Chapter 625 Like For Like

In September in Chang'an, autumn winds are booming.

In front of Wei Yang Palace, there were people in the autumn breeze who were dumbfounded. Some had smiles on their lips, some had astonished expressions, and some were burning with jealousy.

"Why him?" Zhu Xian's heart trembled when he saw the youth who suddenly appeared. He subconsciously looked at the woman in green behind him, but the other party only shook his head faintly and did not say anything else.

Zhao Xingyu frowned. He had never seen this person before, but from the looks of the people around him and Yuwen Nanjing's excited expression, it was not difficult for him to guess the identity of the other party. For this reason, his heart had almost sunk to the bottom at that time.

Of course, compared to the astonishment of the crowd, Mr. Lu's mood was even more turbulent.

He stared at the figure standing on the black sword for a long time before muttering, "You … you're still alive."

The person who came was naturally Xu Han. Facing Mr. Lu's surprise, his expression was extremely calm. He smiled and said, "Mr. Xu's life is a bit harder. I let Mr. Lu down."

After saying those words, the youth seemed to lose interest in talking to Mr. Lu. He turned to look at Yuwen Nan Jing Yan who was in a sorry state, but had a thick smile on his face. "Sorry, something happened. I'm late."

Yuwen Nanjing shook her head repeatedly. She no longer looked like an indifferent emperor. At this moment, she seemed to have changed back to the quiet and kind Qin Keqing in the Exquisite Pavilion. She smiled sweetly and her eyebrows curved into a crescent moon in the sky. "It doesn't matter. I knew you would come."

"Mm. Leave it to me." Xu Han took a deep look at her and then turned his head to face the tens of thousands of troops that were standing at the entrance of the Wei Yang Palace.

Most of the people present were shocked by Xu Han's aura. Even Immortal Zhao Chu looked at Xu Han vigilantly. However, only Zhao Xingyu seemed to be in a different situation. He stared at the conversation between Xu Han and Yuwen Nanjing, and the anger in his heart grew more and more intense.

At this moment, Xu Han's every move was detestable and hateful to him.

He couldn't figure out where he was inferior to Xu Han. He was a young man and the nephew of Zhao Wang and Zhao Chu. His cultivation had already reached the Dust Leaving Realm. He was only a step away from the Great Evolution Realm below the Immortal Realm. If he got the chance, it was not impossible for him to ascend to the Immortal Realm. But why was he so attentive to Yuwen Nan Jing for a year, yet he was unable to defeat Xu Han's light words? When Zhao Xingyu thought of this, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. He stepped forward and angrily scolded Xu Han, "You villain, your mouth is full of dirty words. You don't know the seriousness of this matter. How can such a reckless person as you say such a thing? Could it be that you really treat my Great Zhou Imperial Court as empty?"

Hearing this, Xu Han turned to look at Zhao Xingyu for the first time. He frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

This was not because Xu Han intentionally humiliated him, but because he had indeed never seen Zhao Xingyu before, so he naturally couldn't be said to know him.

However, some speakers were unintentional, while the listeners had their own intentions.

Zhao Xingyu obviously took Xu Han's words as a mockery. His face immediately turned red and he was about to curse something, but Yuwen Nanjing, who was behind Xu Han, suddenly stepped forward and whispered in Xu Han's ear, "Zhao Chu's nephew, you've been loyal to me for more than a year."

"Oh. Since that's the case, then you can leave. I'll leave this life to you." Xu Han nodded when he heard this.

This undoubtedly stimulated the resentment in Zhao Xingyu's heart. He said, "I, Zhao Xingyu, am not ashamed. How can I, a dignified seven foot man, need your charity to survive?"

After Zhao Xingyu finished speaking, the sword on his waist was unsheathed and he immediately charged straight at Xu Han.

Seeing this, Xu Han narrowed his eyes. He suddenly stretched out one of his hands. His index finger and ring finger clenched into thin air, and Zhao Xingyu's sword tip was imprisoned by Xu Han. Although Zhao Xingyu wanted to break free from this restriction, Xu Han's slender fingers were like Mount Tai, allowing him to use all of his abilities.

"Why are you in such a hurry to die?" Xu Han smiled. Then, his fingertips exerted a slight force. The sword in Zhao Xingyu's hand shattered inch by inch from Xu Han's fingertips. Finally, the force came from the tip of the sword. Zhao Xingyu's body flew backwards and fell to the ground fiercely as if he had been heavily injured.

After finishing all of this, Xu Han did not look at Zhao Xingyu. Instead, he turned to look at Mr. Lu, who seemed to be still in a state of shock. He smiled again and said, "Mr. Lu still has seventy breaths of time."

Hearing this, Mr. Lu's expression froze. He pointed at Xu Han and said angrily, "Xu Han, you!"

"Child arrogance!" At this moment, Zhao Chu, who was standing in the horizon, seemed to be enraged by Xu Han's arrogance. He shouted explosively, and blood energy surged from the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand. The blood-colored Asura roared wildly under Zhao Chu's urging and charged towards Xu Han.

"You don't recognize the old master so quickly?" Seeing this, Xu Han raised his eyebrows. His body, which was standing on the hilt of the sword, remained motionless. Then, he threw a punch straight at the incoming Asura.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, and a strong wind swept out.

Xu Han's body remained unmoving, while the blood-colored Asura that could even cut down the True Dragon Form let out a wailing cry and flew backwards.

"Sir, you still have sixty breaths of time." Xu Han smiled again. As soon as he said that, the tip of his foot on the hilt of the sword suddenly exerted force, and his body exploded like an arrow leaving the string.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhao Chu, who was activating the blood-colored Asura. He swung his fist again and fiercely rumbled in front of Zhao Chu's face.

Zhao Chu was shocked. Only then did he regain his senses from the bizarre scene of the defeat of the blood-colored Asura. He hurriedly raised his sword horizontally in front of his chest, wanting to block Xu Han's fierce punch.

Clang!

The Xing Tian Sword, known as the Ancient Era's Vicious Sword, collided with Xu Han's fist and let out a golden cry. Then, as an immortal, Zhao Chu's body paused and flew backwards like an Asura. His body was loaded into the crowd, provoking exclamations of shock.

"Fifty breaths!" Xu Han, who had won in one blow, smiled and looked at Mr. Lu again.

"Children are rampant!" Zhao Chu, who was standing up from the ground in a sorry state, let out an angry roar. His body suddenly flew out. At that time, the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand was pushed to its limit. The rolling sword qi wrapped around the sword body like a river flowing backwards. He charged towards Xu Han, and the power that burst out from his body at that moment caused the hearts of everyone present to freeze.

On the other side, the Asura that was sent flying by Xu Han also regained its composure at that time. He similarly shouted loudly and charged towards Xu Han from the other side, carrying the blood energy that filled the sky.

These two slaughter moves were the slaughter techniques of the Immortal Realm. They had already surpassed the signs that ordinary cultivators could withstand. Even if they were only affected by the other shockwaves, the faces of the densely packed armored warriors beneath them were still ugly.

However, Xu Han, who was at the center of the two, had a calm expression and did not show any signs of change.

His body suddenly flew out. How could the speed of the Fleshly Immortal Realm be compared to that of an ordinary immortal? Seeing Xu Han flee, the two of them quickly withdrew their killing moves, fearing that the flood would rush towards the Dragon King Temple.

At this moment, Xu Han's body appeared behind Zhao Chu like a ghost.

"Uncle, be careful!" Zhao Xingyu caught a glimpse of this scene and hurriedly reminded him loudly.

However, how could a cultivator at the Leaving Dust Realm be able to control the battle between immortals?

Xu Han clenched his fist and struck Zhao Chu's back with astonishing speed. Although Prince Zhao had heard Zhao Xingyu's reminder, he had no time to defend himself. He could only forcefully swallow Xu Han's fist.

When the Asura saw that Zhao Chu was defeated and was about to kill him, Xu Han sneered and said, "Puppet creatures dare to clamor?"

His hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Chu's clothes. His other hand turned into a palm and struck Zhao Chu's sword wrist. The injured Zhao Chu let out a wailing cry and the Heaven Punishing Sword in his hand immediately fell off.

Xu Han tossed Zhao Chu's body and allowed him to fall. At this moment, the Xing Tian Sword that flew out was also held in Xu Han's hand. Xu Han, who was holding the sword, immediately looked at the blood-colored Asura with a smile. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Now, you have to listen to me."

"Roar!" The Asura let out an unwilling roar, but it was clear that due to certain rules, it did not dare to attack Xu Han.

"You want to devour the Lord? Then we need to see if you have the ability to do so." Xu Han smiled. Then, he slapped the blade of the Heavenly Punishment Sword. At this moment, the sword flew into the wooden box behind Xu Han with a clear cry. The Asura also dissipated after a roar.

After Xu Han finished doing this, he looked at the people below him again.

At this moment, Ya Que was silent in front of the grand Wei Yang Palace. Everyone looked at Xu Han with a dull and frightened expression. They never imagined that an immortal would fall lightly into Xu Han's hands like this, and not even Xu Han had been harmed in the entire process.

What it meant to be able to defeat an immortal so easily was naturally self-evident.

Perhaps even Mr. Lu did not expect that Xu Han, who had allowed him to freely take care of him back then, would actually grow into an immortal in this short period of one and a half years.

Xu Han landed gently on the side of the pitch-black sword. He looked at Mr. Lu again and said, "Sir, have you thought about it? You still have thirty breaths of time."

Mr. Lu's old face was hard to see at this moment. If he had only been surprised by Xu Han's appearance before, a deep chill would have surged into his heart at this moment.

He understood that the current Xu Han was no longer the same as before. He had the power to truly threaten him.

"Xu … Xu Han …" The old man's voice became dry. He pointed at Xu Han and wanted to say something, but he didn't know if it was fear or shock in his heart. After a long time, the old scholar of Great Zhou didn't say anything.

"Twenty breaths." However, Xu Han ignored Mr. Lu's abnormal state at this moment. He had a smile on his face, but his tone was cold as he continued to read the time.

If it had been before, the soldiers present would not have taken Xu Han's words to heart. They would have taken them as nonsense. However, after seeing Xu Han easily defeat Prince Zhao, they understood that Xu Han not only had such courage, but also such strength.

For a moment, fear began to spread through the crowd. Inevitably, most of the people present also cast their gazes at Mr. Lu. If Xu Han really wanted to kill them, it was obvious that Mr. Lu was their only chance of survival.

Mr. Lu naturally felt this as well. His expression became even uglier. He could only look at Xu Han and bitterly say, "Xu Han, do you really want to be so heartless?"

"Mr. Lu, what are you talking about? Didn't I give you a chance to save lives and live forever? Why don't you thank me and blame me for being heartless?" Xu Han asked with a puzzled expression. At the end of this sentence, he added, "There are only ten breaths left."

"Xu Han, aren't you afraid that everyone will poke you in the back?" Mr. Lu cursed angrily. Perhaps it was because of the panic in his heart. At this moment, Mr. Lu was no longer as calm as usual. Instead, he looked like that wicked woman who was laughing and laughing.

"I'm not afraid, but after Mr. Lu buried these tens of thousands of soldiers with you today, aren't you afraid of poking at Mr. Lu's backbone in the future?" Xu Han asked with a smile.

"You!!!" Mr. Lu's face flushed red, and he wanted to say something else.

But at this moment, Xu Han suddenly stretched out his hand. His five fingers opened, and a cold light surged in his eyes. He said, "Five breaths!"

Seeing that Xu Han's appearance was not fake, Mr. Lu finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He shouted loudly, "Everyone, don't be fooled by this thief. At this moment, he is at the end of his rope. How can you and I be separated by the thief? All of you, listen to my orders and kill this thief. I will report your merits to the Saint Emperor. When the time comes, I will give you the title of King!"

Mr. Lu said loudly, but no one responded to his words.

The warriors present weren't stupid. Xu Han was an expert who could easily slay an immortal under a horse. How could such an existence be comparable to them? Mr. Lu's words were merely hoping that they would use their numbers to hold Xu Han back with their lives and seek a chance of survival for themselves.

Thinking of this, not only did the soldiers not plan to attack again, but their gazes towards Mr. Lu became even colder.

Mr. Lu felt this, and his expression became even more unsightly. He opened his mouth to say something else in an attempt to incite everyone to risk their lives.

At this moment, Xu Han reached out his hand and suddenly clenched it tightly. Then, he took a step forward and walked over to Mr. Lu. He asked softly, "A hundred breaths have passed. Has Mr. Lu decided to sacrifice his life for righteousness?"

Facing the immortal pressure emanating from Xu Han's body, Mr. Lu tried his best to resist, but his breath was still blocked, and his lips trembled.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Xu Han raised his head and looked at the tens of thousands of soldiers behind him and said loudly, "Everyone, Mr. Lu seems to be a little reluctant. If you don't beg Mr. Lu, why not?"

As Xu Han said those words, the corners of his lips curled into a smile, but the seams in his eyes revealed an infiltrating cold light.

Those armored warriors looked at me and you with hesitation in their eyes.

"What? Are you really going to die with him, as Mr. Lu said?" Xu Han asked again. As soon as he finished speaking, the black divine sword standing behind him suddenly flew out and hung above his head. Three thousand golden sword shadows appeared. The blade of the sword was sharp, and boundless sword intent surged out, enveloping everyone.

Under such intimidation, the expressions of the soldiers froze, and the last line of defense in their hearts finally collapsed at this moment.

One after another, they knelt down on their knees and shouted at Mr. Lu…

"Sir, please die!"

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