Wu Chang Jie

13

The men in black attacked with their sharp swords. The spiritual pressure soared around Zong Zi Heng, and his sleeves fluttered in the still air. His pupils were bloodshot, and his spiritual power rushed into his hand that was holding the long sword. When he attacked, his spiritual pressure changed into a tangible sword arc that had the power of sweeping out a thousand armies, and it was sharp and unstoppable.

All the men in black were knocked out by the enormous force. Bricks on the ground were sent flying, and all the tables, chairs, and dishes were shattered. Even cracks appeared on the two large wooden support beams in the lobby, and they looked like they might collapse at any moment.

Zong Zi Xiao was shocked and muttered, "Seventh Chongtian*..."

Zong Zi Heng had just grasped the Seventh Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword Technique and could not control it yet. This move was truly powerful, but it had overdrawn his spiritual power. He spat out blood from his mouth and his body swayed as he knelt down.

"Big brother!" Zong Zi Xiao supported Zong Zi Heng and cried out helplessly.

"Run...quickly..." Zong Zi Heng pushed Zong Zi Xiao, "Run."

"No, big brother, let's go together, let's go together!"

"Run!" Zong Zi Heng pushed Zong Zi Xiao out with all his strength.

That group of black men was badly injured, but two of them were already struggling to get up.

Zong Zi Xiao sat down on the ground and looked at his big brother with a face full of tears but refused to go.

"Go!" Zong Zi Heng's whole body was covered in blood. His expression was grim and desperate like a dying beast.

Zong Zi Xiao bit his lips until blood oozed out. He wiped away his tears, got up from the ground, forced the door open, and rushed out.

Zong Zi Heng blocked the door and said viciously, "If you...want my golden core, then... let my younger brother go, or else..." He put his sword against his neck. "Your efforts will be wasted."

Sure enough, the man in black paused in his footsteps: "Alright then. You shall dig out the golden core yourself. The Little Highness's golden core can't be compared to Your Highness's. Breaking through the seventh Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword at such a young age, I cannot keep you alive."

Zong Zi Heng felt the golden core in his body. When his spiritual energy was abundant, it was like a surging spiritual lake. From the formation of the core till now, not only was it the condensed crystal of his lifelong cultivation, but it was also like a source of vitality. A cultivator who lost his golden core was no different from a dead person.

Zong Zi Heng closed his eyes and covered his dantian with his bloody hands.

How can I let you fall into the wrong hands?

Suddenly, a sword flew in from outside the window, heading straight to the support beam.

The wooden beam, which was already damaged by Zong Zi Heng's sword energy, could no longer withstand the blow and broke with a loud bang.

As soon as one was broken, the other one had difficulty bearing the weight on its own, and the whole inn collapsed in a rumble.

Zong Zi Heng was just beside the door, and he did all he could to escape. A few screams came from behind him.

He toppled onto the ground. He saw the bricks and stones that were falling towards his head, yet he had no more energy to dodge.

A small hand suddenly yanked him and dragged him far away.