A master of comedy!

Chapter 153 Huarong Road

"Heh, you deliberately lured me here just to set up an ambush?"

Surrounded, the general was not panicked at all. Instead, he revealed a cold smile, and with a flash of light, he cut the surrounding spider silk.

He looked at Zhou Sheng and said, "Take off your mask, Zhou Sheng, the Cloud Dragon. It seems you've made quite a few preparations tonight. This is getting interesting. I thought you were going to run away with your tail between your legs."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he reached out to remove the Ya Zi mask, revealing a theatrical mask underneath.

A cold, pale face; a fierce red scar; a heroic bloodline between his brows!

It was none other than Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero from Jingyang Ridge.

"Last time you broke my knife, this time..."

Zhou Sheng's eyes were like cold stars. He slowly drew the ring-pommel sword from his waist, casually twirled it, and the Yazi beast at his throat let out a roar like a dragon's cry.

"Let's see if you can still cut it in half!"

The general laughed upon hearing this and said, "Do you really think that having Yazi will allow you to defeat me?"

"I admit, you have indeed surprised me. In such a short time, you have made such amazing progress. Given time, you may very well become a formidable opponent. It's just a pity..."

"You took something you shouldn't have taken."

He looked around, shook his head and laughed, "I wondered where this was. It turns out to be the old site of Juxianlou. Not bad, it's fitting that actors are buried in the opera house."

"Wrong."

The speaker was Yu Zhensheng, who held a golden spear in his hand. The vermilion mark between his brows resembled a vertical pupil that was about to open, radiating divine light under the moonlight.

"This Juxianlou is the burial site chosen for you. You were also involved in that great fire back then. It's time to settle the score with my disciple Hongxian."

Yu Zhensheng's voice was very calm, even tinged with indifference, as if he had detached himself from human emotions and was gradually transforming into a god.

Even when expressing hatred, it sounds like a voice from beyond the heavens, every word captivating the soul.

In fact, the most rational choice would have been to retreat, but Yu Zhensheng not only gave Zhou Sheng his full support, but also, contrary to his usual behavior, was willing to act as a pawn and charge into battle.

That's because he wanted to kill the general even more than his apprentice.

Having lived a life of vengeance and revenge for most of his life, the memory of that great fire in Xunyang from back then has never been extinguished in his heart.

If we don't kill this man, how will we face Lao Liu, who died fighting to cover his retreat?

"Jade-like sound!"

The general stared at the seemingly thin, yet terrifyingly powerful, aged body, a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

A legendary figure in the Yin Opera tradition, a genius unseen for centuries, and the head of the Zhao Family Troupe...

Back when the Zhao family troupe was at its peak, even he had to temporarily avoid their sharp edge. The city lord greatly admired Yu Zhensheng and wanted to bestow upon him a ghost and god mask, and invited the Zhao family troupe to reside permanently in the city and open a theater.

Yu Zhensheng refused them all.

"Wrong again."

Yu Zhensheng shook his head again, calmly looking at the general, and said, "Tonight I am not Yu Zhensheng, but... Prince Ma."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes instantly became deep and majestic, faintly radiating divine light.

Most astonishingly, a flame-shaped divine halo emerged behind him, burning the void slightly. Under the firelight, his pale face turned red, and his white hair was adorned with fire patterns.

Even his appearance has changed somewhat, and he bears a striking resemblance to the Heavenly King Huaguang in the mural.

Instantly immersing oneself in the role, becoming one with the character!

Moreover, it's not just about the actor and the role becoming one; Zhou Sheng vaguely felt that this was a higher realm than the actor and the role becoming one, it was almost like... inviting a god to possess him?
"Yu Zhensheng, you are indeed a remarkable person, but unfortunately... you are old and useless."

"A bunch of actors, pretending to be gods and ghosts, tonight I, the great general, will send you...to hell!"

call!
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly transformed into a demonic wind and vanished without a trace, directly bypassing the dense spider web and fiercely attacking Zhou Sheng.

To catch the thief, first catch the king!
Although Yu Zhensheng posed the greatest threat to him, he had already sensed that all these people revolved around Zhou Sheng.

Moreover, as long as he kills Zhou Sheng, he can obtain Ya Zi, which will give him wings and allow him to handle any situation, whether he stays or leaves.

clang!
Lightning crackled from Zhou Sheng's ring-pommel sword, and his inner thunderous energy surged forth. He also poured his forty years of cultivation into Ya Zi without hesitation, causing the sword to shine with brilliant golden light.

It contained golden light within and cultivated thunderous energy without. This strike, without even realizing it, resonated with the essence of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Thunder Technique. It was domineering and unparalleled, yet also possessed a majestic heavenly might. It actually blocked the Great General's strike head-on.

Not a single step was retreated!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amidst the crackling lightning, more than a dozen slashes were delivered, the flying arcs of electricity even evaporating the splattered blood droplets into nothingness, yet Zhou Sheng did not retreat an inch.

A perfect blend of actor and role, with the Heavenly Wound Star entering one's destiny!

The more injured he was, the more ferocious he became. His swordsmanship was wide and powerful, and when combined with the thunderous energy of Longhu Mountain and the sharpness of Yazi, he actually managed to block the general head-on.

Each strike is faster and more ferocious than the last!

clang!!!
With the sixteenth strike, Zhou Sheng's tongue roared like thunder, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, while the Great General's pupils narrowed, his demonic aura surging, as he slashed down with the Dragon-Swallowing Blade.

The two swords clashed, like thunder and fire, the scorching sparks illuminating two pairs of murderous eyes.

With a loud crash, the ear-piercing metallic sound shattered the blue vat in the courtyard, and the accumulated rainwater seeped out through the cracks in the vat.

The general took several steps back, his arm trembling slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared in his crimson eyes.

A notch appeared on the Dragon-Swallowing Blade.

Blood was still seeping from the gash, as if it were not a knife, but a wounded wild beast.

"Impossible, your power... how could it have increased so much?"

He stared intently at Zhou Sheng, as if he had discerned something.

"You only have about forty years of cultivation. Even if you add Yin magic and thunder magic, at most you can only have the power of sixty years. You will never have such power!"

“This place…is strange.”

Zhou Sheng wiped the bloodstains off the blade with his sword-like fingers, grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and began to recite his lines in a theatrical style.

"Tiger?"

"Does he even deserve to be called a 'big worm'?"

"Under Wu Er's blade, he specializes in slaughtering vicious tigers; the blood here is horribly foul!"

The general's pupils narrowed, and he turned to attack Yao Tai Feng.

At this moment, "Mu Guiying," who had been like a stone statue after her initial appearance, finally moved. With a sharp cry, the tip of her spear trembled and produced seven cold stars.

The Yang Family Spear Technique, like a white snake spitting its tongue.

That was not a fancy spear on the stage; every move exuded the iron-blooded spirit of the battlefield, clanging and ringing. It could pierce the throats of three Liao cavalrymen at the same time, hence the name "One Spear, Three Nods".

The general parried with his sword, narrowly avoiding the spear tip. The force transmitted through the blade filled him with surprise and doubt.

Yao Taifeng's martial arts skills are not bad, but her Taoist cultivation is not high. How come she has undergone a complete transformation tonight?

The two exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye. The long spear danced like a silver dragon, resembled a rain of pear blossoms, attacked like fire, defended like a mountain, moved like the wind, and moved like the forest. It was as if the Marquis of Hun Tian had been reborn, a peerless heroine.

The general's eyes flashed, and he changed direction again, charging towards Guan Buping.

Guan Yu stood with his sword drawn under the moon, seemingly asleep, his eyes half-closed, half-closed.

However, when the general approached within three zhang, his phoenix eyes suddenly opened, bursting forth with a lightning-like light. He brandished his Green Dragon Crescent Blade under the moonlight, turned around, leaped high into the air, and slashed down with the blade.

Roar!
The blue dragon on the sword seemed to come alive, faintly emitting a dragon's roar.

The sword aura that had been building up for six days suddenly erupted, the chilling sword energy bursting forth like a raging flood that could destroy seven armies.

A deafening roar!
The blade's energy tore through the earth, forcing the general to retreat seven steps.

Guan Buping stroked his beard, his phoenix eyes slightly closed again, his operatic voice still carrying a hint of arrogance, deep and muffled like thunder.

"Prime Minister Cao, this road—"

"It doesn't work."

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(End of this chapter)