The Empress's No.1 Lackey
Chapter 586 - 586: 425. Junior Guardian Zhao's message: Zixiao Palace colluded with rebels, all have been executed (6k)_2

Lu Zhengchun snorted coldly, flicking his wrist and uttering the word "Break".

The frozen flying sword immediately shattered the ice, slicing through with a brilliant flash of sword light, and aimed to cut Ji Yue's neck. The female sorceress's black hair seemed alive, wrapping around her head, layer by layer, briefly resisting the attack.

Lang Shiba lunged again to join the fray, grappling with Ji Yue, who was not adept at direct confrontation, and the terrifyingly fast and lethal flying sword.

"Brother Gongshu, I remember you telling me before that flying swords are outdated..."

Zhao Douan turned his head stiffly, looking at Gongshu Tianyuan.

The short and rotund priest's face turned awkward, realizing explanations were futile, his eyes turned cold:

"Watch me capture this... damn it!"

As he spoke, Lu Zhengchun's left hand abruptly grasped again, extracting a second black flying sword from the top of the arch as if it were alive, pulling out half of its blade.

Turning mid-air, it shot down like a missile, carrying destructive power, descending upon Zhao Douan.

"Wild Taoist ambush..." Gongshu Tianyuan, furious, with the Fox Immortal Bamboo Tube slung over his back, reached into his wide robe to produce a golden rattle drum.

As soon as the Golden Drum appeared, he shook it furiously.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

The drumbeats were turbulent, and instantly, Zhao Douan was amazed to see the space around the drum forming ripples as if the area turned into "water".

The air became viscous, even standing still, he could feel the "sound" around him weakening.

It was as if plunged underwater, all sound was isolated, wrapped in endless water, anything entering this realm would be slowed down.

The black flying sword initially too fast to see with the naked eye, upon entering the drum's area of influence, was slowed down tremendously, like a mud ox entering the sea.

Zhao Douan suddenly recalled "bullet time" from movies he had seen in his past life.

Now, time seemed slowed around him, as he watched the ancient and black, sharp fly sword slowly tear through the air, like a torpedo underwater, closing in on him unerringly.

"Brother Zhao, let me show you what it means to set standards instantly high!"

Gongshu Tianyuan raised his chin, revealing the heroic posture of a Heavenly Master Mansion disciple.

He advanced slowly, holding the golden rattle drum, raising his hand slowly, and gently using his finger to spin the flying sword 180 degrees in place...

The sword tip now pointed at Lu Zhengchun...

The next moment, the golden drum abruptly stopped its shaking, restoring normalcy to the slowed space, and the fierce black flying sword shot towards Lu Zhengchun's chest like lightning!

What's this... what did Zhang, that old codger, teach you? Is this proper dueling? No wonder they picked Jin Jian instead of you for the Buddhist Tao duel back then, your skills are somewhat outrageous...

Zhao Douan's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to retort.

Lu Zhengchun was caught off guard, narrowly dodging his flying sword almost hitting him, side-stepping as it whizzed past his ear, demolishing a pavilion behind him, dust rising high.

The dumbfounded female Taoists finally cried out in fear, scattering like birds and beasts.

"Where did this magician come from?"

Lu Zhengchun was furious and surprised, failing to recognize the reclusive and less-known Fifth Disciple of the Heavenly Master.

Yet he finally stopped being careless, first recalling the black flying sword to orbit around him.

Then he drew a third white flying sword from beneath the arch, this time the two swords spun wildly around his Magic Robe like a yin-yang fish.

"Die!"

In a rage, Lu Zhengchun thrust a finger forward, the two black and white flying swords dragging comet-like tails along his arm's direction, one after the other, attacking again.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

Gongshu Tianyuan repeated his trick, shaking the golden rattle drum fiercely, the first white flying sword was again slowed down like a mud ox entering the sea.

However, this time, the following black flying sword accurately struck the back of the white sword.

Infusing its kinetic energy into the white sword, instantly, the previously slowed sword returned to its normal speed, sweeping through like lightning.

Zhao Douan's heart raced, the Mystic Turtle Seal almost activated within his sleeve but found the Golden Bell Shield only erasing a ripple.

The white sword instantly cleaved through Gongshu Tianyuan's skull, splitting him in half!

"Gongshu Tianyuan?!" The trio inside the Golden Bell Shield was momentarily dumbfounded, only to find the split short and stout magician wasn't bleeding, but the two halves of his body were fading, revealing they were clay figures...

At this moment, the split clay figures softened and sagged like burnt-out candles.

Only the golden drum remained, floating alone in the air, shaking madly, emitting urgent "boom boom" sounds.

"Close call! Luckily, my skills are superior..." Behind everyone, on an empty patch, the air slowly twisted, Zhao Douan turned his head to see a red veil first, followed by Gongshu Tianyuan under it.

The short and stout priest removed the red veil, emerging from invisibility, his plump face showed a smug expression, winking at the speechless Zhao Douan, grinning:

"Now it's my turn to counterattack!"

Saying this, he raised a small wooden bow in his hand.

This wooden bow was extremely crude, like a child's toy, made entirely of peach wood, with mana-coalesced bowstring; Gongshu Tianyuan drew the bowstring and an arrow shot out with a "whoosh".

"This peach arrow is a technique I received from the Artisan God after upgrading in the world, still in its rudimentary stage, when fully developed, it could slay the Divine."