Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 228, Turning Coats

The two Earth Level Ninth Layer martial artists are both dead, and the rest of the black-clad men on the ground are nothing but lambs to be slaughtered to Chu Ming.

Boom!

"Flying Corpse Palm!"

In mid-air, the leading black-clad man and Zhu Qianqiu clashed, both their bodies retreated simultaneously. As the black-clad man’s robe billowed, his skin quickly dried up, and the dried palm print struck toward Zhu Qianqiu with black aura swirling, devouring the soul.

"No Breath!"

Zhu Qianqiu steadied his body, gripped the saber with both hands, and silently slashed towards his front, without warning. At this moment, the entire space seemed to still, and the sword aura radiated brilliantly.

Thud!

The leading black-clad man’s pupils shrank; his dried palm just touched the sword aura before swiftly retreating, with crimson blood seeping from the edge of his palm.

Whoosh!

The leading black-clad man glanced at the other black-clad men below, discovering that most had been slain by Chu Ming and others, realizing that their operation had almost failed.

A strange green light emerged in his eyes, and a wave of soul power quickly spread around.

Not far away, two Guiyuan Realm experts, one in blue and one in white, were engaged in battle with two black-clad men. The aftermath of their fight spread over two hundred meters as they stood back to back, vigilantly watching around.

Just at this moment, the leading black-clad man’s soul wave had already reached them, instantly engulfing the duo.

A hint of numbness appeared in the blue-clad Guiyuan Realm expert’s eyes, followed by a flash of struggle, and then he suddenly struck backward with a blazing Fire Palm, evaporating the air in an instant.

"Ugh..."

Unprepared, the white-clad Guiyuan Realm expert was severely injured by the sudden strike, coughing blood relentlessly.

"Wang Lin, what are you doing?!"

The blue-clad Guiyuan Realm elder was from the Wang Family, but his eyes were now numb, devoid of any color.

"Zhao Gui, Wang Lin has been controlled, be careful!!"

Nearby, a Governor’s Mansion elder’s face changed drastically, trying to aid Zhao Gui but was immediately entangled by his opponent.

Buzz!

Zhao Gui felt a surge of violent spiritual power behind him. He turned swiftly, only to see a black Sword Aura expanding before his eyes.

Thud!

Before Zhao Gui could scream in agony, his body was directly severed into two, blood raining in the air, staining the land dark red.

"Hehe, Zhu Qianqiu, what will you do now!"

The leading black-clad man smirked as his dried palm once again struck towards Zhu Qianqiu, the air cracking with terrifying momentum.

"Is that so?"

Zhu Qianqiu’s gaze was as black as ink, his face cold and indifferent. He slashed his long saber against the momentum, directly knocking the leading black-clad man away, who nonetheless persisted, sneering as long as he entangled Zhu Qianqiu, victory would be theirs.

Boom!

Zhu Qianqiu suddenly pulled out a yellow jade seal from his bosom, carved with intricate patterns, topped by a roaring tiger sculpture.

"Thousand Autumn Seal!"

The jade seal flew into the air, swelling against the wind, and soon became a massive mountain-like presence, pressing down with a Mount Tai-like momentum toward the leading black-clad man.

"Residual Blood Palm!"

The leading black-clad man’s pupils shrank. He felt the breath of death on the seal, but its speed was too fast to evade, he could only brace himself.

Thud!

A blood arrow shot out from his arm, followed by a muffled groan as he was flung away, escaping the seal’s suppression range. However, his right arm was shattered.

"Retreat quickly!"

The leading black-clad man urgently shouted to the other black-clad men, his eyes filled with horror. Zhu Qianqiu’s jade seal was too powerful; if he guessed right, it was a high-tier Earth Level magical treasure. With it, Zhu Qianqiu’s strength escalated from the Guiyuan Realm pinnacle to the Guiyuan Realm extreme, surpassing him by an entire tier.

"Too late to escape!"

Zhu Qianqiu said coldly, throwing the jade seal into the air again. It swelled against the wind, becoming a small mountain once more, enveloping the leading black-clad man with its fierce force.

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The leading black-clad man shouted in a fierce tone, filled with inner fear as he fled, looking at the jade seal in the sky.

"So what if I push you!"

At this moment, the scholarly aura on Zhu Qianqiu had completely vanished, leaving only endless killing intent. To emerge as a top Guiyuan Realm expert, no one hadn’t climbed out from heaps of corpses.

Boom!

"Ah!"

With one arm broken, the leading black-clad man’s strength had declined significantly, unable to withstand the seal’s suppression, he was instantly crushed into a pool of blood.

A Guiyuan Realm pinnacle expert was killed by Zhu Qianqiu’s hand in an instant!

"Run!!!"

The remaining Flying Corpse Sect members were no fools. Seeing their leader slain by Zhu Qianqiu in two moves, their morale shattered, eyes filled with panic as they fled in all directions.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Zhu Qianqiu’s cold expression remained as he used his hand as a saber, Sword Aura shot through the air, instantly filling the space within a hundred meters.

Thud thud thud...

No black-clad man present could withstand Zhu Qianqiu’s attacks, only two or three managed to escape in the chaos, and Wang Lin was among them.

"Don’t chase the scoundrels!"

Seeing someone about to pursue the black-clad men, Zhu Qianqiu immediately stopped them.

The people of Black Dragon City paused to treat the wounded, with over thirty casualties, mostly young geniuses. In the Guiyuan Realm, everyone had their own hidden aces, making it difficult to kill unless vastly superior in strength. Zhao Gui was among the few exceptions.

Chu Ming quietly sat by, recovering his spiritual power, deep in thought. He wasn’t foolish; a moment of reflection revealed the truth.

Zhu Qianqiu likely intended to weed out traitors within the team, eliminating future troubles.

Buzz!

Zhu Qianqiu stood on high ground, took out a bone whistle from his storage ring, and gently blew. A green melody emanated, accompanied by a yellow figure flying over from afar.

The yellow-faced ghost eagle now appeared quite battered, with its head covered in dirt, blood continuously seeping from the root of its wings, the left wing drooped, completely broken.

A gleam of coldness flashed in Zhu Qianqiu’s eyes, evidently recognizing the brutal green eagle’s handiwork. Unfortunately, it had escaped, otherwise, he would have surely killed it.

Taking out various elixirs from the storage ring, Zhu Qianqiu fed them to the yellow-faced ghost eagle. Its wounds visibly healed at a rapid pace.

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