885: A bunch of web crawlers, how dare they act so presumptuously?
“…”
Ye Lingxu’s expression was pained; he immediately clenched his fist, ready to counterattack.
Xie Weilou was even faster; he suddenly let go, his palm striking horizontally, a blow aimed at Ye Lingxu’s chest.
Boom!
Before Ye Lingxu’s fist could land on Xie Weilou, he was sent flying dozens of meters by Xie Weilou’s palm.
Xie Weilou took a step, covering dozens of meters, and suddenly appeared before Ye Lingxu, raising his hand to slap his face.
“Friend, don’t hit the face.”
Ye Lingxu quickly spoke, instinctively shielding his face; if his face were to be slapped in public, it would be more unbearable than killing him.
Bang!
Xie Weilou was also a man of principle; his left hand formed a fist, striking Ye Lingxu’s abdomen.
Ye Lingxu coughed up blood from his nose and mouth, flying out again like a soft-legged shrimp, smashing through a wall.
Ye Lingxu felt pain all over his body, struggling to stand upright; he looked at Xie Weilou: “Friend, what great strength! I concede!”
Xie Weilou raised an eyebrow: “Neither of us has used our full strength, and you’re already giving up?”
“No need.”
Ye Lingxu clutched his stomach, his internal organs feeling as if they were splitting; from the beating he had just taken, he already understood that in a physical confrontation, he was absolutely no match for the person in front of him.
“Heh!”
Xie Weilou yawned, then left with his hands behind his back; after beating someone up, his mood was indeed much better.
“Hiss! What a heavy hand.”
After Xie Weilou left, Ye Lingxu immediately collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach and gasping for air.
“First Prince, are you alright?”
Two black-clad men quickly stepped forward.
Ye Lingxu said with a speechless expression: “Do I look alright? What is this guy’s background? His physical strength is simply monstrous.”
The two black-clad men were somewhat helpless; you were the one who wouldn’t let us intervene!
Now that you’ve been beaten black and blue, who’s to blame?
“Sigh! I’ve met a master.”
Ye Lingxu struggled to stand up, limping towards his carriage.
He had planned to have a good spar with Zhou Tian Holy Son some time later, but he didn’t expect to be brutally beaten today, a huge loss!
Such a person couldn’t be nameless.
Xie Weilou?
Xie Weiruo?
Damn it, with only one character difference in the name, could it be the same person?
According to the information he had received, Xie Weilou seemed to have already entered Zhongzhou; news had come from Sword Emperor City that Xie Weilou had ascended to the eighteenth floor of the Sword Pavilion, possessing terrifying combat power.
That Xie Weilou indeed liked to play games of disguise, sometimes Xie Weilou, sometimes Xie Wushi, sometimes Heartless, making it hard for people to see through him.
“If he really is that guy… I’ll probably see him again soon,” Ye Lingxu thought to himself.
— — — — — —
After leaving the Upper City.
Xie Weilou changed back to his refined scholar’s face, holding a folding fan, and walked calmly towards Hongru Academy.
Boom!
Suddenly, the ground shook, and a cavalry of three hundred galloped over, directly surrounding Xie Weilou, their long spears chilling and their killing intent fierce.
“…”
Xie Weilou looked at the surrounding cavalry with a calm expression.
“Are you This Xie Chang’an?”
A sinister voice rang out, as a Middle-aged General, clad in black armor and wielding a long saber, rode out on a fierce tiger, his eyes fiercely staring at Xie Weilou.
Xie Weilou smiled faintly: “Is there a problem?”
The Middle-aged General said coldly: “My name is Gongsun Zhan, a Middle-aged General under Marquis Zhenyu!”
As he spoke, a power of the early Creation Realm erupted from him, instantly locking down Xie Weilou.
“Gongsun Zhan? Never heard of him.”
Xie Weilou said nonchalantly.
Gongsun Zhan said coldly: “Gongsun Yuan is my son! You killed him, and I, this Middle-aged General, must seek revenge for this blood debt.”
Gongsun Yuan was his most valued son.
The other party was a disciple of Zhongzhou Academy, a student of the Chess Saint, with boundless prospects, yet he died tragically in Hongru Academy. How could he not be furious?
“Oh! So that Gongsun Yuan was your son! Just a dead good-for-nothing, why are you so angry?”
Xie Weilou smiled, gently toying with his folding fan.
“little beast, shut your mouth!”
Gongsun Zhan roared, his eyes fiercely staring at Xie Weilou, the long saber in his hand flashing with cold killing intent.
Xie Weilou smiled faintly: “This Xie is no great figure, but he is at least a teacher at Hongru Academy. For you to bring soldiers here so aggressively, I’m afraid it’s inappropriate!”
“Hmph! A life for a life. You killed my son, so I will kill you. Who dares to say anything?”
Gongsun Zhan said sharply.
“Well said! By your logic, if This Xie kills you today, it will also be your own fault.”
Xie Weilou instantly closed his folding fan, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent.
A Middle-aged General under Marquis Zhenyu? Is that supposed to be impressive?
If someone dared to seek death today, he would gladly grant it, even if this was Donghuang City, he wouldn’t mind slaughtering a bit within it!
“Utterly arrogant! This child’s origin is unknown, and he committed murder in the street. Kill him for me.”
Gongsun Zhan directly pinned a crime on Xie Weilou.
Boom!
The surrounding cavalry did not hesitate, directly wielding their battle spears and charging towards Xie Weilou.
“A bunch of crawling insects, dare to be presumptuous?”
Xie Weilou’s smile deepened, his eyes bloodthirsty; he stretched out his hand, and the eighteen-layered Tianluo Umbrella given by Lin Qinghuang appeared in his hand.
Boom!
Xie Weilou gripped the Tianluo Umbrella, and a power of annihilation erupted; the eighteen spirit swords on the Tianluo Umbrella shot out, instantly striking the surrounding cavalry.
“Ah…”
The eighteen spirit swords swept across, their killing intent overwhelming; a series of shrill screams rang out, and the three hundred cavalry, facing the eighteen swords, were directly massacred, blood gushing out and staining the heavens and earth.
Three breaths later.
All three hundred cavalry were tragically killed, their blood staining the ground red.
The eighteen spirit swords were stained red with blood, flying back to the Tianluo Umbrella, crimson and dazzling, with formidable killing intent.
“Committing murder in the street and slaughtering cavalry, your crime is compounded.”
Gongsun Zhan stared at Xie Weilou with sinister eyes, the long saber in his hand glowing faintly, the power of Creation fully erupting, sealing the heavens and earth, causing the sky to lose its color, its might terrifying.
Xie Weilou said indifferently: “Don’t worry, This Xie will send you to hell next.”
“You’re asking for death!”
Gongsun Zhan roared, instantly pouncing on Xie Weilou, his long saber fiercely slashing out, a single strike splitting the sky, saber energy raging, killing intent thick, and its might incomparably overbearing.
Xie Weilou disregarded Gongsun Zhan, who was slashing at him, and the bronze bracelet on his hand instantly transformed into a Bronze Cursed Man. He gripped the battle spear and thrust it out.
Crack!
The battle spear, formed from the Bronze Cursed Man, carried immense power; a single thrust shattered space with an invincible momentum, piercing towards Gongsun Zhan’s glabella.
Splat!
Before Gongsun Zhan’s long saber could strike Xie Weilou, his glabella had already been pierced by the Bronze Cursed Man, a gush of blood erupted, and his soul was instantly crushed by the battle spear.
“So fast…”
Gongsun Zhan’s eyes widened, and the long saber in his hand fell to the ground.
Xie Weilou, holding the Bronze Cursed Man, lifted Gongsun Zhan: “For those who seek death, This Xie always likes to grant it.”
Boom!
As he spoke, the battle spear shook, and a copper light of annihilation flashed; Gongsun Zhan’s head was shattered, blood splattered, and he fell to the ground as a headless corpse.
Splat!
Just then, a sharp arrow broke through the air, heading straight for Xie Weilou’s glabella.
“…”
Xie Weilou disregarded the arrow, his soul power erupting; the arrow stopped less than a foot from him, unable to advance even an inch.
The Bronze Cursed Man in Xie Weilou’s hand transformed back into a bracelet; he grabbed the arrow and lightly squeezed it.
Crack!
The arrow was crushed into dust.
“There’s another fellow who doesn’t know his place!”
Xie Weilou looked towards a direction where a Black-Robed Man holding a bow stood.
“…”
The Black-Robed Man raised an eyebrow, then flew away.
“Heh!”
Xie Weilou collected Gongsun Zhan’s Storage Ring, held the Tianluo Umbrella, and quickly walked towards the direction the Black-Robed Man had left.
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