"Don't mess with me, I'm not in a good mood today." Zu An glanced coldly at everyone, and finally looked at Prince Jin.
The soldiers who were about to rush forward suddenly felt a chill and involuntarily stopped in their tracks.
The Prince of Jin felt a shiver run through him when he was glared at, and instinctively felt a sense of fear.
However, he quickly came to his senses. He was the Prince of Jin, favored by his father, the current Crown Prince, who was his half-brother. So what did he have to fear?
On the contrary, he was annoyed that he had actually felt fear for a moment: "What a joke, who do you think you are? Today, I will not only provoke you, but also arrest you and all the people around you. What can you do about it?"
Anger points from Zhao Ruiyong: +351 +351 +351...
"What are you all standing there for? Get him!"
"Yes!" The surrounding guards perked up immediately. With the prince as their backer, what did they have to fear?
As for Elder Shen's injury, it was probably just a moment of carelessness on his part.
Even if this guy from Zuan really has some skill, can he really beat so many of us?
Besides, they represent Prince Jin, the emperor's most favored prince, while Zu'an is just a mere marquis. At most, he can only protect himself. Would he dare to attack them or Prince Jin?
"Surrender quickly!" With that thought, a group of people swarmed forward.
"Get lost!" Zu An waved his sleeve, and an invisible wave spread out.
The soldiers screamed as they were thrown back by the invisible wave.
Those with weaker skills fainted immediately, while the others were injured to varying degrees and couldn't get up for a long time, having lost their fighting ability.
Chu Youzhao clapped her hands excitedly and exclaimed, "Brother-in-law is amazing!"
Murong Qinghe's beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder. She had just fought to the death with these soldiers, but in the end, it was no match for Brother Zu who could simply wave his sleeve. Just how high was Brother Zu's cultivation level now?
Zu An didn't even glance at the soldiers lying on the ground, and walked straight toward the Prince of Jin.
Prince Jin felt a little uneasy and instinctively took a few steps back. At this moment, Elder Shen blocked his way: "Lord Zu, please wait."
The bleeding from his hand injury had stopped, and seeing the other party approaching Prince Jin, he could only rush out to stop them.
"Get out of the way!" Zu An said in a deep voice.
Seeing the other person's eyes, Old Shen felt a strange tremor in his heart.
This feeling puzzled him. How could a grandmaster like himself be made to feel this way by a young junior?
This person clearly doesn't show any signs of vital energy fluctuations; he seems like an ordinary person.
However, the shot that just wounded him and the tremor that sent many of the palace soldiers flying both showed that his cultivation was extraordinary, suggesting that he must have used some secret technique to conceal his aura.
Although he didn't know the other party's exact cultivation level, Elder Shen figured that even if the other party's cultivation level was higher than his own, it would be only by a limited margin.
According to intelligence, this kid is only about twenty years old. Even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, how many years has he cultivated until now?
Moreover, I heard that he only started cultivating in recent years. He must have had some kind of fortuitous encounter that led to his rapid progress. But such a person has an unstable foundation. In a real fight, how could he compare to a master like me who has cultivated step by step?
"Young man, don't be too arrogant. Remember, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding." As he spoke, Old Shen summoned a flying sword in mid-air above his head.
Zuan was somewhat surprised. The other party was only a Grandmaster, yet he could already use a flying sword?
It should be noted that only grandmasters can attach their divine sense to objects and take a person's head from thousands of miles away.
At the grandmaster level, one can only barely execute it over short distances, but judging from Elder Shen's flying sword, it doesn't seem to be that kind of thing.
"There are always people better than you, and heavens beyond heavens?" A hint of mockery appeared on Zu'an's lips. "That statement does have some truth to it, but it sounds rather ridiculous coming from your mouth."
"How dare you, you brat!" Old Master Shen has always been respected, and even the Prince of Jin has treated him with great courtesy. He has never been treated with such contempt before.
Anger from Shen Xingchao: +404 +404 +404...
In a fit of rage, the flying sword above his head attacked Zu'an directly.
The sword was as fast as a streak of light, and no one around could see its trajectory. Even Chu Youzhao and Murong Qinghe, who had complete confidence in him, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for him.
Zuan slightly shifted his body to avoid the flying sword that shot towards him, and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is, it's a flying sword talisman."
Having studied the "True Scripture of Embracing Simplicity," he was quite familiar with the seven techniques of cultivation and recognized the origin of the flying sword at a glance.
Shen Xingchao's expression changed slightly. This flying sword talisman had long been lost. He had obtained it by chance in a secret realm many years ago. He originally thought that no one in the world knew about it and that it was his trump card. He never expected that the other party would see through its origin at a glance.
He flicked his finger in the air, and the flying sword transformed into a streak of yellow light, piercing through the opponent's lower back. If the blow landed, the opponent would be crippled, if not killed.
Just then, the yellow light suddenly solidified, and the entire flying sword disappeared, replaced by a yellow talisman.
The yellow talisman was currently being gently held between Zu An's two fingers.
Shen Xingchao was shocked to see this and hurriedly activated his flying sword talisman to break free from the other party's control.
The flying sword talisman trembled violently. Zu An snorted coldly, and with a light swipe of his hand, he wiped away the divine consciousness attached to it.
With his expertise in talismans, he naturally knew how to control these talismans, which were not particularly mystical.
"Since you want it so badly, here you go." As soon as Zu An finished speaking, the yellow talisman transformed into a flying sword again, instantly leaping behind Shen Xingchao and piercing through his lower back.
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