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Chapter 1069 Capturing the City and Killing People

"Zhou Daqian is a monster!"

The eldest son of the governor of Jingzhou was furious inside. He thought, "This is simply unethical. You are a member of a sect, and you are at about the same level as me. Why are you so strong?"

Furthermore, I have control over the city bestowed upon me by my father, so I should be able to bully you at will. Why do you need the Yin Blade?

The Half-Saint Yin Blade is fine as a prop in the Southern Frontier story, but experiencing it firsthand and directly confronting its terrifying destructive power is not so good.

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the master's mental state was at work, warning him of danger.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet gave way, and a gap appeared in the city wall. He narrowly avoided the blade that was sweeping past him.

If you can't dodge this blow, you'll end up with your head severed.

The eldest son broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that passively taking a beating like this was not a solution.

He was usually such a respectable person, yet he was forced to jump around and become utterly pathetic.

Inside and outside the city, regardless of whether they were grandmasters or powerful warriors, their personal guards were either dead or fled, dwindling to almost nothing.

Unbeknownst to him, the disciple and his heir had fallen into a state of utter loneliness, looking around in vain and feeling utterly empty inside.

"Zhou Daqian, if you have the guts, draw your knife and fight me for real!"

Zhou You laughed upon hearing this, brandishing the Yin Blade, "Isn't this the real blade?"

"Since you've got guts, why don't you leave the city and come down here to fight me? I promise I won't use my Yin Blade!"

The eldest son remained silent. He knew he would die even faster if he left the city, and he simply did not believe that Zhou You would lay down the Yin Blade.

Seeing that the other party still harbored a glimmer of hope and wanted to cower like a turtle, Zhou You sneered and tapped the back of Yin Dao's blade. This mere pebble that had been blocking his way had kept him occupied for so long; it had already been more than enough.

Next, we finished our business efficiently and quickly, and continued our journey.

"You good-for-nothing son, now you'll be taking your father's city with you to your grave!"

Zhou You took a deep breath, and his vital energy and essence poured into the small cauldron in his body.

The space where the small cauldron was located hummed and trembled, and in an instant it was transferred from inside the body to the outside world, landing on the ground of this city.

The ding (鼎) is a very important vessel for warding off evil spirits. After a city is built, a ding is buried inside the city as a talisman.

When Zhou Nanwang left Huozhou before building the city, a large part of the materials and supplies he prepared were for casting a tripod, which would be buried underground as a protective cauldron for the newly built city.

The city beneath our feet is no exception; after the Mirror Governor was built, a cauldron was also buried underground.

The authority he granted to his eldest son was transferred through this cauldron. Once the cauldron was activated, the son could quickly move and traverse various parts of the city, while the enemy was like someone trapped in a swamp, unable to move an inch.

Who could have imagined that Zhou You, wielding the Half-Saint Yin Blade, would walk slowly, and with a single swing of his blade, the ends of the earth would shrink to mere inches, and every corner of the city would be within his killing range?

The eldest son originally intended to torture him to death like a rabbit in a cage, but he never expected that what was locked in the cage was a tiger, and a fully grown male tiger that kept breaking the wooden bars.

The city wall is covered with knife marks, and some weak points have even been cut off, stacked, or cracked.

hum!
Suddenly, a vast and heavy aura descended from the sky, and the wind blowing inside and outside the city instantly froze.

The eldest son was the first to sense something was wrong. The ground beneath his feet seemed to be covered by a lump of melted wax, becoming sluggish and unresponsive.

He was like a kite that was originally flying gracefully, but now a lead weight has been attached to it, preventing it from rising and causing it to slowly sink.

"not good!"

In the disciple's sight, Zhou You swung his sword again, and that soul-stirring blade light flew towards them.

Normally, his authority to relocate the city would have allowed him to easily avoid the blades, but this time it was clearly different.

"why?"

The legitimate son, being the head of the clan, still possessed considerable skill. He activated his three layers of defensive armor and unleashed a combination of offensive and defensive techniques from his fist arts. His divine weapon further enhanced his defense, with the blade facing outwards, emphasizing defense over active attack.

With each layer added on, his defense had risen to a terrifying level comparable to that of a master of the Earth Sect.

But these are far from enough in front of the Half-Saint Yin Dao!

With each swing of Zhou You's sword, the power of his sword merged with the intent of his fist, increasing with each strike.

Unless his vital energy and essence are depleted, each strike he makes is more lethal than the last, provided he can withstand the strain.

This strike was extraordinary; it flew and spun into a silver melon, just like the one that had split into eight pieces earlier, killing off the group of grandmaster guards around him. It was clearly a killing move.

"Crap!"

The younger brother, with a stiff upper lip, went to meet them, only to see that among the several blades that had split open in the silver melon, many had deviated from their intended trajectory.

He subconsciously thought that Zhou Daqian's swordsmanship wasn't very good either; he could still miss when cutting at close range. If it weren't for the power of the Yin Blade, he would probably have died at Zhou Daqian's hands long ago.

Then came a series of crackling and breaking sounds.

The sound was like a burly man weighing several hundred pounds panting as he stepped onto the thawing ice in early spring—it was incredibly crisp.

To be fair, the doting care that the governor of Jingzhou showed to his younger brother and eldest son was no less than that shown to Zhou Nanwang for Zhou You, with all sorts of life-saving measures being added to the list.

However, there is a limit to what a local governor can reach.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, even the governor of Maijing Prefecture himself would not be able to equip himself with gear capable of withstanding attacks from a semi-saint level.

"..."

Outside the city, Wu Linbei was badly injured, but he still used his concealment techniques to condense his vital energy into the size of a sesame seed.

He hid in a mound of earth, keeping an eye on the situation in the city; the plan wasn't over yet.

He planned that no matter who came out alive, he would reap the benefits by killing them, and he would definitely sow discord between the governor of Maijing Prefecture and Zhou Xizong, thus triggering a major war.

He would prefer his eldest son to win, because that would allow him to enjoy the thrill of personally killing his beloved elder brother, but reason told him that the chances of that happening were slim.

Zhou Daqian was a dragon among men, far superior to his good older brother whom he looked down upon.

Therefore, it is more likely that Zhou Daqian broke out of the city, and he had no choice but to ambush and kill him, take the Half-Saint Yin Blade, and then frame the governor of Maijing Prefecture.

Afterwards, the governor of Lihuo Prefecture was determined to pursue the matter to the end. When the eighteen ancestral families launched their attack, he joined forces with the demon soldiers to massacre the entire family of the governor of Maijing Prefecture and avenge his family.

All past grievances and grudges were settled in this gamble he wagered his life.

"boom!"

The city shook violently twice, like a cargo ship heavily laden with cargo on a river that was suddenly unloaded and trembled violently as it rose upwards.

This bizarre visual impact conveys the message that an astonishing force is... tearing down the city.

As the name suggests, "拔" means to pull up the wall by its base and shake it upwards, which is a provocation against the earth god's construction of the city.

Blood-red light burst forth, rolling across the ground like thunder, rapidly forming a streak of bloody flames, and in the blink of an eye, it had escaped to a place ten thousand meters outside the city.

The martial arts monument instantly came to life; the eldest son had been defeated and fled, and his opportunity had arrived!

Behind him, the silhouettes of a man and a knife rapidly approached.

All that's needed is to kill the eldest son before Zhou Daqian catches up, thus establishing a fait accompli, and then the rest of the plan can proceed smoothly.

"Demon Gun!"

A calm voice suddenly came from the sky above.

(End of this chapter)