Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 284 Taking advantage of the situation
"Sir, you want to, you want to..." Longquan shouted while covering his chest, but when he met Wuzhe's gaze, his voice became lower and he dared not say it out loud.

Wuzhan asked calmly, "What do I want?" But there was a sense of majesty and contempt in his words.

Longquan managed to raise his voice and said, "I just think this is our Xiandao Academy's business, so I hope you won't interfere."

"Oh, aren't you doing things for His Majesty again?"

"Yes!" Longquan said respectfully, "It's just that this is a secret of our Xiandao Academy, and we don't want outsiders to interfere."

Wuzhan said: "Is it still a secret that the Anti-Heaven Cult sent so many people to snatch it? Master doesn't want me to interfere, do you want the Anti-Heaven Cult's people to take this bronze coffin away?"

Longquan was speechless for a moment, and after a while he said: "I hope that you will help us to defeat the Nitian Cult, considering that we both serve His Majesty!"

Wuzhan sneered and said, "You can let me help you, but I need to know, what do you want to do with this bronze coffin? Why did the Nitian Sect come to snatch it?" Seeing Longquan's bitter face, he obviously didn't dare to say it, and continued, "Since the real person doesn't want to say it, then I have to open the bronze coffin myself and take a look." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and put it on the coffin lid.

"No!" Longquan exclaimed, "Sir, please don't open it, this..., what's inside is..."

"Shut up!" The white-haired old man only then realized that Wuzhan had arrived in front of the bronze coffin. He dodged the flying silk threads and shouted to stop him.

Zhao Nanshuang also stopped and looked at Wuzhan. Only then did she remember that Li Zhong, who had conquered Southern Xinjiang and defeated Zhishui, was the masked man in front of her. However, he did not pay much attention to him at first, and he did not want Wuzhan to open the bronze coffin.

The white-haired old man stared at Wuzhan and said coldly: "If you want to stay alive and continue to be a favorite of the First Emperor, don't ask and stay away from this place."

Wuzhan looked at the white-haired old man and said calmly: "If you say so, it will increase my curiosity. If I open it, can you stop me?"

The white-haired old man said, "If you open it, I will be the first one to kill you after I break through this net cage!"

Wuzhan withdrew his hand, stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Senior, I am indeed a little scared when you say that. I just happened to pass by here. Don't risk your life just because of a glance."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly: "You are quite sensible!"

Wuzhan changed the subject and said, "However, it seems that it is difficult for you to break the net cage at this moment. If the Dharma King of the Nitian Sect rushes here, the bronze coffin will fall into their hands. At that time, you may just be anxious."

Zhao Nanshuang understood the hidden meaning in Wuzhan's words. He was reminding her that as long as the old Taoist was trapped, the Nitian Sect would take away the bronze coffin. She giggled and said, "Not only will this stinky old Taoist not be able to escape, but I will also cut him into pieces!" She drew her fingers on the silk thread, and several cutting lines swept towards the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man had a ferocious look on his face. Wuzhan was obviously threatening him and did not take him seriously. In anger, he shouted, "Longquan, take the bronze coffin and leave here!" He flipped in the air, controlling the compass with his hands. The starlight turned into a fireball and hit Zhao Nanshuang. In a blink of an eye, the two men started fighting again.

Longquan glanced at the bronze coffin, then at the disciples beside him, thinking: "It is not certain that these people can move the bronze coffin very far, let alone run away with it." With a look of embarrassment, he stepped forward and said: "I am seriously injured, it is difficult to move the bronze coffin, let alone wait until the seniors repel the Nitian Sect before thinking of a way!"

"Useless thing!" the white-haired old man cursed.

Wuzhan said to Longquan calmly: "It is indeed difficult for you to take this bronze coffin away right now, but it is still easy to take away the things in the coffin."

Longquan said: "This is indeed a solution, but no one dares to open it without the order of the Imperial Master."

Wuzhan said: "When a general is away from home, he may not obey military orders. If you insist on the orders of the Imperial Master, it will only lead to big trouble. In the end, you will be the one who will be blamed."

"Boom..." The sound of the ground cracking was heard not far away, and Leng Qianren's figure could be vaguely seen, walking and fighting as he rushed here.

When Longquan heard this voice, he was at a loss for a moment. What Wuzhan said did not make sense. He looked at the white-haired old man who was struggling. He was not worried about the white-haired old man who was respected by even Xu Shi hiding in the car. But he never thought that the white-haired old man was trapped in the magic weapon and was in a stalemate with the Dharma King of the Nitian Sect. It was difficult to get rid of it. After hesitating for a long time, he shouted: "Senior, in the current situation, it is better to open this bronze coffin and take out... It is safer. Otherwise, it is really as you said, it is very likely to be taken away by the Nitian Sect!"

"Where did Mayor Xu find so many trash? Trash, all trash!" the white-haired old man roared in anger.

Upon hearing this, Longquan and the others all looked gloomy, thinking, "This is the Against the Heaven Sect, which has been secretly continuing for thousands of years. Its influence is spread all over the world, and there are many powerful people. Even if all the powerful cultivators in the world were gathered together, they might not be able to compete with it. If they had not joined the Immortal Dao Academy and pursued immortality, how could they dare to be the enemy of the Against the Heaven Sect."

At this time, Leng Qianren had already rushed over. Jiang Yuan and Dong Shezi were both injured and seriously wounded. They barely followed behind to stop him.

Wuzhan said: "This is what your Nitian Sect wants to do, I'd better stay as far away from it as possible!" He turned around and was about to leave.

Longquan hurriedly said: "Sir, please stay. Considering that we both serve His Majesty, please help us!" Instead of being taken away by the Nitian Sect, it would be better to join forces with Wuzhan. Perhaps there is still a chance.

"I dare not. Even looking at it will cost me my life. This is a thankless task. You should solve it yourselves!"

Longquan shook his head helplessly and said to the white-haired old man: "Senior, the gentleman is one of us. If we don't ask him to help, I'm afraid this..."

The white-haired old man glanced at Leng Qianren who was rushing over and said angrily, "A bunch of rubbish! So many people can't stop one person!" He dodged to the ground and said, "Then let him stop them!"

Wuzhan smiled and said, "Senior, you sound so relaxed. That Dharma King has the cultivation of an immortal. You, many scattered immortals, can't stop him. How can I stop him just by saying so? Besides, I don't know what's going on here. Isn't it a bit reckless?"

Everyone knows what this gentleman means. If there is no benefit, it is absolutely impossible to ask him to take action. This is not only a threat, but also taking advantage of the situation. The white-haired old man hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "There are Taiyi's hand bones inside. If you can defeat them, I will let Xu Shi give you an immortal pill!"

Wuzhan actually already knew about this. He curled his lips and said, "An immortality pill? Haha, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

The white-haired old man said with a dark face: "Then what do you want?"

Wuzhan said: "Since it is Taiyi's hand bone, it must be an extraordinary thing. I would like to give a piece to my new disciple as a gift. What do you think, Senior?"

The white-haired old man suppressed his anger and said, "You..., good! If you can defeat him, I will definitely ask Xu Shi to give you a piece of my bones." He thought to himself, "I'll let you be proud for a while, and when I get out, I'll divide your bones first!"

Wuzhan shouted, "Chasing the waves!"

Zhulang understood what he meant when he heard it. He walked out with his sword in his arms and stood in the middle of the road, facing Leng Qianren who was rushing over. His black robe fluttered and murderous aura immediately filled the air.

Leng Qianren sensed the murderous intent and stopped less than ten feet away from Zhulang. He pointed his long sword at the ground and said to Zhulang sternly, "You want to stop me?"

"Does this need to be said?"

"Haha, do you know my cultivation level?"

"Fairy!"

"Then you should know that for a mind cultivator who only practices muscle and bone training, this move is undoubtedly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

Zhulang said fearlessly: "How can you know if you don't try it? Go ahead!"

Leng Qianren said: "You are quite arrogant. Well, let's see how many blows you can withstand from my 'Moon Cutting' and how much arrogance you can still retain!" The man in blue robe was encouraged and swung his long sword, with the blade making a buzzing sound. He had no patience and would never use two swords if he could solve the problem with one.

Jiang Yuan, Dong Chuanzi and others who caught up stopped and watched from afar. They had seen Zhulang take action in Poyang Lake. Although his swordsmanship was superior to his peers and his sword spirit was just beginning to develop, he was now facing the Dharma King who had overcome the tribulation and become an immortal. Even they, the immortals, were no match for him, let alone him. Asking him to come out to stop him would be tantamount to committing suicide.

However, they took this opportunity to recover from their injuries as quickly as possible. After Zhulang was killed, they could continue to entangle Leng Qianren. They just hoped that Zhulang would not die too quickly.

Leng Qianren stepped up with one foot, raised his long sword, drew a semicircular arc of light in the air, mixed with a whistling sound, and chopped towards Zhulang below with a tremendous force.

Jiang Yuan and others showed expressions of surprise. Even they could only avoid the sharp edge of this sword. It was obvious that Leng Qianren wanted to kill Zhu Lang with one sword. It would be difficult for them to get a moment's rest.

Zhulang focused his eyes, and the long sword flew out with a faint sound of a dragon's roar. A white light poured out and hung in the air. Facing such an opponent, he did not dare to be careless at all.

"Dang..." The swords collided, making a sharp sound, the true energy plane spread out, flames flew, Zhulang bent his body, pushed his feet on the ground and retreated rapidly, the "Long River" bent, the blade near the bottom of the hilt held the "Zhan Yue" blade and appeared in the firelight.

Leng Qianren didn't expect Zhulang to be able to block his sword, and shouted, "This sword is not over yet!" His true energy rose, and he grasped the handle of the sword with both hands and pressed it down hard. The blade made a buzzing sound, which showed how strong the force was.

Zhulang also changed to holding the sword with both hands. His feet sank into the mud and he slid more than ten feet away. He gritted his teeth and tried hard to stop sliding. His eyes shone coldly, "I will stop this sword!" Veins bulged in his arms, and he saw the "Long River" sliding on the blade with a "swish", and sparks burst out continuously.

Leng Qianren watched the long sword moving faster and faster, and the degree of curvature became greater and greater. He guessed that Zhulang was going to draw out the long sword, and using his strength, he would stab him in the waist. This strike would be very tricky, but he would not give Zhulang this opportunity. He slowed down his arms, and using the rebound force of the long sword, he leaped back.

Who would have thought that when the sword and the blade separated, Zhulang would bounce up, and the nine-foot-long sword would roll out, spiraling through the air, and pierce towards Leng Qianren like a dragon, fierce and swift.

Leng Qianren was secretly shocked. He did not expect Zhulang's sword to be so fast and filled with such cold intent. He quickly swung his sword to block it. "Dang" the sword hit the sword but failed to block it. The sword still stabbed towards his chest rapidly.

On the side of Leng Qianren's body, the long sword swept across his chest with a "swish" and a cool breeze, "hum..." the long sword suddenly straightened up and then wiped towards his neck. In a flash, Leng Qianren rolled backwards to avoid the sword, holding the sword in one hand, and swept it towards Zhulang's waist.

Zhulang just jumped back to avoid the long sword. Jiang Yuan and others did not expect Zhulang to be able to block such a sword, and he returned Leng Qianren's sword. This sword was extraordinary and brought the advantages of the long sword to the fullest. If Leng Qianren had not been so fast, this sword might have cut off his throat.

After becoming Mr. Li's disciple, he had made such rapid progress in just two months, and was even as good as an immortal in fighting. How strong was Mr. Li, who was guiding him? This was a mystery.

After Leng Qianren landed, he saw a hole in his chest. When he looked up, his eyes were full of murderous intent. "It is indeed a good sword. What is its name?"

"Long river!"

Leng Qianren said: "Nice name! But with just this sword, you are still no match for me!" The long sword shook, and the true energy poured into it. The whole blade was burning, and the fire snake was swallowing and spitting. The pressure made the bystanders feel uncomfortable in their chests. It can be seen how strong the true energy is. Even when the three immortals besieged him, he did not take it so seriously. Now he used it on Zhulang.

"You don't have to say this twice!"

Leng Qianren said coldly: "Young man, it is your honor to die under my Zhan Yue!" After that, there was a "thump..." sound, and the ground under his feet cracked, leaving an afterimage, and his whole body turned into a knife light, screaming through the air, and slashed towards Zhu Lang.

(End of this chapter)