384. Please embark on your journey (Thirty-fourth chapter)

Her long, silky hair and exquisite features couldn't hide her intelligence. A slight smile in her eyes was warm and bright. She possessed a beauty that was both inner and outer, and a charm and temperament that was unforgettable at first glance.

He looked directly at the arrogant person in front of him with a frank and open gaze.

His brow furrowed as he looked at his mount, recalling the gossip the maid had just whispered: 'The Wei family head is dead, and the lion-horse has been stolen.' He Chen. Those two words...

'Dalong Prefecture, a border region, a madman, a killing star, He Chen.'

He spoke softly, his eyes sparkling, and asked with a light laugh, "May I ask if you are Lord He Chen?"

Her voice was as sweet as a lark's, gentle and serene, captivating me with an invisible charm. She was best admired from afar.

Looking up, such a beautiful woman appeared, as ethereal as a mirage. Her beautiful eyes, full of admiration and joy, held no trace of disdain.

He looked slightly taken aback—and smiled, "Yes, my name is He Chen. May I ask if you are the person you speak of?"

Lian Xiuxiu, with a shy, alluring look, said, "Yes, Lord He, now that you've finished your business, may you come up and sit for a while?"

Nod slightly, 'Okay.'

If I refuse, it will make me seem scared.

Behind the Third Prince, Young Master Qi's face turned pale with jealousy. He cursed inwardly, "You performer, if the prince had become his lover, that would be one thing."

He's just a mere border lad, yet you show him such favoritism; it infuriates me!

"How dare you publicly shout for the Third Prince's execution? You're courting death! Just wait and see how the person you invited will meet a gruesome end."

Prince Wang's face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembled, and he said in fear, "They're here, they're really here. I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid. This is the royal city. They still dare to boast about killing the Third Prince."

"Just wait and see how you die. So many people, and you can't even kill a little border bumpkin like Ma."

The Third Prince looked displeased. He had been publicly humiliated. Who dared to do this? No one had ever dared to do this in his entire life. He was the one who humiliated others, not the other way around.

A sinister laugh rang out, "Haha, what a stunning beauty! How about joining my sect? I'll guide you to immortality and become an ancestor."

"Enter my sect, and I guarantee you immortality."

Then came the mockery and divisive remarks: 'Haha, your royal city really has no one left to rely on. You even wanted to kill a prince, yet you couldn't even capture him. Truly incompetent!'

For a moment, everyone's faces turned red, yet they dared not vent their anger at the sinister voice. They could only glare at He Chen as if he deserved to die a thousand times over.

The sinister voice continued to provoke and deliberately taunt, "Not bad, little brat, you've killed quite a few demons."

Hehe! I've heard you have many wives. When you die, you can leave them all to me; I'll take good care of them for you.

The words had barely left his lips when a flash of light appeared, the blade's roar like a dragon's cry, its sharpness tearing through the space where he was hiding.

An old man with a rugged, uneven face, like cracks in the earth, distorted features, and a bumpy appearance that made one want to vomit. He looked like a demon, disgusting and repulsive.

"Ugh," someone started it, and then several people began to vomit in succession.

Seeing how disliked he was, he flicked his finger, and several gusts of wind shot out.

Screams and cries of resistance rang out. Some people collapsed and instantly turned into pus. Some were rescued, while others were partially covered in pus and continued to scream in agony.

"You're asking for it, kid! You've successfully angered me, the Old Immortal Li. I'm going to turn you into a specimen and torture your soul every day."

Old Demon Li hissed angrily, like an enraged lion.

Demonic cultivators, demonic cultivators, selfish and self-serving, out of control, killing and eating flesh are all common occurrences.

His answer was a flash of light.

On the Gentleman's Blade, the Thunderfire Dragon flickered incessantly, its light blazing, and a fierce wind raged around it. The dragon's energy could not be suppressed and began to dance wildly in response.

The immense sword energy pierced through directly, transcending space and striking out of the Old Demon's space.

A flash of light followed closely behind, as fast as lightning, and in an instant severed the old demon's head, followed by a scream.

A small figure leaped into the air and fled, muttering viciously as it went, "He Chen, I'll remember you! I'll kill your whole family!"

A large sword flashed with light, and within the space, lightning crackled, as if it were the end of the world, and flames surged, as if it were a living hell.

With a single slash, a dazzling blade of energy and a violent aura were unleashed. The blade's roar was like a dragon's cry as it sliced ​​through the small figure. The void was no longer a protective barrier; it was instantly struck by lightning and rapidly burst into flames.

"Spare me, sir! Spare me! I'll never do it again! Please spare me, sir! I'm willing to be your slave!"

The heart-wrenching pleas for mercy made everyone around involuntarily weak in the knees.

He held his broadsword horizontally, his gaze fixed on the target, and roared, "You are the Third Prince."

Everyone was immediately dumbfounded. 'So, after all this time, we don't even know who the Third Prince is.'

The Third Prince straightened his clothes, rose, and stepped forward. "Indeed, I am the Third Prince."

He Chen nodded slightly, "Okay."

With a gentleman's sword slung over his shoulder, he carried it like a farmer carrying a hoe, walking lightly, step by step, toward the Third Prince.

It was like death itself taking lives.

Suddenly, an old man gently blocked the way.

"This humble monk, Jingkong, says, 'Young man, you've already stolen the limelight today. Know when to stop.'"

The old man was dressed in simple clothes, with a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, and had kind and benevolent eyes.

His gaze sharpened slightly, and he said in a low voice, 'Those who obstruct me will face no mercy.'

Jingkong's eyes flashed with disgust. This ignorant brat, if it weren't for the presence of the masses, he would have had to subdue him with Vajra.

Jingkong rebuked in a low voice, "Young man, killing a prince is a grave matter, capable of causing rivers of blood to flow and countless lives to be lost."

A big hat is put on them now; if they accidentally kill someone later, it shouldn't matter.

Without further ado, he slashed down with the gentleman's knife slung over his shoulder.

A magnificent golden bell-shaped shield appeared around Jingkong.

A six-layered golden bell shield, and in his hand, the Demon-Subduing Seal gathered immense power. It hurtled towards He Chen's head.

He didn't even bother to cut He Chen's blade, he was very confident in his Golden Bell Shield, which was at the sixth level of mastery and the ninth level of perfection.

However, these six layers required an enormous amount of rare and precious materials and miraculous medicines.

To think that my own sect would make me undergo such arduous training is truly laughable.

How could one achieve such accomplishments so quickly through arduous practice?

It's still plundering, no, collecting rare and precious materials is a faster way to cultivate.

Thoughts suddenly came to mind.

Upon seeing He Chen, who neither dodged nor avoided, he unleashed a thousand slashes with his blade, the thousand slashes aimed at the person before him, as well as at the Third Prince and the two men behind him who were spreading malice.

The technique of slashing 1,500 times in one strike reappeared, with countless blade lights flashing throughout the space, as if they were shimmering blades.

The blade flashed and slashed into his head, groin, and all around him in an instant. The Third Prince's hair stood on end. He no longer held back his Martial Emperor cultivation and activated his own illusion.

In an instant, the lights around them came on, and on the magnificent stage, numerous beautiful songstresses, each with a graceful figure, stunning beauty, and exquisite features, exuded a touch of charm.