Chapter 536: Chapter 325: Code Name Tianku_2
This teaching method, although not as potent as the Mystic Sect’s direct guidance on Qi Refining and the principles of the Five Arts, encouraging disciples to explore and discover their potential, was designed by the Divine Lord purely to enhance combat power for ordinary cult members for rebellion. It emphasizes simplicity and practicality for rapid mastery.
Thus, Chen Xuantian directly practiced it, selecting a Secret Technique from the Divine Sect’s general Cultivation Method that could synchronize with the Divine Gang Root Bone, and refined and opened the Eight Meridians of Chen Huzi. As a result, with the same Divine Gang Sword Energy paired with Qi Blood circulation and the combined force of the ordinary and extraordinary meridians, the sword power at least doubled.
Having mastered the Divine Sect’s method, one could naturally continue to utilize the Secret Techniques of the Divine Sect stream from this foundation, for example, refining Blood Coin for blood supplementation...
"Immortal Thief Chen Dewei! Your deeds have been exposed! Surrender peacefully!"
Outside the ancestral hall, more than a dozen factory guards serving as tribute constables already set up the Heaven and Earth Net, surrounding and blocking him in.
Chen Xuantian, having sensed and detected these barbarians tracking them through his Divine Sense, found them preparing an Array outside to trap Chen Huzi.
However, among the pursuers, only a left supervisory tributer of the Nascent Soul Realm was leading, with the rest being Golden Core Realm. Chen Xuantian paid no heed, continued opening his Qi Meridian, calling upon his Essence Blood for Qi Replenishment, still healing his injuries.
And since the barbarians outside had set up the Heaven and Earth Net, properly establishing a Barrier Seal to trap Chen Huzi within, they didn’t waste any time.
Thus, six archers scaled the walls and rooftops, surrounding on three sides, drawing bows and firing, with the runes on their Secret Arrows whooshing chaotically. They simultaneously cast talismans to ignite fire, setting the entire Chen family’s ancestral hall ablaze.
Three heavily armored saber and shield soldiers smashed open the courtyard walls, executing a Five Tigers Severing Gate Roll sweeping knife, rushing through the entrance! Following them, two halberdiers and a crossbowman entered in single file!
The six-man team, all clad in heavy armor as guardian immortal soldiers, immediately formed a squad upon entering the courtyard! Assuming an arrow formation, they rushed swiftly toward the ancestral hall!
This group that entered the courtyard was one unit. Those providing support on the walls were a second unit. Behind them, outside the three surrounding walls, a third group lay in ambush, with six people hiding using the Invisibility Technique, armed with Immortal Binding Rope and Iron Wire Net Binding Dragon Rope, ready to strike to prevent Chen Huzi’s escape.
Outside the main gate, an Immortal Palace Golden Core Mage, pinching the formula and chanting, pointed to the ground to turn it to copper to prevent the Immortal Thief from escaping underground. By his side, the Nascent Soul Realm left supervisory catching thief tributor stood, wearing iron boxing gloves, arms crossed, watching and holding his breath, ready to leap out and unleash Gang Fist at a moment’s notice.
This lineup, more than sufficient to capture an underage Chen Huzi.
But not nearly enough to handle Chen Xuantian.
"Bang!"
The axe-wielding man raised his iron shield and broke through the door!
A heavy crossbowman drew the string, ready to shoot, scanning the scene!
Only to see Chen Huzi seated on a cushion with his back to them, a sword horizontally across his knees, unmoving.
"Take it!"
"Bang!"
The crossbowman raised his hand, loosing an arrow, a javelin-like heavy bolt whistling forth, its tail attached to an iron chain, spiraling through the air like a whistling iron snake! The arrow struck into Chen Huzi’s left chest! The arrowhead exploded into razor-sharp hooks, firmly anchoring into the chest!
"Ha!"
With one hit! The heavy crossbowman abandoned the crossbow, seized the chain, unleashed fierce Gang Power! Yanking Chen Huzi off the ground!
"Take it away!"
"Ha!"
Five close-combat warriors advanced with a shout, advancing with a drum-like pace, their armor clashing with a thundering roar!
The axe-wielding man wielded a heavy shield! Charging fiercely! Breaking Chen Huzi’s back! Forcing him to the ground! Raising his knife, cutting off his limbs!
The two halberdiers wasted no words, exerting great strength! Stabbing their hand spears together! Piercing into his scapula! Smashing through his shoulders and shoulder blades, shattering the entire Bone Plate in one sweep!
The crowd swarmed, slashing and stabbing! Tearing the Immortal Thief Chen Huzi to pieces! Cutting him into a human stick!
"Got it!"
The crossbowman shouted fiercely, binding with the iron chain.
The crowd efficiently flipped over the shot-through shoulders and severed limbs, turning the bloody human stick of a Chen Huzi over to find it was the first saber and shield soldier to rush through the door.
The person was already dead, with only a sword scar on his throat.
At that moment, the remaining five people at the scene held their breath.
Why...
Where was the other person?
Then the crossbowman slowly raised his head, looking at his teammates beside him.
Suddenly realizing, he recognized none of these people.
Because their faces were no longer discernible.
Four faces, blood gushed from seven apertures, erupting like blood waterfalls, their faces drenched in crimson.
Like four people wearing bloody faces, staring at him, seemingly awaiting his command.
The crossbowman couldn’t utter a word; he could only watch as the people before him gradually melted into fountain-shaped figures.
Blood gushed like springs, red liquid spurted from beneath the skin sack, swiftly spreading over his feet.
Thus, the crossbowman turned around, stepping out of the ancestral hall.
Blood splashes like waves followed, flowing out of the hall into the courtyard, sprawling ever wider.
The stars seemed frozen, with not a sound between heaven and earth.
The crossbowman turned his head.
Seeing the archers standing on the walls, bows drawn but not released, like statues, only blood seeping from their mouths and noses.
The crossbowman looked forward.
Finding he had only taken a step yet already stood before the Nascent Soul tributor.
Then he stretched out his hand, reaching into the tributor’s chest, crushing his heart.
The next moment, scarlet blood trickled from the tributor’s mouth and nose, smearing a bit.
Then the crossbowman turned around, stood before the mage, stretching out his hand...
"Splash!"