Chapter 1018 – Miscellaneous Freeloaders, a Willingness to Pay Five Hundred Years (1/2)
Chapter 1018 – Miscellaneous Freeloaders, a Willingness to Pay Five Hundred Years
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Xiang Qiu did not notice the blind zither player.
More accurately, he did not see the blind zither player.
This blind zither player was simply too inconspicuous.
But it was also because the archbishop standing before him was too striking.
The lines on this archbishop's face seemed to be carved from stone, and every one of its elegant features exuded an icy chill.
”Linghai Zhiwang! What are you planning?”
Xiang Qiu's gaze swept over those Orthodoxy experts standing outside the courtyard, the look in his eyes becoming razor-sharp, a cruel and bloodthirsty aura in their depths.
Linghai Zhiwang dispassionately said, ”By divine edict, no one is allowed to enter or exit this courtyard. Those in defiance will be killed.”
Yes, no matter who won between the White Emperor and Madam Mu, neither would touch the young Demon Lord.
This large courtyard was truly the safest place in White Emperor City today.
But the Xiang clan leader and the Demon Lord had forgotten one thing.
There were still many human experts in White Emperor City today.
No matter who won between the White Emperor and Madam Mu, these human experts dearly wished to kill the young Demon Lord.
Xiang Qiu still did not understand this reasoning, and he sternly said, ”All of you should clearly understand that he is my Xiang clan's guest.”
Linghai Zhiwang's expression remained impassive. He had no intention to yield.
Xiang Qiu shouted, ”Do you want to die!”
After saying this, he led his subordinates in a charge.
And then, he died.
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Xiang Qiu was truly the strongest member of the Xiang clan in his generation. Both his cultivation level and techniques were extremely formidable.
His subordinates were also the elite experts of the Xiang clan.
But standing outside the courtyard were Linghai Zhiwang, Daoist Siyuan, Archbishop An Lin, and Hu Thirty-Two.
In other words, he was facing a greater part of the Li Palace, leaving him with zero chance of victory.
Of course, if his opponents were just the Prefects of the Orthodoxy, perhaps he would not have lost so quickly, and even if he lost, he would not have died so quickly.
The problem was that Linghai Zhiwang and the other Prefects had not even moved. Their attention was focused completely on the courtyard.
Xiang Qiu and the Xiang clan experts were confronting a group of miscellaneous freeloaders.
These were seven peddlers, six government laborers, three fortune-tellers, two elders selling sesame candy, and one girl buying cosmetic powder.
Even though these people clearly came from Wenshui City and were probably experts from the Tang clan, this sort of arrangement could easily be taken for a group of miscellaneous freeloaders.
Ten-some berserk demi-human energies soared to the sky!
There was a crisp clattering—not the iron hoops on the gate clanking in the wind, but the copper coins in the seven peddlers' hands striking the ground.
The copper coins rolled around the ground, moving in accord with the laws of the world to naturally form an array.
Two fortune-tellers stood in the eye of the array. As they watched those demi-human experts lunge through the air, they rolled their eyes.
This was not an expression of disdain, but a sign of their extremely fast calculation speeds.
The six government laborers expressionlessly stepped forward, their hands raised to meet them.
Six cudgels decided life and death and when they poked out of the clouds, they intended to smash everything before them into the Netherworld.
Even more frightening were the chains wrapped around the six cudgels. They seemed capable of binding all living souls.
The clash of violent Qis created countless bizarre sights and terrifying whorls in space on the street in front of the courtyard.
At this moment, the two sesame-candy-selling elders took one step forward. They raised the fronts of their robes to their waists, then very casually and unremarkably punched.
Their two fists exploded with light, driving away the winds from the Red River. Like two blazing suns, they hungered to devour everything in flames.
And then, cosmetic powder, like peach blossoms, or plum blossoms, in red and in white, enveloped the scene.
Finally, there was a mournful note of a zither, like the weeping of the snow, like a final farewell.
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