bdsm-fiction Chapter 65 Wang Chongyang Appears
Chapter 65 Wang Chongyang Appears
Zhao Yu's words did not intimidate the man. Seeing that Zhao Yu was the only one in the alley, and remembering that he had been practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique for more than two months, the panic in his heart subsided a little.
Gripping his longsword tightly, the man straightened his back slightly, exuding a fierce yet cowardly air: "I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's kindness and will never forget it."
"But what Your Majesty is about to do is a matter of exterminating nine generations of your family. I am just an ordinary person who only wants to live peacefully. I dare not get involved in such a head-risking matter."
"If Your Majesty would spare my life, I will be forever grateful for your kindness, praying for you day and night, and I will never utter a word of this to anyone! If Your Majesty does not..."
He slightly raised his longsword, the tip pointing at Zhao Yu, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Then don't blame me for being rude!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but shake his head, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
These eunuchs truly fear power but have no sense of virtue.
You think you can fly after practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique for two months? You even dare to challenge him?
That's right. These people have never seen Zhao Yu make a move. Zhao Yu has only given them pointers, but he has never shown his martial arts skills to them.
According to common sense, given Zhao Yu's status and position, even if he knew martial arts, it certainly wouldn't be too advanced.
After all, they were royalty; how many of them could endure the hardships of martial arts training?
"Now that you know all of my plans, do you think I will let you go?" Zhao Yu said calmly.
"That's not up to Your Majesty!" A ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes. "Your Majesty's martial arts may be formidable, but I am no longer the helpless weakling I was two months ago. If Your Majesty insists on forcing me, then let it be a fight to the death!"
"A fight to the death? You dare to challenge me?" Zhao Yu sneered. "You think you can escape with your worthless fish?"
As soon as Zhao Yu finished speaking, the person opposite him knew that there was no way to end things peacefully, so he immediately leaped up, and the long sword in his hand turned into a cold light, stabbing towards Zhao Yu.
People like them are ruthless and quick to take action.
The swordplay was indeed quite sharp, and the speed wasn't slow either, but in Zhao Yu's eyes, it was utterly insignificant.
Not to mention that Zhao Yu's senses were sharpened after merging with another version of himself, even before the fusion, his martial arts skills were enough to kill that person on the spot, so he wouldn't care about his struggles.
Zhao Yu sneered and didn't bother to waste words with him.
With a light tap of his toes on the ground, three identical figures instantly appeared on the spot, attacking the person simultaneously.
Under the cover of night, the three figures were so real that it was impossible to tell which was the real body and which was a phantom.
The man was stunned for a moment upon seeing this, his eyes widened, and his mind went blank.
Although these people had practiced the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, they were ultimately just ordinary people from the lower classes.
They may be ruthless, but they lack experience and knowledge.
Not to mention having seen such top-notch lightness skills, he had barely experienced any serious martial arts battles, and his experience in life-or-death combat was almost zero.
Startled by Zhao Yu's sudden movement, he panicked instantly, his sword strike froze, and he had no idea where to thrust.
No matter how fast the sword technique, without a target, it's all for naught.
In the instant he was stunned, the three phantoms merged into one, and Zhao Yu's true form appeared in front of him.
Before he could react, Zhao Yu raised his right hand and pressed it directly onto the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.
"Spare...spare my life!" The man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he let out a desperate roar, thrusting his long sword at Zhao Yu like a madman.
But it was too late.
Zhao Yu's palm was more than ten times faster than his sword.
The Northern Darkness True Qi was suddenly activated, and a domineering internal force instantly surged into the opponent's meridians, heading straight for the Niwan Palace.
The man's roar abruptly ceased, his pupils dilated instantly, the long sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and his body slumped to the ground.
He died on the spot before he could even catch his last breath.
Zhao Yu withdrew his hand and casually wiped the dust off his hands on his clothes.
Then, without even lifting his eyelids, he said indifferently, "Your movements are faster than mine. In the past few months, your Innate Skill has improved again. Wang Chongyang is indeed worthy of being called Wang Chongyang."
"Hehe, Your Highness is joking."
A gentle, somewhat familiar voice came from the eaves above the alley.
Zhao Yu slowly raised his head and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest in a blue robe standing on the eaves. He had a handsome face and three long wisps of beard hanging down his chest. He was none other than Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School.
At his feet, there was a swordsman who had been acupunctured and was paralyzed on the roof, his face full of terror, unable to move.
He was clearly someone who wanted to desert his post.
Wang Chongyang landed in front of Zhao Yu, looked at the corpse on the ground, shook his head helplessly, and bowed to Zhao Yu: "Your Highness, it has been several months since we last met. How have you been?"
"I'm fine. It's kind of you, Master Wang, to make this special trip." Zhao Yu chuckled, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and looked down at the person at his feet who had been acupunctured.
Zhao Yu's large commotion in Lin'an might have fooled the civilians and imperial guards who didn't know martial arts, but it certainly wouldn't have escaped the notice of a top expert like Wang Chongyang.
As early as when the Huashan Sword Tournament ended, Zhao Yu invited them to meet in Lin'an in the spring.
Now it seems that Wang Chongyang did indeed come, and he had been hiding in the shadows, observing everything.
"What Your Highness is about to do is a monumental undertaking that will change the world; how could this humble Taoist not come to see it?"
Wang Chongyang sighed, his gaze falling once more on the corpses on the ground, his tone tinged with pity: "Your Highness, since they didn't want to kill, why must you be so ruthless? Wouldn't it be better to spare them this time, and then set them free tomorrow after things have settled?"
In his view, these people were already pitiful, and it was already difficult enough for them to castrate themselves to survive.
They are merely cowardly in the face of battle and want to escape; their crime does not warrant death, so there is no need to kill them outright.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu let out a cold laugh: "Master Wang is indeed compassionate, but they ate my food, lived in my house, and learned my unparalleled martial arts. When they knelt before me, vowing to go through fire and water for me, why didn't they say they didn't want to get involved?"
"Now that things have come to this, and they know my entire plan, they think they can just walk away? They're not going to get away with it so easily!"
"They know what I'm going to do. If I let them go today, my plan might spread throughout Lin'an City in the next moment. When Shi Miyuan and the others are on guard, even more people will die."
Zhao Yu looked directly at Wang Chongyang: "What use is there in keeping such a traitorous wretch around?"
"Your Highness..." Wang Chongyang wanted to persuade him again.
But Zhao Yu was too lazy to listen anymore. He looked up at the person at his feet who had been acupunctured, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Since Master Wang is unwilling to take action, then let me clean up his own house."