Chapter 945.
This person, it couldn’t be that he was possessed by an extra-terrestrial heavenly demon, could it?
A bizarre thought surfaced in Qin Qingxuan’s mind – otherwise there was no way to explain Wang Chen’s abnormality.
However, under the heavens, the ones who were most guarded against evil demons were the Blood Clothes Guards, and if Wang Chen, as a Blood Clothes Guards Hundred, was possessed by an evil demon, it would truly be a great joke!
Qin Qingxuan could only think that the previous Wang Dust had hidden himself too deeply, and it was only now that he had blossomed into his true light.
She was not discouraged by the setbacks she had suffered, and her determination to pull in Wang Chen had instead become stronger and more persistent!
Such a talent would be wasted as a mere precursor to the king, and would be more suited to serve as an aide to the Son of Heaven’s Destiny.
“That’s right.”
Qin Qingxuan smiled, “If my concubine wasn’t wrong, the experts of the Subterranean Dragon Society are waiting for you on the road ahead.”
“Concubine would like to accompany the king on his journey and persuade the other party to give up the assassination bounty against Your Excellency, and I believe that the Subterranean Dragon Society will give the Rainflower Sword Ceremony a few moments of face and end this entanglement!”
She raised her head, her eyes flashing with a heart-stopping splendor, displaying a strong confidence.
To be honest, Wang Dust even had the feeling of being momentarily stunned!
“Thanks.”
Wang Dust suppressed a ripple that had risen within his heart and shook his head as he replied, “The paths are different, Miss Qin’s kindness is appreciated, it’s nothing more than just another battle.”
Qin Qingxuan was stunned, “Brother Wang, you must not underestimate the strength of the Subterranean Dragon Society, this is their last assassination, and the ones they will send will inevitably be true Martial Sect powerhouses.”
The signboard of the Subterranean Dragon Society had been erected with success after success, and would never be easily smashed!
Even Qin Qingxuan herself was not one hundred percent sure that she could convince the experts of the Subterranean Dragon Society.
Wang Chen smiled indifferently, “We’ll see.”
Qin Qingxuan was once again speechless.
This stunning beauty realized that Wang Chen’s will was as solid as a rock, and could never be shaken by her own words.
And the words she had said earlier were basically equal to nothing!
A sense of powerlessness instantly surged through her heart as Qin Qingxuan closed her eyes and let out a light sigh before saying, “Brother Wang, you, like so many of the world, have misunderstood the Rebel Party too much, and you should know that our common arch-enemy is the Devil.”
“The upper and lower echelons of this Da Liang court have long been rotten, I don’t know how many dignitaries have been infested with demonic thoughts, and are greedy and depraved to brutalize the people, if we don’t remove this carrion, our human race will face a great holocaust!”
“That’s all Qingxuan has to say, I would like to wish brother Wang a safe journey and good fortune!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she stood up long and swept out of the rain pavilion with her long sword in hand.
At the moment she disappeared into the roiling wind and rain, this stunning beauty suddenly turned her head and gave Wang Chen a deep look.
There was endless regret and regret in her eyes.
In the next moment, Qin Qingxuan disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint fragrance in the pavilion.
“Heh!”
Wang Chen exhaled and stroked his chin thoughtfully.
He hadn’t expected that he would enter the midst of the sights of the great powers so quickly, the Rebel Party, the Subterranean Dragon Society, the Rainflower Sword Lodge, as well as the Great Liang court, the Blood Clothes Guards, and the great families ……
This water is just too deep!
But Wang Chen was fearless.
He came to this world in order to explore the origin, and whoever stands in the way, he will break it with a single shot!
The torrential rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly, and in a flash, the layers of dark clouds disperse, and the azure sky is once again revealed.
Wang Dust was back on the road.
Riding his yellow horse, he continued along the slippery mountain path, he deliberately slowed down his speed and maintained an extremely high level of vigilance.
The sights, sounds, and scents from the surroundings were captured by Wang Dust’s eyes, ears, and nose, and his keen and incomparable perception spread out in all directions.
But wherever there was any movement of the wind and grass, it could not escape his probing!
After running for more than a dozen miles, and seeing that he was about to leave the mountain road and turn into a wide pipeline, Wang Dust didn’t encounter any trouble.
The fifth-ranked powerhouse of the Subterranean Dragon Society that Qin Qingxuan had spoken of did not appear.
However, at this very moment, he was creeped out in his heart, and without thinking, he pulled on the reins.
Sigh~
The yellow horse that was running suddenly came to a sharp stop, its front hooves raised high.
Wang Dust immediately jumped up and swept over the horse’s head to land in front.
He found that at the intersection a few dozen steps away from him, there was an old man!
The other party is fifty or sixty years old, wearing a straw raincoat with a bucket hat, a deeply wrinkled face full of the vicissitudes of the years, cloudy eyes through the world of indifference and calm.
If the light golden spear in his hand was replaced with a hoe, he would be an old country farmer.
This old man stood in front, giving Wang Chen the feeling as if a lofty mountain stood there!
Without moving, he cupped his fists and saluted, “Blood Clothes Guard Hundred Tenant Wang Dust, I’ve met the senior, dare I ask your honor’s name?”
“Wang Dust?”
The old man cocked his head and said suspiciously, “Aren’t you called Ling Zhiyuan?”
“The late generation changed their name.”
Wang Dust said with a straight face, “Clad in blood, break the mundane matters, all kinds of things in the past, no more entanglements!”
The old man was a bit surprised: “You are so young and actually have such a realization, it is really a fearful future generation.”
Wang Duan smiled bashfully, “Senior is flattering.”
“My name is Huang Jue, from Subterranean Dragon.”
The old man laughed, his eyes staring at Wang Dust transmitted a strange look, “Wang Dust, do you have any last words?”
“So it’s Soul Breaking Gun Huang Jue Huang senior ……”
Wang Chen was surprised, “What a pleasure to meet you!”
He had really heard of this name before, the other party was one of the Thirteen Guards of the Subterranean Dragon Society, there was no doubt about his strength.
Wang Dust just didn’t expect that in order to succeed in the third assassination, the Subterranean Dragon Society had actually sent out their own trump card!
Soul Breaker Gun Huang Jue was a long-established expert, and was said to have originally been the head of a martial arts sect, but was later put under the banner of the Subterranean Dragon Society after being pursued by the Da Liang court because he was involved in a plot to commit treason.
“You are very polite.”
Huang Jue smiled, “So, I will leave your body intact before helping you with your burial.”
“Then I will also keep senior’s whole body.”
Wang Duan said happily, “It won’t be just decapitating senior’s head to claim the credit.”
He spoke with sincerity, and as a result, it made Huang Jue’s eyes take on an additional killing intent – he had never seen such a wild young man before!
But being able to strangle a teenage genius with his own hands, an indescribable pleasure flooded Huang Jue’s heart, and the vital qi in his body instantly rushed like a river, erupting with a powerful and unrivaled force in an instant.
“Look at the gun!”
Accompanied by a thunderous and furious cry, Huang Jue stabbed out the long spear in his hand remotely towards Wang Chen.
In the next moment, this Fifth Order Martial Sect along with the Soul Breaking Lance in his hand instantly transformed into a phantom rainbow, shooting straight towards Wang Dust.
A single spear broke the soul, and life and death were impermanent!
The invisible pressure he inspired surged towards Wang Chen with a mountainous momentum.
This expert powerhouse of the Subterranean Dragon Society was going all out as soon as he struck, obviously wanting to decide the winner within one move.
I am invincible!
In the face of Huang Jue’s inevitable spear attack, Wang Dust did not avoid or dodge, and grabbed his weapon with his probing hand.
Seven Plume Gun!