My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Upon hearing Chu Ling's words, Wu Li froze, then let out a mocking laugh.

"So that's why the Gu poison I put on you guys disappeared. Turns out you went to find my dear sister."

"But do you think this will work?"

Wu Li stuck out the tip of her tongue and touched her cheek, smiling strangely: "This time, she can't help you."

"After all, she herself is probably in danger now."

Chu Ling frowned slightly, but Wu Li said no more.

As he spoke, and the strange incantation fell, the martial arts masters he controlled suddenly grew larger.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their exposed skin had bulging veins, and their faces looked even more ferocious.

Wu Li laughed loudly, and with a wave of his hand, those people immediately attacked Chu Ling recklessly.

He then slipped into the fray.

In an instant, the banquet hall was filled with the clash of swords, and Chu Ling and Xie Yan were separated and fought separately.

Those martial arts masters, controlled by the Gu worms, were utterly fearless of death. The others were hesitant and timid, making them incredibly difficult to deal with.

Despite the incoming attacks, Chu Ling remained unfazed. As he dodged, the folding fan in his hand moved accordingly, cleverly blocking the weapons swinging towards him each time it opened.

With a gentle twist of the fan bone, the opponent's weapon could be thrown from their hand in the blink of an eye.

His movements appeared light and effortless. But only upon closer inspection did one realize the immense force behind each strike, capable of sending someone flying and tumbling several meters away with a single blow.

Wu Li weaved through the crowd attacking Chu Ling. After Chu Ling dodged another attack, Wu Li suddenly reached out a claw and grabbed straight for Chu Ling's shoulder.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Chu Ling dodged to the side, then raised his fan into a hand chop and slashed straight at Wu Li's neck.

Wu Li neither dodged nor avoided the attack. Just as the folding fan was about to touch him, a long sword suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the blow.

He blinked, grinned, and vanished from his spot in a flash, disappearing back into the crowd.

Wu Li was like a slippery eel; every time he missed his target, he would cleverly slip away from Chu Ling's sight with the help of others.

The martial arts masters controlled by the Gu worms, under Wu Li's orders, surged towards Chu Ling one after another as if they were tireless.

They were all renowned masters in the martial arts world. Wu Li was confident that no matter how powerful Chu Ling was, he couldn't possibly escape unscathed from their encirclement.

He hid in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the figure dodging through the crowd, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

"Your Majesty!"

A figure quietly appeared to the side.

Meng Lan, who had been absent all along, was seen tightly wrapping a package in her hand, dodging attacks while keeping her eyes fixed on Chu Ling not far away.

He took a deep breath, then swung his arm sharply and threw the package forcefully toward Chu Ling.

The package traced an arc in the air and flew straight towards Chu Ling.

Although Wu Li did not know what it was, his heart skipped a beat.

He immediately disregarded everything else and rushed out from the shadows to try and stop the package. At the same time, whistles rang out, and everyone rushed forward to intercept it.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Chu Ling waved his folding fan, knocking the attacker back several steps. With a light tap of his toes, he leaped into the air, caught the package steadily, and landed back on the ground.

He glanced down and a smile played on his lips.

A strong sense of unease welled up in Wu Li's heart, and he quickly waved his hand, wanting the group to continue their attack.

But at that moment, Chu Ling had already untied the long package.

He took out several rod-shaped objects with metal ends, and with a little force, he connected them end to end, tightly assembling them together.

It was a jet-black spear.

Holding a long spear, Chu Ling's aura suddenly changed, and a murderous intent spread outwards from him.

The spear drew a sharp arc in the air, and with a loud "bang," it was planted upright on the ground, its butt embedded directly into the bluestone.

"It has been a long time since I have used my true power."

At the same time, he gently twisted his wrist, causing the gleaming spear tip to tremble. With a soft laugh, the spear tip pointed diagonally downwards.

And the place it was pointing to was none other than the location of Wu Li!

At this moment, Wu Li froze on the spot, staring at the unfamiliar weapon, his unease growing stronger.

He was unfamiliar with the Central Plains, so he naturally did not know that the weapon Chu Ling used when he was rampaging across the battlefield and killing everyone was a black gold spear.

That spear weighed several tens of kilograms and was made entirely of black iron. It had taken the lives of countless enemy generals on the battlefield.

The spear in his hand was clearly not the legendary black gold spear used on the battlefield. Yet, even in Chu Ling's grasp, it still exuded a chilling aura.

Wu Li couldn't help but swallow hard. He forced down his unease and roared, his voice strong but his heart weak.

“Be mindful, be confident, do your best!”

At his command, the martial arts masters roared and charged towards Chu Ling. Wu Li, however, quietly retreated a few steps and disappeared into the crowd.

Chu Ling's gaze swept across the crowd, a mocking smile curving his lips.

He stopped dodging and instead launched an attack.

With a flick of his wrist, Chu Ling's spear transformed into a streak of silver light, carrying the force of thunder, and pierced straight towards the group of people.

The spear tip pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound. However, this was not a battle on the field, so Chu Ling did not use the spear tip, but instead skillfully swung the spear shaft.

In the blink of an eye, those martial arts masters who had rushed forward were sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Wu Li, hiding in the shadows, watched as Chu Ling took down several people in an instant, and instinctively wanted to retreat.

He hadn't seen Chu Ling fight much, and initially thought that since Chu Ling's martial arts were inferior to Xie Yan's, he would be easier to deal with, but he never expected...

Chu Ling smiled, his eyes quickly locking onto a figure.

With a light tap of his toes, he instantly transformed into a blur, shooting straight toward the figure.

Wu Li's heart skipped a beat, and he almost instinctively turned to run away.

But Chu Ling's spear had already arrived, its sharp wind clinging to his back like a leech, the icy chill almost making the hairs on his back stand on end.

The next second, with a "thud," the spear pierced through Wu Li's neck.

Blood spurted out, and before Wu Li could even let out a scream, he was impaled on the tip of Chu Ling's spear.