Repugnant Gateway 3

by Zhi Bai

  Su Feilun said: "What a pity, that Iron Pear Tree at the cliff wasn't your magic tool in the end. If General Wang Kaitai used it, I probably wouldn't have been able to withstand this blow. However, you are not familiar with that bow, and you are not familiar with this move either. Furthermore, your attack after that was perfectly timed. If I had been a bit slower, you would have already won. "

  An Zheng looked at him calmly and did not interrupt.

  Su Feilun continued to speak: "I had thought that you wouldn't have that kind of strength, so I had always felt that, in the Martial Arts Academy, my only opponent was Nie Qing. "Now it seems that I was wrong. Although you were just a bit slower, it's still admirable."

  He lifted his finger and pointed at An Zheng's chest. An Zheng lowered his head and realized that his clothes had a hole on his chest.

  An Zheng laughed: "It's amazing that you were able to stab me again."

  After saying that, he turned around and left without saying another word.

  The official who had been watching the entire time cleared his throat and said: "An Zheng wins!"

  Su Feilun's face changed: Why?!

  That fat official fumbled around for a small mirror and handed it to Su Feilun. Puzzled, Su Feilun took the small mirror and looked at it, then his expression changed greatly. With a "pa" sound, he crushed the mirror.

  On his forehead, there was a single word … Ann.

  He stabbed his sword, but An Zheng wrote a sentence, who was better and who was worse, everything was clear to see.

  Chapter 205 - The Power I Lend You Lend Me

  Even Su Feilun himself didn't know when the word was written on his forehead, but why didn't he notice it at all? Logically speaking, how could an expert at this level not feel someone writing on his forehead?

  And in reality, that An Zheng's' An 'character was not written by An Zheng at all, but rather shaken.

  As the dust filled the air, An Zheng shook an 'An' character that was written in midair out, and the dust pressed onto Su Feilun's forehead. Although it was not written line by line on Su Feilun's forehead, but it was a little better than Su Feilun's sword. After all, the speed at which An Zheng wrote a single word was slightly faster than when he stabbed out with his sword.

  The crowd fell silent, as if the world had suddenly turned silent.

  Soon after, there was a burst of noise, as if the sea had rushed into the house and smashed everything into pieces, creating a series of 'peng peng' sounds. The excited people began to get restless, not knowing how to find their outlet. They were gradually going crazy, because this battle was perhaps the most exciting and unforgettable battle they had ever seen in their lives.

  Su Feilun calmly left the desolate back view.

  As the two walked with their backs facing each other, this scene would inevitably become an eternal classic.

  The fat, chubby, and even somewhat clumsy official from the Department of Rites looked at An Zheng's back and sneered: "Even if we win this time, it doesn't mean that he went all out."

  An Zheng shrugged his shoulders. "Who isn't?"

  The official from the Ministry of Rites shook his head. "How arrogant. There's no saving him."

  An Zheng suddenly turned around. "Who exactly are you?"

  That fellow actually grinned: "I said before, you will see me at Grand Autumn Ceremony."

  An Zheng said: "Sure enough, it's you."

  The fat man turned around and no longer looked at him, shouting loudly, "Everyone be quiet, the competition is not over yet." "All of you, quiet down a bit. I will continue to draw out opponents for the Kui battle. This is only the first round. Do you think it's over?"

  Only then did everyone come to their senses. This was only the first round. An Zheng had defeated Su Feilun, but he had not yet obtained the top scholar position.

  An Zheng turned to look at the Tiantong Palace, thinking that he did not know if Nie Qing and Feng Xiuyang had finished their battle. The place that the two of them chose to fight was at the summit of Tiantong Palace. In order to take action, they did not want to stay in a place with too many people at all. That battle was definitely even more dangerous than the one between him and Su Feilun.

  An Zheng walked on the potholed ground with a shallow kick. Only now did he realize that he and Su Feilun had already shattered this plaza.

  Just as the fat official was selecting his opponents, a commotion suddenly broke out in the north side of the Tiantong Palace, near the South Gate City Tower. An Zheng looked over, and saw at least a dozen ordinary citizens rushing towards the city gate tower, clearly attacking Swallow King.

  On the city wall, the imperial guards were engaged in a fierce battle with the assassins. No one would have thought that there would actually be someone who dared to take advantage of this time to assassinate Swallow King.

  However, An Zheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the city gate tower, and then like an arrow shot out, he pounced towards that direction.

  By the time he reached the bottom of the city gate tower, at least three soldiers had already been killed.

  Indeed!

  Assassinating the Swallow King was just a pretense, with the strength of those people, it was impossible to kill the Swallow King. Everyone was rushing towards the Swallow King. Who would care about these military officials who were already prisoners? Even though Mu Changyan had arranged for people to protect these soldiers, when the Swallow King was attacked, these people did not even have the mood to look after the soldiers. They immediately rushed towards the assassins.

  An Zheng sighed in his heart, the other party was merely attacking from the east to the west, not only had they killed a lot of soldiers, they had also forced out a lot of the Swallow King's hidden strength.

  An assassin raised his long blade and slashed at Chen Zaiyan's neck, "Master Chen, don't blame me. When you die, find whoever you want to find.

  The blade descended quickly and went straight for Chen Zaiyan's neck.

  Dang!

  A rock shot over and struck the blade, knocking it away. The long blade hacked downwards, and with a bang, it chopped apart a piece of limestone on Chen Zaiyan's back.

  The man was startled, and immediately raised his blade to slash at Chen Zaiyan, but An Zheng was already there.

  An Zheng threw a punch across the air, causing the air to explode behind the assassin's back. Under the immense force, the assassin was pushed forward. When he struggled to get up, An Zheng kicked him on his shoulder. The assassin's knee involuntarily went completely limp, and with a bang, he kneeled on the ground, kneeling on the stone floor until it shattered into pieces.

  An Zheng's knee quickly followed, colliding directly into the assassin's temple, causing the assassin's eyeballs to bulge out in an instant, and his head to slant to the side.

  An Zheng rushed back and picked up a long blade from the ground. He slashed towards Chen Zaiyan. With a "pa" sound, the iron chains on Chen Zaiyan's hands and feet were severed. He pulled Chen Zaiyan and retreated, but there were at least a dozen assassins approaching them.

  "Kid!"

  A masked assassin gloomily said, "This has nothing to do with you. You should know that with your own strength, you won't be able to stop us. "It's just a waste of your life. Those who know what's good for themselves, it's better that you step aside."

  An Zheng raised his blade: "Come in and tell me."

  That assassin said coldly: "You chose this yourself. Did you really think that you would be invincible in this world just because you won against Su Feilun? You young people who haven't even grown up yet, you really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. "

  Chen Zaiyan dragged An Zheng from the back: "Quickly go, this person is too strong."

  An Zheng looked to the side and realized that not all of the guards had left. The young cultivators that Mu Changyan had secretly trained had a tacit understanding with each other. Some of them left to save the Swallow King, while others stayed beh
ind. These young cultivators were all lying on the ground, decapitated.

  It was because of them that these assassins couldn't kill Chen Zaiyan and the others.

  An Zheng took a deep breath, "Let's talk after we fight."

  When he was fighting with Su Feilun just now, he used up a lot of Cultivation Power s. As he was speaking, he grabbed a handful of pills from the Blood Pearl Bracelet's storage space and stuffed them in.

  The Assassin leader waved his hand. "Kill them!"

  Over a dozen assassins attacked at the same time. Surprisingly, none of them were weak. An Zheng knew that the Empress Dowager Su would definitely spare no effort to get rid of Chen Zaiyan and the others, but he never thought that among these assassins, any one of them would have the strength of a Sumeru Stage, and their rankings were not low either.

  An Zheng had to deal with more than a dozen of them by himself, and after a while, he started to look somewhat miserable. If these people were to talk about realms only, they were all higher than An Zheng. If it was anyone else, they would have already been chopped into pieces. Even An Zheng was only able to hold on for a little longer, and his strength decreased yet again.

  Dozens of people who were stronger than him besieged him one at a time. He was able to receive all of his opponent's attacking moves, which was equivalent to spending ten times more than his opponent's Cultivation Power, and this kind of usage was practically leaking out. The replenishment from the pills only lasted for a short while before it was empty again.

  An Zheng clenched his teeth and persevered, then summoned his four Holy Fish Scale s to surround Chen Zaiyan: "If you can run, then run."

  Chen Zaiyan knew that he was dragging An Zheng down, but how could he possibly escape? As long as he left An Zheng's range, he would be chopped into pieces in an instant.

  An Zheng painfully endured as he thought in his heart. If there really was no other way, then he could only use the Depressing Sword that Xu Meidai left for her. However, once this thing appeared, it was unknown how many experts were secretly watching it. Even if they could hide it no matter how hard they tried, they wouldn't be able to. That was a Purple-Rank Divine Artifact that could bring about a calamity to the people of Heavenly Awakening Sect.

  With An Zheng's current strength, exposing one Purple-Rank Divine Artifact was equivalent to a little child carrying a large gold ingot and making a name for himself in the streets. Even if no one tried to openly steal it, it would attract the attention of god knows how many people.

  With a pfft sound, An Zheng's chest was cut open by a blade qi, and a gash appeared on his clothes. His body also had a long cut, and blood also instantly flowed out.

  Chen Zaiyan said loudly, "An Zheng, you go first. I am definitely going to die, but this country still needs young people like you. In the future, the great swallow's revival will all depend on you! "

  An Zheng: "Shut your f * cking mouth and wait obediently at the back!"

  Chen Zaiyan opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not know what to say.

  An Zheng fought as he retreated, and very soon, he was at the bottom of the city wall. Once he and Chen Zaiyan retreated to the city walls, they would not be able to hold on for long. An Zheng held onto his long blade with one hand and summoned his Depressing Sword with the other.

  The dozen or so people surrounding and attacking him were becoming more and more violent. So many people surrounding and attacking a youth, yet they still could not take him down after such a long time. They were already furious. More and more powerful attacks came from all directions, and in an instant, An Zheng's body had more wounds all over, all of them deep enough to see bone.

  An Zheng sighed in his heart. It seems like the number of Swallow King's subordinates were truly pitifully few, and he had persisted for so long without anyone coming to help him. Maybe they really wanted to take the chance to kill Mu Changyan. Just at this critical moment, An Zheng actually thought of a reason why Feng Xiuyang wanted to take Nie Qing away … So all of this had been planned.

  The person who lured Nie Qing away, was another one less to protect Chen Zaiyan. Maybe An Zheng was not within their range in the first place, because An Zheng did not display a strength comparable to Su Feilun and the others previously.

  If those people knew that An Zheng was so strong, they would have thought of a way to kill him or lure him away. Then, An Zheng couldn't help but think that Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's battle was drawn by that fat Ministry of Rites' official, and that guy was obviously Chen Shaobai in disguise. Could it be that Chen Shaobai had something to do with the assassination attempt on and the others?

  As his mind was filled with all these thoughts, An Zheng's hands were not idle either. However, the opponent's attack was like a surging tide, causing An Zheng to be injured at least a dozen times, with blood flowing profusely.

  Just as he was about to release the powerful sword intent from the Depressing Sword, his wrist suddenly hurt … It was as if something had pierced his skin, and then, An Zheng realized that it was a Blood Pearl Bracelet.

  Faintly, An Zheng seemed to hear a voice that appeared in his mind.

  "So troublesome …" Initially, I chose you because I saw that you were hot-blooded. I hope that you can help me recover. Furthermore, I have already given you a present as a token of gratitude … "But why do you like to cause trouble? Can't you just cultivate properly and grow up properly? You must involve in these random things."

  "If it wasn't for you dying, I wouldn't feel so good. I wouldn't even care about you …" Take it and return the power that you have helped me recover these few years to you temporarily. It is only temporary, enjoy it properly. You probably don't even know how much you have accumulated here … "

  The voice was intermittent, as though it was ringing in An Zheng's mind, but he could not catch it. Then, An Zheng heard a low creaking sound as the huge bronze door opened yet again.

  Chapter 206 - Fist Life

  Who was speaking?

  An Zheng was at a loss for a moment, then he was forced back into reality by the desperate situation in front of him. Under the siege of over ten Sumeru Stage Rankers with higher cultivation realms than him, it was already considered a miracle that he did not use the Depressing Sword that Xu Meidai had left for her to persevere until now. If it was anyone else, who knew how many times they would have died. These assassins were all good at killing. Different from the Sumeru Stage Rankers that cultivated in sects, these assassins did not attack to win, nor did they cultivate to pursue some great Dao. Their goal was to kill.

  Thus, if cultivators of the same level were to fight against these assassins, they would most likely be killed. Ordinary cultivators wouldn't have killed so many people to temper their killing techniques. However, these assassins were different, and the reason they cultivated was to kill others. They knew the human body better than most cultivators, and were even more ruthless than most cultivators.

  These people were the death warriors of the Empress Dowager Su.

  Every superior, even though they were very strict with their families, was always the most generous reward to the deathsworn that they had raised. Because only in this way would the Death Soldiers be of the greatest use in this crucial moment. No matter what kind of person Empress Dowager Su was, she knew how to use these Death Soldiers better than most people. Just like the first batch of death warriors who had charged up the Southern Gate City Hall just now, their fates were already decided. Even if Mu Changyan was only a puppet, experts were still flying around like the clouds.

  In order to lure Mu Changyan's guards over, those Death Soldiers rushed over even though they knew they would die if they did so. Of course, it was not only because the Empress Dowager Su was giving them a generous reward, but also because they had certain life veins in their hands, such as their families.

  The dozen or so assassins who surrounded An Zheng were already in control of the victory. Honestly speaking, they did not believe that An Zheng could endure for so
long before they made a move.

  The leader of the assassins had anger in his eyes, "Finish it quickly, the Tiantong Palace's guards will pounce on us in a moment. If we cannot do what the higher-ups have told us, we will die."

  At the order, the killers began to press the attack.

  At this moment, every single one of them faintly heard the sound of a huge bronze door being dragged open with all its might. A few people even subconsciously looked around to find the source of the voice. No matter what, they never would have thought that the voice came from An Zheng's Dantian Qi Sea.

  The door opened.

  Although he had only opened it by a small amount, how terrifying of a power would it be to the many years of accumulation An Zheng had within the Heaven Defying Seal? The power that the corpse borrowed was returned back into An Zheng's body. At this moment, the Blood Pearl Bracelet on An Zheng's right wrist shone brightly!

  At this moment, that An Zheng somewhat familiar voice sounded once again.

  You have been cultivating for almost five years and you don't even have a powerful cultivation technique that is exclusive to you. Miscellaneous and impure, do you still not understand this logic? You should know very well that no matter how magical the techniques in your memories are, they are not exclusive to you. Those cultivation techniques are all over the place, and it has actually affected your concentration … Young man, what you have cultivated is not only everything you have inherited from your ancestors, but also something you have created. Only those who knew how to create things were truly strong.

  The voice stopped abruptly and did not appear again.

  However, those words were like a clap of thunder in An Zheng's mind.

  That's right … When he had risen to the first seat of the Great Western Ming Fa Si in his previous life, all of his power had also been inherited from his senior. An Zheng suddenly understood why in his previous life, he could not break through again after reaching the peak of the Lower Celestial Stage. Deep down, there was always a voice telling him that he could not surpass his predecessors. But in fact, which of those peerless experts in history who had truly left their own name was not the creator?