Chapter 63 Meridian Destroying Palm (1/2)
At Wu Nanxun’s command, the two middle-aged men behind him answered in unison, “Yes, Young Master!” with a serious look in their eyes.
They sprang into action together.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
As level-five adepts of Qi-gathering of the grand Wu family, they both practiced the lesser-grade swiftness technique of the Wu family, and they moved lightly and fluidly like shadows.
Ching! Ching!
When they had advanced halfway, they drew the swords sheathed at their waists almost simultaneously and charged towards Zhou Donghuang with their swords raised, the keen edges of their swords gleaming coldly.
In the country of Yunyang, there were differences between the lesser-grade offensive techniques.
For example, sword techniques and other weapon techniques, compared to fist techniques and palm techniques, were far more valuable.
Preeminent families could petition the royal family for the latter. However, only grand families could petition the royal family for the former.
The great majority of preeminent families in Yunfeng prefecture, including the governing Zhao family, did not have any lesser-grade offensive techniques that utilized weapons.
Of course, between offensive techniques of the same level, those that utilized weapons were naturally much more powerful than other kinds of offensive techniques.
If not, why would some adepts spend so much effort in obtaining a weapon that suited them best?
Swoosh!!
Faced with the ferocious advance of the two level-five adepts, Zhou Donghuang used the Star-Stepping Footwork and met them calmly.
Huff! Huff!
Zhou Donghuang’s hands became claws, demonstrating the third-grade technique Stonebreaking Fingers for the first time in a long while. His ten clawed fingers became hard as stone, grabbing for the swords of the two men on his left and right.
Because the two men were using all their strength, they were not able to draw their swords back from Zhou Donghuang’s grip.
That morning, Zhou Donghuang’s level of practice had advanced to level-five of Qi-gathering, and with only his qi, he was able to exert the strength of five bulls…
Together with his maximum muscular strength, his total strength exceeded that of an ordinary level-six adept of Qi-gathering.
With his current strength, and demonstrating a third-grade technique, he could easily defeat any level-five adept in the country of Yunyang.
“Let go!”
As Zhou Donghuang commanded casually, he jerked his arms violently, splitting the two men’s hands between their thumb and index finger. Blood spurted out, and he wrested the swords from their hands.
Swoosh!!
With a sword in each hand, Zhou Donghuang sped up his steps, moving like lightning through the space between the two men.
Pu-chi! Pu-chi!
Zhou Donghuang gripped the handles of the two swords and swept them across the throats of the two men, making a gentle sound as their throats spurted blood like a fountain.
“Ahhhhhhh!!Ahhh!!”
“Hak~~Hakk hakk~~”
The two middle-aged men frantically grabbed at their throats in an attempt to stop the flow of blood, but it was useless, and they soon fell in a pool of their own blood with a thud.
Ching! Ching!
The two swords fell to the ground, their handles covered in blood, completely startling the gathered crowd.
It had all happened in the blink of an eye, too fast for anyone in the crowd to comprehend just how fast Zhou Donghuang had been.
As they came to their senses with a start, they saw the two men from the governing Wu family of Guangling prefecture lying in a pool of their own blood, completely lifeless.
And Zhou Donghuang was somehow already standing close to Wu Nanxun and Li Caiyun.
Zhou Donghuang stood straight with his hands clasped behind his back, his white robe fluttering in the wind, with not a single drop of blood on him, his robe white as snow and without a speck of dust.
If they had not witnessed it with their own eyes, no one would have dared to believe that this was the work of Zhou Donghuang. Looking at him, it seemed as if he had strolled over not just slaughtered three men.
“Those two men… are they really level-five adepts?”
“If they really are level-five adepts… then isn’t this Zhou Donghuang truly fearsome?”
The gathered crowd looked once more at Zhou Donghuang with shock and dread.
Just a moment ago, they were still thinking that Zhou Donghuang was probably no match for the two men, but in the blink of an eye, Zhou Donghuang had killed them in just one exchange.
“It’s a pity… you didn’t treasure the chance I gave you.”
Zhou Donghuang looked at Wu Nanxun with a casual smile.
Now, Wu Nanxun looked again at Zhou Donghuang with an expression full of dread as though he had seen a ghost.
No one present knew better than him just how powerful the two middle-aged men with him had been.
Those two men were somewhere in the middle in terms of ability among the more than twenty level-five adepts of the Wu family.
But two such people attacking together had been killed by Zhou Donghuang instead. Moreover, they had been killed in a single exchange.
This Zhou Donghuang, even if he is not a level-six adept, he is at least at the peak of level-five!
Wu Nanxun’s heart trembled. Was this really a youth who was only seventeen years old?