Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 168: Entering the Border, Half-step Small Great Master

"Boom—"

A palm-sized, exquisitely crafted Zen staff, enveloped in a raging wave of flames, flashed and shattered more than ten large trees.

Although the weapon was small, it possessed an overwhelming might!

The terrifying rolling earth and Five Elements flame waves made Xin Zhuo, who had already escaped ten zhang away, still feel numb all over.

He turned his head and saw that the five people were a li away. The "lifeblood spirit soldier" of the small Great Master monk had actually reached such a distance!

It was truly unexpected!

No wonder Di Huaijie and the others had said that Practitioners who didn't reverse the Five Elements were equivalent to ants, and Practitioners who hadn't reached the Great Master level were just slightly bigger ants. Who could withstand such power?

He had dared to provoke the Heshan Sect just now, naturally relying on the fact that Zhao Ling and the others didn't know where he had fled to. With only the monk left, he was just a step away from entering the Half-step Small Great Master realm. It would be a good opportunity to test the power of a small Great Master.

After all, based on his past experience, he could surpass levels!

Who would have thought that those five bastards were all waiting there for him to come?

How sinister!

However, now that all five of them had chased after him, the situation... seemed to have changed!

He looked ahead, his eyes brightened. He had reached his destination. His footsteps flickered and he disappeared among the mountains in the blink of an eye.

A few breaths later, Master Kujing, Zhao Ling, and the others caught up. They also jumped into the mountains. Then...

The five of them couldn't help but have veins popping on their foreheads. Ahead was the Xiaowei Mountain, famous for its eighteen hundred caves, which were complex and interconnected.

There was no need to think, that brat must have gone in!

"What should we do?" Zhao Ling asked with difficulty.

"Of course, we should chase in! Use True Qi to surround and intercept him."

The head of the Heshan Sect, an old woman, took the lead and entered one of the caves.

Zhao Ling and the others followed closely, each choosing a cave.

Inside the caves, moss and stalactites were everywhere, and even the dark streams from the mountaintop dripped down, making it slippery and wet. In addition, the lighting was very dim, making it difficult to find someone.

A few hours later, Master Kujing suddenly froze. "Not good, that brat might have turned the tables and gone to the Heshan Sect!"

"This... damn it!"

The Head Teacher of the Heshan Sect, who was far away, cursed angrily and hurriedly rushed out.

...

At this moment, the Heshan Sect was already in ruins, with palaces in pieces and elders and disciples lying on the ground.

On the broken walls of the main hall, there were prominently carved words: "Xin Zhuo was here!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Xin Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the densely packed low-level disciples of the Heshan Sect who were gathering with inexplicable fear in their eyes. He patted his butt and was about to leave.

Suddenly, he heard a rush of horse hooves outside the mountain gate, and in the blink of an eye, they were close.

"It's really strange today. Three sects, three places in ruins. What exactly happened?"

The civil official took the lead and entered the gate. He coughed lightly, about to deliver a message, but when he looked up, he saw Xin Zhuo holding a large spear.

He was stunned for a moment, his thoughts quickly turning, and he suddenly looked at a military colonel beside him. "Is this person?"

The colonel carefully examined Xin Zhuo, unable to distinguish for a moment, but he already had a guess in his heart. Trembling with excitement, he raised his hand. "It's...!"

"Your mother!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Xin Zhuo, who had already gone berserk, had arrived. He swung his spear, one strike after another, smashing them all half-dead, causing them to faint.

He only heard the words "Is this person" and knew that it wasn't anything good. The "court" wanted to kill him, as the pursuing old woman had already informed him.

Damn it, he had nothing to lose. After finishing this job and not dying, he would defect to the Eastern Barbarian Country or the Northern Azure Country to seek a new life. The world had more than one country, so where couldn't he go?

Glancing at the nine people who had fallen unconscious on the ground, he took a step and darted towards the distance.

Not long after he left, Master Kujing and the others arrived again. Seeing the devastated sect, the elderly leader of Heshan Sect trembled uncontrollably and roared to the sky.

She had been cautious and had bitten down on her opponent!

But in the end, she was killed unexpectedly!

How could someone who was being chased like a stray dog dare to come back? How could he dare to come back?

Is this something a sane person would do?

At this moment, Zhao Ling saw the civil official and a group of military colonels who had fallen near the gate. They were wearing the official robes of the court and the military uniforms of the local garrison, not from the Zhenwu Division. What was the meaning of this? Was there another order? He squatted down and patted the face of the civil official, saying, "Wake up?"

The civil official opened his eyes drowsily, raised his hand weakly, and stammered, "No, it's..."

His injuries were too severe, and he fainted again.

"What's going on?" Zhao Ling looked at everyone in confusion.

"Could it be that Xin Zhuo is invincible?" The leader of Heshan Sect calmed down slightly and scolded angrily, "The people of the court have fallen in front of our Heshan Sect. What does it matter? This Xin Zhuo is too arrogant! Even if the ends of the earth or the Heavenly King Daddy came, this old woman will still kill him!"

She waved her hand and ordered the lower-ranking disciples of the sect to treat the injured.

The five people chased after him again.

This time, the five of them calmed down completely. Instead of chasing together, they analyzed the pros and cons. Zhao Ling and the leader of Heshan Sect flanked from the left, while the Head Teacher of Gu Cang Sect and the Elder of Wudang Sect flanked from the right.

Master Kujing chased closely behind and held on relentlessly.

This strategy was indeed effective. Xin Zhuo had no way to escape anymore, and all his plots and tricks were useless!

In the early morning of the second day, a light rain fell from the sky. When the dawn broke, Xin Zhuo had been surrounded on a mountain top.

No!

He had stopped running for his life and was standing still. His face showed exhaustion, depletion of True Qi, and a weary state where his martial arts couldn't be used.

Countdown to entering the Half-step Small Great Master: 0.

[Realm: Fourth Rank Half-step Small Great Master (one-tenth into the fourth rank)]

In fact, Master Kujing and the five of them were also extremely exhausted at the moment.

But the five of them still maintained their spirits and pressed on step by step, their expressions filled with killing intent.

Master Kujing no longer wasted any words. With a gentle turn of his strong right hand, the small Zen staff flew out of his monk's sleeve.

"Stop! Listen to me! A huge secret!" Xin Zhuo suddenly laughed miserably, waved his hand weakly, and spoke quickly, "I am already doomed to die. There's no need to trouble you, Master. Listen to this earth-shattering secret about rapidly breaking through the martial realm. It will definitely be useful to all of you!"

Master Kujing truly stopped his attack, not out of goodwill, but because in the past few days, the five of them had discovered that this kid was indeed different from ordinary people. His cunning and treacherousness were secondary. His Qinggong footwork was simply unheard of. If it were an ordinary fifth rank realm, he would have exhausted his strength and died long ago, but he could still be full of energy.

How did he do it?

The five of them couldn't help but exchange glances, then looked around, and finally looked at Xin Zhuo's exhausted body. They felt that this kid couldn't possibly be playing any more tricks. A hint of curiosity arose in their hearts.

That's right! What secret does this kid have?

Zhao Ling questioned in a deep voice, "What kind of secret?"

Xin Zhuo said seriously, "You should know that I am only sixteen years old. A few months ago, I was only at the seventh rank realm. But now, I have already reached the fifth rank realm, just one step away from entering the Half-step Small Great Master realm. My Qinggong footwork is strange and unpredictable. Isn't that strange? If I truly have extraordinary talent, different from ordinary people, why did I only reach the seventh rank at the age of sixteen? Don't you want to know?"

The five of them exchanged glances again. To be honest, this was indeed strange!

The leader of Heshan Sect said coldly, "Tell us, you can't escape. If you play any more tricks, we will be cruel. We will skin you alive, pull out your tendons, soak you in salt, and make you wish for death!"

"I am already on the verge of death. What other tricks can I play? I just want all of you to give me a quick death, alright?"

To show his sincerity, Xin Zhuo simply threw away the tattered spear, tore open his arm, and staggered towards the crowd, taking out a white object wrapped in oiled paper from his crotch. He approached slowly and said, "I found this thing on Fulong Mountain. It can allow people to quickly advance in their realm and cultivate a mysterious Cultivation Technique. Even if they are naturally stupid and have extremely poor talent, they can still succeed. I won't hide it from all of you. I dare to cause such a huge disaster because of this thing. If it weren't for your relentless pursuit, I can say with certainty that before I turn thirty, I can reach the first rank realm, or even surpass it!"

(End of this chapter)