Chapter 234 - 126: Master, Save Me
Chapter 234: Chapter 126: Master, Save Me
"Perhaps you think me a fool, Daoist, but you don’t understand Prince Xue. Even if I don’t like him, I must admit he is a man of immense loyalty and honor. Otherwise, as a mere son of a royal concubine, he never could have won the allegiance of three thousand retainers..."
"Even if it means death, he will not come. He will not trade his own life for the lives of his three thousand retainers."
"To be honest."
"I even hope that Prince Xue abandons his three thousand retainers to save himself today."
"If that were to happen,"
"Prince Xue would live, but from that day forward, he would be nothing special."
Crown Prince Yi explained.
In response, the White-clothed Daoist scoffed.
However, as if to prove Prince Xue’s charisma, many among the three thousand retainers began to roar in anger.
"Your Highness, do not come!"
"You think you can force His Highness to show himself? Dream on!"
More than a third of the three thousand retainers forced themselves to their feet. Roaring, they charged the patrolling Forbidden Army Saber Soldiers, intending to kill themselves. They hoped their suicides would remove the threat to Prince Xue, allowing him to escape.
’If this Prince Xue isn’t a man of the utmost integrity, then he must be a villain of the foulest sort...’
Even the White-clothed Daoist, who regarded the secular Royal Race as nothing more than ants, couldn’t help but rise to his feet. He glanced to the side, astonished by the scene.
But soon, his expression changed, twisting into a cold sneer.
"Heh."
"My aura is right here for all to feel, completely unconcealed..."
"And someone still actually dares to come here and throw their life away trying to help Prince Xue!"
"They have far too little respect for me."
In the distance, a figure in a Muddy World Profound Robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella, slowly approached.
’It’s him?’
Crown Prince Yi recognized Su Chen.
After all, he had only survived Prince Xue’s assassination attempt thanks to Su Chen, this prodigy of the Human World who had achieved Nine Innate Life-taking Times.
"He’s a Nine Lives Prodigy! You cannot be careless, Daoist."
Crown Prince Yi’s heart tightened as he issued the hasty warning.
"Oh?"
"Nine Innate Life-taking Times."
"Heh."
"It’s only Mortal Cultivation."
"At best, he’s killed some Independent Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment level, who are no better than stray dogs. Only ignorant fools like you would be impressed and call him a Heavenly Human. You think he can kill me? A Daoist of the Profound Celestial Sect at the Second Foundation Establishment? He doesn’t know his own limits."
The White-clothed Daoist still looked utterly dismissive.
Still, this was an expert at the Innate Realm who had achieved Nine Times Life-taking.
He held out his hand, and in his palm, a Pocket-sized Sword spun.
The moment this Pocket-sized Sword appeared, a fierce wind filled the sky. Everyone present, from the three thousand retainers to the armored Imperial Guard, felt their breath catch. Under the terrifying pressure of the Pocket-sized Sword, they could barely breathe.
"Hahaha!"
"You know, I’ve never killed an Innate Nine Lives Prodigy before."
"You’re in luck, boy! I’ll let you have a taste of my refined Sword Pill..."
"Flying Sword!"
"Go!"
Instantly, the wind howled. A silver light, like a bolt of lightning, streaked through the air, leaving an arcing afterimage as it slashed toward Su Chen.
The sword strike was terrifying to the extreme.
’A Sword Pill?’
’It must be one of the Profound Celestial Sect’s secret arts.’
At that moment, facing the Sword Pill, Su Chen felt the first stirrings of insight into his fourth sword art—a technique that had eluded him until now.
’In that case,’
’he had to give this Daoist something in return.’
"You’ve given me some pointers."
"So let me give you one in return."
"That’s not how you use a Sword Pill..."
At that moment, Su Chen stepped forward to meet the terrifying silver light. The last three Dragon Patterns on his robes emerged in unison, Devouring the silver gleam with a deafening ROAR. In the end, the Sword Pill spun in Su Chen’s palm, reverting to its Pocket-sized Sword form.
"What?!"
The White-clothed Daoist’s face was a mask of horror. He rubbed his eyes, looking on in utter disbelief.
’This man... a mere practitioner of Mortal Cultivation... actually snatched his Sword Pill?’
’Could a Cultiv be this powerful?’
"Give it back!"
The White-clothed Daoist was enraged. He leaped from the high platform, his hands forming seals as he prepared to cast a Magic technique to suppress Su Chen.
"Alright."
"You can have it back."
Su Chen nodded.
’Giving it back so easily?’
"Hm?!" The White-clothed Daoist vaguely sensed something was wrong. In the next instant, his eyes widened in terror. Forgetting his hand seals, he began waving his hands frantically.
"I don’t want it!"
"It’s yours! Take it back, take it back...!"
In response, Su Chen uttered a single word.
"Go!"
In an instant, the terrifying silver light flared, expanding several times over. It transformed into a colossal sword shadow that slashed down toward the Beheading Platform, Crown Prince Yi on the high platform, and the White-clothed Daoist all at once.
’How is this possible!’
’He’s using the same technique to control the Sword Pill! How can he be this powerful?!’
"No!"
The White-clothed Daoist, utterly terrified, opened his mouth to unleash his ultimate technique.
"Mas! Ter! Save! Me!"