Chapter 713 Assassinating the King, Only Speed Is Unbreakable (Part 2)

“Indeed, the Zhao Kingdom’s Heart Flow anticipates the enemy’s moves with such foresight, never failing; the Chu Kingdom’s Qingtian strength, merely relying on physical prowess, can actually seal all directions—quite extraordinary indeed. As long as you can withstand my three swords, I’ll spare your lives today.”

With those words, the figure dressed in blue flickered, melding into the gentle breeze, moving faster than the human eye could track, disappearing under clear daylight.

“Two people?”

Daoist Lingdu and King Chu Qing simultaneously felt a chill in their hearts.

Clearly, three grandmasters were present in the hall, besides them, Chu Qing King’s most trusted ally, Cao Daban, who inherited the Chu Kingdom’s legacy, possessed five times the usual strength, unmatched martial arts, protecting three generations of Chu kings with remarkable achievements.

Facing the sudden assassination, this Cao Daban would undoubtedly sacrifice himself to protect King Chu Qing, he couldn’t possibly remain silent, indifferent to his lord’s safety, staying still without a word—something so unusual.

The only explanation was that the Young Master Dongyuan struck, attacking all three at once with three swords.

Two blocked them, but Cao Daban, a bit less skilled, failed to block and perished.

“What swift swords, what insolent boy.”

King Chu Qing felt a cold shiver, regretting that he had just dispatched Dong Chongyang and the Yushan Academy Sect Leader Jiang Taiyan.

If those two masters were here, regardless of the opponent’s speed, he surely would meet his end here.

However, given such abnormal speed, if Jiang Taiyan and Dong Chongyang were indeed in the hall, the opponent might not have dared to appear.

Only remaining hidden and observing secretly.

‘Could this situation today not be a coincidence? The recent challenges were all performances, calculated meticulously. His aim was never simply to enlist troops to revive the nation, but to scheme against my Chu Kingdom’s legacy?’

Just as King Chu Qing started to realize something, Daoist Duling had already made his move.

A drop of fresh blood seeping from his brow made it clear that he mustn’t let the opponent strike freely and should seize the initiative.

If he truly let the rushing swordsman indulge, they would indeed be cornered, unable even to retaliate.

‘Misjudged, the Royal Family of the Yan Kingdom developed over generations, even mastering seven-fold attack speed, wasn’t formidable to this extent. If indeed this fast, what matter remains for the other six kingdoms? Amongst any nation, which noble could escape their assassination?’

Daoist Duling secretly trembled, although launching the first attack, he was discreetly planning to retreat, considering how to convey the message back to his own country. Otherwise, if entirely unprepared, letting this person act freely, Zhao Kingdom’s sovereign and ministers would be in grave danger.

“Call the Wind.”

Daoist Duling’s duster whirled wildly, like clouds and mist.

The sound of fierce gales echoed in the grand hall.

No wind was present.

Yet Chen Ping felt a sudden darkness before him, as if he were in a barren field where fierce winds cut like knives, slicing with the fury of a thousand blades, intending to shred his flesh into countless pieces.

Bouts of agony akin to execution by dismemberment…

At the same time, he sensed an enormous danger lurking deep in his soul, overhead, as if the sky was collapsing, pressing him down heavily, and his attempts to dodge or block were entirely futile.

“Such a Heart Flow, ignoring defenses, directly attacking the soul, even locking onto a target—every strike certain?”

Chen Ping silently marveled.

Indeed, the divine techniques bestowed by each layer of the Heaven-Reaching Tower are both bizarre and challenging.

The old Daoist’s attack was simply indefensible, those with weaker souls encountering the Heart Flow attack, might die without knowing how.

Because this isn’t an illusion but real pain striking the soul itself, the moment the opponent strikes, it’s like being genuinely cut by a thousand blades. Susceptibility means survival, resistance spells death.

If the soul is damaged, once the attack is perceived as real, the physical body naturally manifests real harm.

Unknowingly, directly sliced into countless parts.

Chen Ping’s soul had long reached the Eighth Layer of Arc Light Realm, although unable to utilize special abilities in this world or the exploration with spiritual power limited by rules, the profound essence of his soul had not regressed.

Though the opponent’s “Call the Wind” was strong, it merely brought some pain, hurting him was impossible.

Instead, the fierce strike issued by King Chu Qing during Daoist Duling’s cover was not to be overlooked.

If truly struck by his rod, he might end up as mere flesh pulp.

“Celestial Heart.”

Chen Ping’s form melded into the wind, appearing once more.

The surrounding light suddenly grew incredibly dim, and in the eyes of Daoist Duling and King Chu Qing, the world seemed to transform into black and white.

As the dazzling long sword thrust forward, both simultaneously felt their actions become immensely slow, as if they were trapped within numerous grids, like spiders, struggling within the web.

“It isn’t that I’m striking slower, but his strike is too fast—no, what are these grids?”

Daoist Duling had just executed Call the Wind, drawing Chen Ping into a psychic duel, his inner joy hadn’t completely blossomed when he realized things were amiss.

Where he stood lost all color, while the opponent, just one man and one sword, seemed to shimmer with a faint aura. As a sword pointed toward him, regardless of how urgently he wished to set up defenses with the duster, his movements turned lethargic, as if engulfed in the deepest nightmare, utterly evading escape.