudden angry bellow erupted.

Immediately after, a towering scythe materialized, descending towards Qin Zheng’s nape, aiming to chop down.

Gao Chengyin, his anger palpable, made his move, his chilling killing intent completely enveloping Qin Zheng, without showing the slightest mercy!

"And you."

But just as his scythe was about to strike,

a cool voice suddenly rang out in his ear.

Then, before Gao Chengyin’s eyes, he saw the figure in the Gold-Patterned Profound Robe turn around and reach out a hand to deflect the scythe he had swung down.

The movement was fluid, like the clouds and flowing water, as if he were merely patting a disobedient child.

Yet, to Gao Chengyin’s senses, he suddenly felt an overwhelming force, robust and unstoppable, invading his body in an instant through the handle of the scythe.

His body immediately shifted uncontrollably.

It was at that moment, Qin Zheng stood up, reached out, and grasped his head, pressing it down towards the ground with great force.

Boom!!

A violent tremor shook the area once again, the ground cracked, and Gao Chengyin’s head embedded into it.

Qin Zheng, expressionless, pulled it out of the ground.

At this point, Gao Chengyin’s face was completely covered with broken rocks and mud, a picture of misery.

"You..."

He tried to say something.

But then a tremendous force hit again, and his head was smashed back into the earth.

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

With Qin Zheng’s actions, Gao Chengyin’s breath also gradually weakened, and crimson blood began to flow onto the ground.

Not until Gao Chengyin stopped struggling, did Qin Zheng cease his actions.

By now, the rest of the Great Jin’s National Martial Saints had gathered around him.

They looked at the pitiful state of the two Gao Clan Martial Saints.

These were two Mid-level Martial Saints!

Two Mid-level Martial Saints had attacked together, and yet they couldn’t even muster a resistance!

In the entire Great Jin, probably only those three could suppress this newly promoted Martial Saint before them.

When they looked at Qin Zheng again, their eyes were already filled with wariness.

"Marshal Qin, now that you’ve vented your anger, let’s return to the great hall to discuss what to do next,"

Just then, a middle-aged man clad in an imperial dragon robe spoke up with dignity.

"We need to provide an explanation to the Wenxian Sect for killing their Martial Saint in the Capital City of Great Jin."

"And we need to come up with a set of rules for the disposition of the Twelve States."

The rest of the National Martial Saints also voiced their agreement.

Only Wei Yunfeng looked at Qin Zheng with a complex expression on his face.

Having spent a few days with Qin Zheng, he understood what this forthright and morally clear young man was intending to do.

So, he stepped forward on his own initiative, approaching Qin Zheng step by step as his own aura grew more intense.

A severe killing intent began to surge from him.

And this killing intent was directed at the two Gao Clan Martial Saints on the ground, who were now weak and devoid of the strength to resist!

"Wei Yunfeng! What are you trying to do?!"

Seeing his demeanor, the man in the imperial dragon robe immediately furrowed his brow and shouted in reprimand.

Wei Yunfeng laughed softly, then said, "No matter how unworthy I may be, I am still a National Martial Saint who has protected Great Jin for centuries!"

"These Gao Clan Martial Saints have insulted me so, and now they even dare to conspire with Wenxian Sect to harm the people of Great Jin!"

"Today! I, Wei Yunfeng, shall purge the house for Great Jin!!"

Qin Zheng was still young, but he was already old.

The crime of killing the Gao Clan Martial Saints, if taken upon himself, would cause fury from the Gao Clan and shake the Great Jin.

But as a man near death, it would be nothing but a death for him.

"Have you gone mad?!"

A National Martial Saint spoke out, his words intense and filled with disbelief.

There were no more than a dozen National Martial Saints in all of Great Jin, and yet Wei Yunfeng wished to kill two Mid-level Martial Saints right within Taiwu Academy?

And Martial Saints from the Gao Clan at that!

Wei Yunfeng shook his head, walked in front of Qin Zheng, and looked at him squarely.

Simultaneously, an old voice resounded within Qin Zheng’s heart, "Go back, let me do this."

This old man, who had defended Great Jin for over a thousand years, had finally become disillusioned with the Gao Clan’s National Martial Saints.

Qin Zheng, however, smiled and shook his head, then said, "Elder, without you, my master’s days will be difficult."

Having said this, he gently placed a palm on Wei Yunfeng, and with a soft force, immediately pushed him into the midst of the Martial Saints.

At the same time, he reached out, and the Ghost Head Greatsword fell into his hand.

"Do you think... I was just venting my anger?"

Qin Zheng chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of coldness.

Such demeanor instantly gave the other Martial Saints a bad premonition.

"What are you trying to do?!"

"Without the two Mid-level Martial Saints, how can Great Jin continue to defend the Thirty-Six States?!"

"By doing this, aren’t you sentencing the lives of the people in the Twelve States to death!"

"..."

One by one, the National Martial Saints spoke out with furrowed brows.

Qin Zheng then approached Gao Yuanyi, his gaze dropping, and said calmly, "Whether it’s Wenxian Sect or the Demon Dens beyond the Twelve States..."

"After today, Qin will personally pay each a visit."

Upon hearing these words, the man in the imperial dragon robe immediately changed his expression and shouted, "Are you not afraid that such actions will bring the Supreme Saints from the Upper Realm?! "

Qin Zheng’s expression remained unchanged, as he continued calmly, "Even if the Supreme Saints from the Upper Realm come, they will still be killed without mercy!"

As soon as these words were spoken, fierce sword light suddenly lit up.

Following that.

A head, full of unwillingness, rolled to the ground.

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