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Chapter 1067 Fierce Battle Between the Two Sides
Outside the city!

A dark cloud rose above the city walls and vanished in the blink of an eye.

This dark cloud was actually the eldest son's powerful personal guards. They were so densely packed on the city wall that they looked like a rising dark cloud.

But once they dispersed and each sought out their opponents below the city, they were immediately scattered.

"Gentlemen, let each of you fight your own battles!"

Zhu Ruoxuan identified the strongest member of the opposing camp, a martial artist with a strength of approximately the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm, and charged forward to meet him.

With a flick of his sword, Zhenbeige unleashed a bronze-colored stream of air that cleaved through a ten-meter-wide expanse, instantly stunning the powerful martial artist from the Nine Heavens opposite him.

"Zhenbei Ge, the rumors are true, Zhou Daqian really does have members of the Bei Xuan Zhu clan under his command!"

But so what?
The fact that only one member of the clan represents Zhen Beige does not mean that he is fully on the side of the Zhou family; at most, he only represents one person.

The powerful guards of the Nine Heavens, instead of being motivated by a desire to win, seized this opportunity to test the superiority of their own martial arts skills over those of Zhenbei Ge.

His position beside the eldest son is extraordinary, far surpassing that of other powerful martial artists. A contract has been signed, and he is being groomed to become a grandmaster.

If I can achieve great success on this trip, I only need to serve for another fifty years to obtain the resources needed to advance to the Grandmaster level.

Therefore, this powerful martial artist from the Ninth Heaven was also the most hardworking one.

"Well done, watch me dot the eyes and pierce the water."

The strange, unique weapon pierced through a ten-meter-wide airflow and easily tore it apart.

Zhu Ruoxuan spun the ancient halberd, and with a clang, the tip of the halberd collided with the opponent's Dividing Water Pointing Thorn, sparks flying everywhere. This was actually a divine weapon no weaker than the ancient halberd.

The powerful warrior from the Nine Heavens smiled smugly, then reversed his divine weapon and thrust it in. He was familiar with the techniques of halberd-type divine weapons. As the saying goes, "one thrust, two stabs." After the halberd tip failed to attack, the next step was to thrust the horizontal branch forward.

Therefore, he responded appropriately, using his divine weapon to bypass the horizontal branch and stab Zhu Ruoxuan's arm.

If this blow hits, it will not only sever the arm, but also severely injure the chest and abdomen.

Zhu Ruoxuan thought to himself that as expected of a member of the governor's men of the eight provinces of Zhili, his strong and powerful personal guard was no ordinary person. However, he was by no means an ordinary personal guard, nor was he an ordinary member of the Northern Xuan Zhu clan.

He gently twirled the ancient halberd, and the tangled black silk wrapped around its head untied, as if a large cloud were unfurling.

As the clouds descended, the powerful warrior from the Nine Heavens instinctively used his divine weapon to stab, but his attack was weak, creating a massive suction force like that of a swamp.

"Oops!"

The next moment, the powerful warrior from the Nine Heavens stumbled, his body mostly wrapped in the Hundred-Le Heavenly Net, making him unsteady. Then, Zhu Ruoxuan spotted his vital point and thrust his spear into his back, exiting from between his legs.

No matter how powerful the Golden Body of Might is, it cannot withstand his long-prepared, deadly strike.

Blood splattered on the ground, dust settled silently, and a powerful martial arts expert at the ninth level, with the potential to become a grandmaster, perished on the spot.

The horrific scene shocked the guards around them.

"collapse!"

Gong Jinhuan took a breath, having repelled his distracted opponent. Seeing that Zhu Ruoxuan had succeeded, he shook his head and sighed, realizing he was still no match for him.

As an elder, he stood in front of Jian Xiaocao and the others, blocking a powerful martial artist at the eighth level and two at the seventh level, but he himself was in a precarious situation.

Gong Jinhuan himself was only at the eighth level of the Strong Martial Realm.

The two powerful fighters worked together seamlessly, their advances and retreats were methodical, and there was no interference between their fists and feet. They took turns attacking, causing Gong Jinhuan's stamina to drop rapidly.

He was about to die from the opponent's fists and feet.

"Father!"

Mao Lang let out a howl, his hair standing on end, each hair as fine as gold and silver needles, his skin as translucent as if coated with a layer of jade armor, as if all impurities had been removed from his body. In the previous battle with the demon race in Li Huo Prefecture, Mao Lang was almost controlled and demonized by the demon race's superiors several times, but was always calmed down at the last moment by Cao Moang and Jian Xiaocao working together.

The three formed a bond of life and death, sharing joys and sorrows, and became an inseparable alliance of offense and defense.

Later, the various powerful medicines refined by the demon essence were verified to be extremely nourishing to Mao Lang's demon bones. Even when he ate demons that were used for healing and detoxification, his strength and blood energy increased rapidly.

Despite having seal script skills, Cao Moang and Jian Xiaocao were still far behind Mao Lang in speed.

Mao Lang is undoubtedly the number one among the younger generation, having already entered the seventh level of the Strong Martial Realm. As for his overall strength, considering that he is several levels stronger than other martial artists of the same level among the demon race, he has already reached the pinnacle of the Strong Martial Realm.

"Where did this crazy kid come from?"

Eighth Heaven's powerful martial arts master gestured to one of his companions, instructing him to deal with Mao Lang.

A powerful warrior from the Seventh Heaven emerged, standing confidently in front of Mao Lang. He thought that although they were both from the Seventh Heaven, the other was just a rough and reckless young man who could be easily defeated.

Unexpectedly, his vision blurred and he suddenly lost all trace of Mao Lang, and then... he split open.

Mao Lang roared, his face contorted with rage as he swung his hands, tearing the powerful golden body of the seventh level of heaven in two with terrifying force.

The remaining two strong warriors heard their companion's scream and turned around before Mao Lang pounced on their faces...

After Gong Jinhuan and his team killed the enemy, they discovered that Qiangwu, who had been attacked by Mao Lang, had his face rotten and his bones exposed.

Cao Moang and Jian Xiaocao, who were not far away, turned their gazes back and breathed a sigh of relief. With Mao Lang around, there would be no danger.

Before them were guards at the mid-to-late stage of the Strong Martial Realm, matching the strength of Cao Moang at the sixth level and Jian Xiaocao at the fifth level.

Although the Imperial Guards of Jingzhou had the advantage in both manpower and skill level, Cao and Jian had already combined seal script with their boxing skills, creating a unique style.

Whenever the enemy gained the upper hand, they would unleash the power of the inscriptions on their bodies to turn the tide of battle.

Not only can they turn defeat into victory, but they can also take the opportunity to defeat or kill an opponent. Little by little, they have accumulated six or seven under their command.

As for the other powerful warriors, although they were not particularly outstanding, they were the old guard of the Zhou clan's western branch, and their rank was equivalent to that of the personal guards that the governor of Maijing Prefecture had arranged for his son.

While the fighting wasn't exactly a complete rout, it was a close contest with both sides having their share of victories and defeats.

The real battlefield is in the city...

Zhou You entered the city gate with the Half-Saint Yin Blade in his hand. Standing on the empty street, the buildings around him were silent, and only the lights made the surrounding area seem even colder.

A provocative shout came from behind him from the eldest son of the governor of Jingzhou, "Zhou Daqian, you have willingly stepped into a dead end."

He rolled his eyes, muttered "idiot," and drew his Yin Blade, slashing towards the source of the sound.

The blade flashed like a wheel of divine punishment, rolling everywhere, splitting houses in two and causing them to collapse to the side of the road, and making the streets look as if they had been cut open like silk.

Then, enveloped in the cold air, it leaped into the air and arrived in front of me in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, the eldest son broke out in a cold sweat. He then used the city's authority to move himself from his current location to another city tower, thousands of meters away from where he was.

Only after he escaped from the spot did he see from afar the scene where the city tower where the sword had stood had been split in two.

With a crash, countless pieces of wood, tiles, and stones, having lost their support, were crushed and shattered, raining down on the solid city wall.

A cloud of smoke and dust expanded and erupted, rising from the spot to form a mushroom cloud covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres.

"You've misunderstood. I didn't come into the city to walk into a trap; I came to ensnare you!"

"Now consider this: if you left this city, how long could you survive?"

(End of this chapter)