Divine War Pill Emperor

Hearing Mr. Tu’s words,

Zhan Yang and his companions suddenly understood everything.

In that instant, Zhan Yang burst out laughing.

"Just as I thought! Haha, just as I thought."

Mr. Tu asked displeasedly, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhan Yang chuckled. "I was just thinking how you went to the trouble of getting a Fake Pill for me, and all for the Moyang Flower we acquired."

"How ridiculous. All this trouble, you’ve really gone above and beyond."

"Haha."

JinLing, Niu Tuo, and Lu Beifeng all cursed angrily, "You people are truly shameless."

"It was obviously a Fake Pill, just a trick to cheat us out of our Moyang Flower."

Mr. Tu’s expression changed drastically.

He said angrily, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"But this matter of you swapping my Spirit Cloud Pill for a Fake Pill—I will not let this rest."

Finally, Jiang Chen stepped forward.

He stared at Mr. Tu.

"Mr. Tu, is it?" he said lightly.

"You can drop the act. I, Jiang Chen, am also an Alchemist. The moment Mr. Lü took out that Elixir, I could already tell that the Spirit Cloud Pill was a Fake Pill."

"Your acting skills are impressive, but unfortunately for you, we saw through your little show a long time ago."

Zhan Yang also sneered, "That’s right. We’ve known about your scheme all along."

"To resort to such a despicable plot just to get the Moyang Flower."

"Go ahead and report this to the Mercenary Castle. Let them get involved. We’re not afraid."

Mr. Tu’s face changed again.

He looked toward Jiang Chen.

His eyes were filled with a sinister viciousness.

"You little brat. You swapped our Spirit Cloud Pill and now you have the gall to accuse us."

"It seems I’ll have to teach you a lesson today."

"If you don’t hand over the Moyang Flower, none of you are leaving."

As he spoke, numerous experts from within the manor appeared and surrounded Jiang Chen and his companions.

Now that their plot had been exposed by Zhan Yang’s group,

Mr. Tu decided to go all out.

He had to get the Moyang Flower today, no matter what.

Even if it meant taking it back by force, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Besides, their associate Li Qing had been killed on the road earlier, and they suspected Zhan Yang’s group was responsible.

Therefore, at this moment, they had no intention of letting Zhan Yang and the others go.

"Don’t make me do this the hard way."

Seeing so many experts suddenly appear—many with Martial Master Cultivation, some even at the Martial Master Seventh and Eighth Heavens—Zhan Yang and his companions’ hearts sank.

"Mr. Tu, are you trying to silence us by killing us?"

Zhan Yang was furious.

This mission, it could be said, was a conspiracy from the very beginning.

This was something that often happened when taking on private jobs.

Mr. Tu said coldly, "If you don’t cooperate, then perhaps I’ll make sure you never leave."

He looked at Zhan Yang’s group with some contempt, fully aware of their strength.

They were no match for his side at all.

And Mr. Tu himself was an expert at the Martial Master Eighth Layer Heaven.

Things had already escalated to this point.

Zhan Yang said angrily, "For acting like this, we will report you to the Mercenary Castle!"

Now it was Zhan Yang’s turn to threaten Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu let out a soft laugh.

"Heh, how amusing."

"Do you really think you can still leave this place?"

"A few little rookies like you... Hand over the Moyang Flower, and I might let you live."

There were at least thirty or forty experts in this manor.

They stared menacingly at Zhan Yang’s group.

Of course, this would be the case if it were just the four of them: Zhan Yang, JinLing, Niu Tuo, and Lu Beifeng.

Mr. Tu had clearly overlooked Jiang Chen’s presence.

Jiang Chen had been hiding his Cultivation all along.

He hadn’t revealed any of his aura.

"Hmph!"

Finally, Jiang Chen let out a cold snort.

He took a step forward.

A powerful aura erupted from his body.

"Sixth Level of Martial Master?"

Seeing that Jiang Chen actually had the Cultivation of the Sixth Level of Martial Master, Mr. Tu was stunned.

Then he suddenly sneered, "Well, kid. So the Warring States Mercenary Corps even hired an expert."

"However," he pointed at Jiang Chen and said lightly, "he’s still just throwing his life away."

He was filled with disdain for Jiang Chen.

But Jiang Chen just chuckled.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Is that so? It seems you’re really confident you’ve got us cornered."

"You use a Fake Elixir to deceive our Warring States Mercenary Corps, and now you want to turn around and bite us."

"I wonder who spoiled you so rotten."

"Today, I am going to teach you a lesson about integrity."

With that, a silver light flashed in Jiang Chen’s hand, and the Cloud Mist Sword appeared.

He stood calmly, holding the Cloud Mist Sword.

With his current Cultivation, he could even hold his own against an ordinary Martial King for a while.

Besides, the strongest opponent he faced now was just Mr. Tu, a Martial Master Eighth Layer Heaven.

The others included Martial Cultivators with only Warrior Cultivation.

They couldn’t even compare to the Purple-Haired Demon Wolf he had encountered before.

Jiang Chen had been able to wipe out over a hundred Purple-Haired Demon Wolves.

In his eyes, these people were utterly defenseless.

"Haha, a mere Sixth Level of Martial Master. He’s completely overestimating himself."

Mr. Tu sneered.

He was especially disdainful of Jiang Chen’s arrogance.

He immediately gave the order, "Go! Kill them!"

"Leave no one alive."

"Kill...!"

The experts in the manor immediately charged toward Jiang Chen and the others.

But Jiang Chen was faster, launching the first attack.

"PFFT!"

His sword was incredibly fast.

He killed one person with every strike, never lingering in one place.

In just a few breaths, more than a dozen people had died at Jiang Chen’s hand.

"How is this possible?"

"You’re just at the Sixth Level of Martial Master, how can you be so strong?"

Seeing Jiang Chen’s ferocious Combat Power, even Mr. Tu, a Martial Master Eighth Layer Heaven, was aghast.

Just moments ago, he had been looking down on Jiang Chen with utter contempt.

Now, he finally understood that this kid at the Sixth Level of Martial Master could not be judged by common sense.

The others no longer dared to surround Jiang Chen and began to back away one by one.

Everyone is afraid of death.

Now that Jiang Chen had displayed such immense strength, they were naturally terrified.

"Xiaoyu, you go."

Seeing this, Mr. Tu pointed to one of the Martial Cultivators, a Martial Master Seventh Heaven.

That Martial Cultivator nodded and stepped forward.

He grinned menacingly. "A mere Sixth Level of Martial Master is nothing but a clay chicken and a ceramic dog in my eyes."

"Die!"

After all, he was a Martial Master Seventh Heaven and extremely confident in himself.

He hadn’t even joined the fight earlier.

Now, he charged directly at Jiang Chen.

"Then why don’t you come and see if I’m really just a clay chicken and a ceramic dog."

Jiang Chen stood his ground, motionless.

His opponent charged fiercely.

The Battle Saber in his hand glinted with a cold light.

He brought the saber down on Jiang Chen in a single chop.

CLANG!

The next moment, there was a dull thud.

The man called Xiaoyu was suddenly shocked. His Battle Saber had been bizarrely knocked from his hand—it was obvious that Jiang Chen was the one who had sent it flying.

"Impossible!"

Just as he stood there in horror, a sword appeared almost instantly at his throat.

"GULP..."

Xiaoyu swallowed hard.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in fear.

"PFFT..."

Jiang Chen’s sword just pushed forward.

The Cloud Mist Sword pierced his opponent’s throat.

A single, fatal thrust of the sword.

Xiaoyu collapsed to the ground.

An expert at Martial Master Seventh Heaven, killed instantly by a single strike from Jiang Chen’s sword.

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