Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system-Chapter 524: Ch-: City Under Attack

"Ugh!" Zhang Shiyu grunted as she was also flung a distance away, feeling as though she had been struck by a mountain. Both spat out blood.

"Jing’er!" they both shouted in horror when the titanic beast was just a few meters away from her.

Gulp

Wu Jing’s throat bobbed when she saw the menacing eyes staring at her.

"No—" The last thing she heard was her parents’ voices as she closed her eyes, the fist descending toward her. I am so dead.

"Did you get the item?" Zhang Xisu arrived hundreds of kilometers away from Golden Leaf City and saw a group of people wearing Black Church uniforms waiting for him.

"Yes, L-leader," one of the hooded figures took a few steps forward and said in a trembling voice.

Zhang Xisu raised an eyebrow as he brought out a pulsating heart emitting black smoke from his storage ring. The heart throbbed with black veins, and dark mist seeped from the black lines.

"This is the heart of the Seventh King," the subordinate said as he handed the heart to him, making it float.

"If I may be bold, Vice Leader, what is the use of this heart, Leader?" the subordinate asked in a curious voice.

"I don’t know," Zhang Xisu said indifferently. He pulled his gaze away from the heart and then narrowed his eyes at the person who asked the question. "And you should not ask so many questions."

"W-wait, V-Vice Leader... Ahhhh!" The subordinate panicked as his body was engulfed in flames. His screams echoed as he was reduced to cinders.

"I will say this again: your job is not to question, but to follow orders blindly. Do I make myself clear?" he asked.

The others nodded rapidly, too terrified to speak.

"Let’s go," he said.

"Leader, the others have not arrived," one of them said cautiously.

"So it seems, but that’s their bad luck. If they didn’t make it, so be it," he said, then left, thinking about how easy the operation had been.

Flashback

A few hours ago, Golden Leaf City Prison.

Crack. Crack.

"Jie jie jie." A sinister laugh rang out as the ice holding the most vicious criminal began to crack.

After a few minutes, the ice completely shattered, and the first figure to emerge was the Black Church Commander—the same one the Seventh Elder of the Zhang Clan had brought.

Tap. Tap.

The sound of footsteps started closing in, and the grin on the commander’s face widened. "First prey."

"What was that loud sound?" a guard stationed to oversee the lowest floor said as he rushed toward the cell after hearing the sound of the ice shattering.

"What... how come—" As soon as the guard appeared, his eyes widened in disbelief when he saw someone had escaped from the bindings. This was the first time it had happened in the history of the prison, as no one—especially from the lowest floor—had ever managed to escape their restraints.

"This is bad, really bad," the guard thought with a pale face as he looked at the ice sculpture that was on the verge of breaking.

"Hey." He felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the voice and looked at the commander, his body turning cold when he saw the sinister smile on his face.

’I need to escape,’ he thought without hesitation and turned to flee and inform the others. As soon as he turned his back toward them, he felt a sharp pain and the world turned upside down. His head was directly severed by a blade made of wind.

Crack. Crack.

"Finally free."

"Damn, my body is stiff."

"The last time I moved my body was a year ago."

"A year? I’ve been locked up here for five years for the mission. Stop complaining."

"I can’t wait to destroy this city."

The men who had finally escaped all sighed, stretched their bodies, and wore wicked smiles on their faces.

"Hey, stop fooling around. Let’s go," the commander said

.

"Hmph, so you’re the commander of the mission, but are you even worthy? It’s better if I lead the mission. I’ve never even seen you; you look new. Let a veteran lead the mission," said a bulky man with strands of white hair among them.

"Heh." The commander snorted as he released his cultivation and asked, "Convinced?"

As he spoke, many of them fell to their knees and hurriedly said, "Convinced, convinced."

Strength was the voice in the Black Church, not loyalty or seniority.

"Good. Quickly get ready. We need to get out and start," the commander said with a snort, as the others quickly got up and followed closely behind.

"What—everyone, the prisoners escaped! Quickly—" Another guard who had arrived, seeing his companion still standing there, widened his eyes upon seeing the prisoners out of their bindings and managed to shout before his head was severed.

"Looks like we can’t sneak out," the commander clicked his tongue.

As soon as they started climbing the stairs, numerous guards poured toward them like ants attracted to sugar.

"Damn, how did they get out?"

"Hurry, attack them!"

The guards charged toward them. The commander, on the other hand, did not react. He kept walking and said, "You all deal with them. It’s beneath me to deal with insects."

"Jie jie, of course," the subordinates laughed maliciously as they charged toward the guards.

Bang. Bang.

The commander calmly walked past them without looking back.

On the way to the exit, there were a few guards still stationed there while most had gone downstairs. He casually swiped his hand, and the guards’ heads rolled across the floor.

As he stood before the exit, he waited patiently for the portal to appear.

Step. Step.

"Done?" the commander asked, looking at their ferocious grins and bloodied hands.

Buzz.

"Yes, and it looks like we arrived just in time," one of the subordinates said while looking at the shimmering red portal that appeared in front of them.

"Let’s go," the commander said as he and the others stepped through the portal.