Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 1342 - 1338: Extermination

At this point, Chu Zhiyuan’s mood was heavy and angry.

Clearly, this elegant middle-aged man used a technique that, without the slightest effort, turned a village into silence.

A hundred lives in the village disappeared within moments.

The efficiency of this massacre far surpasses martial arts.

This was aimed at a village, but what if it targeted a small city, or a large one?

What would happen then?

"Brother Huang, let’s check another village."

"Let’s go."

The two vanished from the hall, appearing in the previous village in the next moment.

Then they walked about ten miles west, to another silent village.

Almost identical to the previous village.

The same small river flowed south of the two villages.

Chu Zhiyuan still stood at the peak of South Mountain, using Donghuan Saint Technique.

He saw the same elegant middle-aged man using the same miracle technique, wiping out this village’s people.

"Still him." Chu Zhiyuan rubbed his temples.

Even though he only traced back three days, after using it twice in succession, he still felt exhausted.

This Donghuan Saint Technique is too consuming.

Huang Zhengyang said coldly: "This guy does not regard human lives as lives."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

This elegant middle-aged man indeed didn’t see these villagers as people, but rather as nourishment for cultivation.

That evil skill must be devouring their spirit and soul to strengthen himself.

Yet, the flower was beautiful and splendid, without any evil aura.

At this time, a shadow appeared like a gust of wind on the vacant land at the village’s edge.

The martial arts masters investigating the corpses looked up.

A young man in a mystic robe stood before them, pulling out a scroll from his chest and handing it over: "Gentlemen, this is the portrait of the criminal."

A young man took it, glanced at it, then passed it around.

"One shouldn’t judge by appearance, looking respectable yet committing such evil deeds!"

"Do any of these evildoers show their nature through their faces? Aren’t those Undying Evil Venerables the same?"

"Truly despicable!"

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled: "Brother Huang, your Evil Extermination Department is quite efficient."

After he finished, the artists copied it, and someone was sent over.

Only took the time of a meal, the efficiency truly is impressively high.

"Such vile incidents, naturally highest level, fastest speed."

"Admirable." Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a reverberation came from the sky, echoing in all directions.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up to see a large red flower blooming in the sky.

"Discovered?" Huang Zhengyang’s spirit lifted: "Brother Chu, let’s go check it out."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

The two floated up, turning into shadows heading towards the direction of the red flower.

In the blink of an eye, they were above a forest.

Four experts from the Mysterious Robe Evil Suppression Bureau were being defeated by the elegant middle-aged man.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The experts in mystic robes were blown away, trees were snapped.

The elegant middle-aged man’s eyes emitted white light, his palms covered in moon-like radiance.

The four mystic-robed experts struck by the moon-like radiance were blown away.

After being thrown, they ignored their body’s pain and the blood at the corners of their mouths, flew up to entangle him again.

The elegant middle-aged man shook his head: "Ignorant beings!"

The radiance on his palms grew stronger, the force intensified.

The four mystic-robed experts flew out faster, snapping two trees.

Chu Zhiyuan and Huang Zhengyang appeared, not rushing forward.

Huang Zhengyang let out a long cry, then a second, then a third.

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyebrow raised.

With Super Sense sight, after the third long cry, the charging Evil Extermination Department experts suddenly changed direction.

In an instant, they formed a surrounding stance centered on Huang Zhengyang.

Chu Zhiyuan inwardly sighed, truly well-trained.

Twelve experts had already settled, while another twelve were approaching another village ten miles away.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The four mystic-robed experts looked pale, their movements slowed, becoming weak.

They gritted their teeth and glared at the elegant middle-aged man with no intention of giving up.

Huang Zhengyang said: "I’m going to make a move, Brother Chu, cover me."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Forget it, you, a dignified director, should not personally intervene, let me do it."

From his sleeve flew out a flying knife silently.

Above his head seemed like a pool of autumn water suspended.

Blending with the void, undetectable without concentrating.

It quietly approached, ready to launch a stealthy assault.

Yet, as it approached, the elegant middle-aged man sensed it, his body suddenly radiating brightly.

A flying knife suddenly appeared in his chest, embedded within the radiance.

It was transparent, thin, trembling slightly, slowly advancing, trying to break through the glow.

"Who!"

The handsome middle-aged man shouted, extending his palm towards the flying knife.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

Amidst the sharp whistles, eight flying knives instantly appeared, all embedded within the radiance.

Two at his feet, two at his chest, two at his back, one at the back of his head, and one between his eyebrows.

The nine flying knives all trembled, trying to break through the barrier of light.

"Troublesome!"

Huang Zhengyang frowned.

To be able to block this flying knife, this handsome middle-aged man’s realm is definitely Venerable of the Perfection level.

A Venerable at the Perfect Realm is troublesome; he can’t be completely crushed, only overwhelmed with numbers.

The handsome middle-aged man waved his palm towards the transparent flying knife in his chest.

The flying knife turned, stabbing towards his palm.

Seeing so many flying knives, the four middle-aged men in black robes knew that Chu Zhiyuan had arrived.

So they retreated.

Huang Zhengyang appeared in front of them, tossing each of them an elixir pill: "Take it and rest."

"Thank you, Director."

They took the red pills and swallowed them in one go, sat cross-legged, and operated their skills to catalyze the medicine’s power.

With Chu Zhiyuan and Huang Zhengyang’s appearance, they were completely at ease.

"Ding..."

The transparent flying knife clashed with the radiance in the handsome middle-aged man’s palm, making a sound like metal striking metal.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

The handsome middle-aged man frowned, not expecting these flying knives to be so troublesome.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother Huang, shall we kill him directly?"

"Shouldn’t we ask about his origin?" Huang Zhengyang responded.

"He probably won’t tell," Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "We’ll have to investigate ourselves."

"Then let’s kill him; he’s killed so many people and deserves death."

"Hmm."

"Ha, kill me?!" The handsome middle-aged man let out a cold laugh: "What a bold claim!"

In the seemingly casual words of Chu Zhiyuan and Huang Zhengyang, there was a clear disdain for him.

In his eyes, this was unforgivable.

His arrogance would not allow himself to be looked down upon by people he regarded as mere ants.

In anger, the radiance instantly became denser, turning milky white like milk.

"Ding..."

The nine flying knives were all shaken away, wobbling in mid-air.

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyebrow twitched.

A strange power invaded the flying knives, trying to disperse his spirit attached to them.

The Golden Sword was unsheathed, and the transparent sword appeared behind the handsome middle-aged man.

"Swoosh!"

It pierced the milky radiance effortlessly, and pierced his heart.

"Uh..."

The handsome middle-aged man’s eyes widened, looking down at the sword tip in his chest.

The sword tip was clear and transparent, spotless.

In disbelief, he looked up at Chu Zhiyuan.

Then turned his head to look around.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It’s my sword."

The handsome middle-aged man’s face twisted, instantly becoming hideous and terrifying.

Raising both hands, he was about to make a strange gesture when the next moment, the tip of the Golden Sword burst from his forehead.

The Golden Sword swiftly withdrew, stabbing into the back of his head, destroying the vital point in his forehead.

The hideous expression froze, and the milky radiance in his eyes faded and disappeared as soon as it emerged.

The transparent sword tip at his forehead retracted instantly.

The Golden Sword left him, vibrating fiercely in the air, then swiftly returned to its sheath at Chu Zhiyuan’s waist.

The handsome middle-aged man remained in place, the light in his eyes extinguished, his breath ceased.

By this time, the experts from the Evil Extermination Department had already surrounded closely.

They observed this handsome middle-aged man.

"Whoosh—!"

Huang Zhengyang exhaled, revealing a relaxed smile.

To handle a Venerable of the Perfect Realm so easily is indeed rare.

Every Venerable of the Perfect Realm is extremely difficult to kill, requiring a significant price.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly said, "Retreat! Retreat!"

Everyone hurriedly retreated swiftly.

"Pop!"

The handsome middle-aged man suddenly burst into brilliance, and within the light, a flower like a rose slowly bloomed.

Fist-sized, with layers of petals.

Once fully bloomed, it shot up into the sky, disappearing into the void.