"Don’t kill me, whatever you want, I can give it to you," Prince Duan said in a panic, "This is right under the Emperor’s nose. Kill me, and you won’t escape."
Duge didn’t bother with further nonsense and quickened the pace of his attack, he didn’t believe that the protective magic artifact of a minor Prince could completely block the assault of a Golden Core True Man, especially since his own cultivation level as a Golden Core True Man was far superior to that of an ordinary Golden Core.
"Don’t kill me, we can cooperate." Feeling his body trembling, Prince Duan grew more frantic, "You are a Nascent Soul Ancestor, cultivation isn’t easily attained, why waste all your hard-earned cultivation on me, a mere prince. Was it the Crown Prince who sent you? Whatever he can offer you, I can too..."
Crack!
After several sword strikes.
Prince Duan’s protective magic artifact let out a crisp sound, covered in cracks.
That crisp sound was like a death knell, Prince Duan jerked violently, in desperation attempted a stroke of genius: "Ancestor, spare me, I am a prince, taking me hostage can help you escape the Capital City."
"Hostage? Ancestor kills for pleasure. Since when do I need to escape," Duge sneered, swinging his sword to stab again.
Crack!
Prince Duan’s protective magic artifact completely shattered.
"Don’t from behind..." Prince Duan’s voice stopped abruptly, his eyes bulging, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his breath ceased.
After Prince Duan’s death.
The vengeful spirits, as if finding their target, rushed towards Prince Duan’s body with shrill screams.
Duge faintly saw Prince Duan’s specter screaming in agony as it was torn to shreds, and the supposed backlash of the Dragon Qi didn’t come at all, nor was it clear whether it was because the level of Divine Power was too high, or because as an Alien Warrior, he was not subject to this world’s karma?
Nevertheless, with Prince Duan dead, his mission was accomplished, and there was no need to linger.
With a swoop of Divine Power, he scavenged all bottles and jars from True Man Si and Prince Duan. Duge was about to leave Prince Duan’s residence.
Suddenly.
A voice like a clap of thunder came from the sky: "What evil demon dares to assassinate the prince?"
Duge was startled, Damn, they’re that alert?
Life Candle!
Suddenly, a name flashed through Duge’s mind.
Shit, I overlooked that.
If the prime minister’s son was possessed and it was discovered his Life Candle had extinguished, how much more so for a prince?
Hmph!
Indeed, killing in the Immortal Martial World is too troublesome; merely beating them until their souls scatter is far from enough!
Since being discovered, let’s fight it out!
If it were night, by using the cover of Dark God Power’s stealth, he could slip out of the Capital City silently, but now it was daytime, he could hide in shadows but the refracted light from Solar Divine Power could block ordinary people’s sight, yet not Qi Refiners.
Could he really wait here till nightfall?
Who knows if they have other magical treasures in their hands?
So.
Facing them head-on was the best option.
If he really couldn’t win, couldn’t he still escape?
Under the sunlight, whose Escape Technique could be faster than his?
Duge sighed helplessly, burst through Prince Duan’s roof, and stood in the sky with Divine Power, but he didn’t reveal his true form and instead used the dark mist of Dark God Power to form a human-sized figure.
Outside Prince Duan’s residence.
More than ten Qi Refiners had already arranged their formation, and upon seeing Duge emerge, they did not waste words and each commanded their flying swords to strike at Duge.
The sky was a web of various sword lights, sealing off all of Duge’s avenues of escape.
Obviously.
It was a combined attack technique.
However.
A mere group of Qi Refiners, Duge really did not take seriously, even a strong net of swords would not protect their rear, and Solar Divine Power allowed for instant movement.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
With the characteristic sneer of a villain, Duge slew a Qi Refiner with each sword stroke, skewering them like candied hawthorns.
Without the need for sneak attacks, he didn’t have to get close; a casual flick of his wrist sent out sword Qi of forty or fifty meters, and the sword Qi formed from Divine Power was far more agile than the Qi Refiners’ sword Qi.
In the blink of an eye.
More than half of the ten or so Qi Refiners were dead, dropping from the sky like dumplings, their deaths gruesome.
In a life-or-death struggle, Duge didn’t bother with idle talk. Good or bad, anyone who struck at him without question was an enemy, and nothing was more important than survival.
Moreover, a reputation for ferocity was inevitable, when if not in battle to earn it?
"Not good, not an Evil Demon, it’s a Golden Core True Man, quickly summon the ancestor!" the remaining Qi Refiners realized the situation was bad, turned their flying swords and fled.
"New Moon Country’s fate is running out, the day our Ancestor returns will be the day New Moon Country is obliterated."
Duge laughed wildly, dropping a smoke bomb, black mist surged from him, covering half the sky and bringing night-like darkness over the Capital City.
The people on the streets panicked and took cover, and under the guise of the black mist, Duge swept up the stunned Liao Jiulong and the other two in the teahouse, looted the flying swords of the Qi Refiners he had killed, erased the marks on the flying swords that belonged to them, and teleported out of the Capital City.
In a few flashes, he was already hundreds of miles away.
...
No sooner had Duge left.
Four middle-aged men appeared in the sky above Prince Duan’s residence, as if they had teleported there directly.
The four men looked at each other with grave expressions.
"True Man Lan, which direction did that demon flee?" the middle-aged man in black asked.
The middle-aged man in blue robes checked his compass and calculated with his fingers: "Five hundred li to the east."
"True Man Lan, can you determine his origin?" another middle-aged man in white clothing with a tiny mustache asked with a frown.
True Man Lan calculated again with his fingers, but soon his face turned pale: "I can’t determine it; his origin is a blur."