80: You have no chance of winning in the middle vs. late game.

The person in the shadows revealed their true form. A middle-aged man dressed in purple robes looked at Chu Jiang with a hint of surprise: "How did you know? I did not reveal myself!"

"Among the five Grandmasters of the Zhennan Royal Family, only one specializes in using a whip, and his name is Jin Rilun!"

Chu Jiang said indifferently. Since he had already offended the Zhennan Royal Family, he had naturally learned a bit about their background. The current Zhennan Royal Family had already fallen into decline.

The old Prince was dying.

There was no one to succeed him.

Without a Great Grandmaster to hold down the fort, the Zhennan Royal Family was nothing more than a bunch of weaklings in his eyes.

"Since you already know, I don't need to go to such trouble. Come back to the Zhennan Royal Family with me, and I might consider leaving your corpse intact!"

"Don't think you can escape just because you blocked one strike. I only used thirty percent of my strength just now. In the Grandmaster realm, a one-level difference is like a massive chasm."

"Middle Stage against Late Stage, you have no chance of winning!"

Jin Rilun sneered, his right hand behind his back, gripping the purple-gold whip, which trembled slightly. He hadn't held back on that last strike; he had used a full seventy percent of his strength. Yet, he hadn't been able to take him down. This youth's strength was not below his own as a Grandmaster Late Stage.

"You don't know when you're going to die!" Chu Jiang's eyes were cold. His body moved like a swimming Dragon, shattering layer after layer of air walls instantly. His large hands struck out like lightning toward Jin Rilun's temples.

"Spirit Snake Whip Technique—Whirlwind Whip Dance!" The purple-gold whip in Jin Rilun's hand lashed out instantly, turning into a silver snake that whipped toward Chu Jiang's Physical Body. Its trajectory changed in a myriad of ways, forming a defensive barrier of wind.

Boom! Chu Jiang didn't dodge at all. His Physical Body was quickly covered in a layer of Protective Aura. The purple-gold whip landed on the Protective Aura, emitting the sound of clashing metal. It didn't break through his defense at all.

However, Chu Jiang's Vajra Divine Palm didn't slow down in the slightest. It swept forward. The impenetrable defensive barrier of the purple-gold whip was shattered instantly.

Jin Rilun's expression changed drastically. What kind of terrifying Physical Body was this? His purple-gold whip was a top-grade weapon, capable of breaking the defenses of those who Cultivate their Physical Body. Yet, it hadn't even touched the opponent's skin. Damn it.

"Space-Splitting Life-Taking Whip!" Jin Rilun roared, unleashing his ultimate killing move. This move compressed the surrounding air continuously, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing sound that shook one's Divine Soul. In a brief instant, the purple-gold whip lashed out more than a dozen times. The compressed air exploded instantly, producing a heaven-shaking roar, and a violent, space-tearing shockwave ripped through the area. Chu Jiang was engulfed by this tidal wave of an attack.

Clang! Clang! Bang! Bang! Crackle! A symphony of clashing metal resounded between heaven and earth.

Boom! A pair of large hands passed through the shockwave, fast to the extreme. The massive palm, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, struck Jin Rilun's body solidly.

Jin Rilun's body smashed into the ground like a cannonball. Blood splattered from his body like a blooming red flower; he was almost torn to pieces. One of his arms was completely shattered.

Jin Rilun spat out bloody foam, his face full of terror. What kind of monster was this? Just one encounter. He had only used one move. And it had completely defeated him. Yet, despite giving his all, he couldn't stop that palm from landing. His Physical Body was too astonishing. To remain unscathed against his Space-Splitting Life-Taking Whip was simply Heaven-Defying. This level of strength was almost equivalent to a Grandmaster Peak.

"Ah…" The intense pain in his Physical Body caused Jin Rilun's face to contort, pulling his thoughts back to reality instantly. He glanced at his body. His right arm was basically pulverized and could be considered ruined. There was a massive palm print on his chest, sunken into his flesh, continuously oozing blood.

A few strands of strange purple lightning darted around inside his body, slowly stripping away his remaining vitality. His Grandmaster True Qi could not disperse it at all; it was as if a foot soldier had encountered a King, trembling all over.

Bang! Chu Jiang commanded the thunder of the void, descending like a Thunder Dharma King. He stood before Jin Rilun, looking down at him, his gaze soul-shaking.

"Late Stage against Middle Stage, you have no chance of winning!" "You used your full strength, but I didn't even use any effort. You're too weak!"

Chu Jiang repeated Jin Rilun's words from just a moment ago. Jin Rilun was immediately overcome with rage, his blood rushing to his heart. He almost couldn't catch his breath, and his eyes began to roll back.

"You… you…" Jin Rilun's mouth trembled, unable to speak for a moment.

"You? What 'you'?" "Call me Thousand-Man Commander!" Chu Jiang's eyes turned cold, and he grabbed Jin Rilun's shattered right arm.

"Ow… it hurts, it hurts, it hurts… ah…" Jin Rilun howled in pain. His face was twisted beyond recognition, his brows tightly knitted together, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were going to sink into his bones.

Chu Jiang ignored his wailing and walked toward the main force of the Demon Suppression Guard, dragging him like a head of livestock.

At this moment, "Your subordinate has arrived late to save you!" Wang Chao and Fu Yunxuan led the Demon Suppression Guard to the scene, and they were extremely shocked to see what was before them.

Chu Jiang waved his hand. He threw the Jin Rilun in his hand in front of the two and said coldly: "This is a Grandmaster of the Zhennan Royal Family. He intended to assassinate this Thousand-Man Commander, but I have captured him!"

"Use the Spirit-Locking Chain to string him up, hang him behind the Wind-Chasing Horse, and drag him all the way back to White Stone County. I held back; a Grandmaster's vitality is strong, he won't die for a while!"

Wang Chao and the others were filled with shock. A Grandmaster had been captured so easily by their Commander. This was a Grandmaster, not just some stray cat or dog.

"By the way, release the news: someone from the Zhennan Royal Family tried to assassinate a Thousand-Man Commander of the Demon Suppression Division, which is a capital offense. However, out of consideration for Prince Zhennan's hard work and great contributions, the Demon Suppression Division will allow them to exchange three thousand-year-old precious herbs for his life."

Chu Jiang said immediately. This was also the reason why he hadn't killed Jin Rilun. The True Qi Heavenly Thunder Body. The resources required for promotion were massive; it would be a waste not to seize this opportunity to extort them.

"Your subordinate obeys!" Wang Chao's pupils dilated in shock. For the first time, he had experienced his superior's arrogance and dominance.

"Jin Rilun, let's see how much you weigh in your master's heart!" Chu Jiang snorted coldly, lightning flickering on his body, and he vanished from the spot instantly.

"They will definitely come to save me… definitely…" Jin Rilun was covered in blood, his gaze dull. He was a Grandmaster Late Stage, the third strongest expert of the Zhennan Royal Family; Prince Zhennan would not abandon him. At the very least, his Fei Ruji would definitely find a way to save him. No one would abandon a Grandmaster.

Soon, Wang Chao, Fu Yunxuan, and the others brought over a massive iron chain. They forcibly pierced it through Jin Rilun's shoulder blades, and blood sprayed out instantly.

"Ah… stop…" Jin Rilun howled in despair, but the Spirit-Locking Chain did not stop until it had completely pierced through. He now somewhat regretted coming to stir up this muddy water. Prince Zhennan had said he didn't care. He was now beginning to doubt the notion that Yang Haotian was his own flesh and blood. The more pain he felt, the stronger this thought became. Yang Haotian was not his flesh and blood at all; why did he come to stir up this muddy water? Listening to a woman's slanderous words. No. He didn't believe anyone anymore. Jin Rilun's brain spun rapidly, and in his heart, he cursed everyone in the Zhennan Royal Family.

On the road, a long chain hooked a blood-covered man in purple robes. The purple robes were mostly worn away from being dragged on the ground; his clothes were tattered and torn, his Physical Body in intense friction with the ground. His entire body was constantly heating up. He let out wails. One hundred li, five hundred li, one thousand li, three thousand li… wherever they passed, it attracted attention. This horrific scene shocked all the various factions along the way. A Grandmaster. Pierced through the shoulder blades and hung behind a horse like livestock.