CHAPTER 347: CHAPTER 347: HE HIMSELF IS THE MASTER!

The muscles under the skin seemed to roll like a python. Zhu Haomiao’s slender figure suddenly swelled, and the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand erupted with a destructive blood-colored flame.

Bang!

The long sword and the giant axe clashed fiercely, exploding into a spherical white mist in mid-air.

Almost simultaneously, various knives, spears, swords, and halberds fell upon Zhu Haomiao, tearing through a layer of transparent Gang Qi as thin as a cicada’s wing, and a string of dazzling golden-red sparks shot out from his dark and dim brocade robe.

The Great Perfection Realm [Constant Star Melting Furnace Body Tempering Technique] fused with the divinity-condensed black brocade with gold inlay, materializing Extraordinary Power and manifesting into dark gold scales covered with bizarre patterns.

The majestic and luxurious black brocade seemed to come alive, as if countless dragons and snakes were coiling around the youth, guarding the untouchable great existence like stars surrounding the moon.

Only now did Zhu Haomiao’s priority-developed defensive strength reveal its terrifying nature.

The indestructible Extraordinary Power, combined with a [Body] attribute as high as 126 points, rendered even the elite Second Grade captains among the Imperial Guard unable to break through this desperate wall to harm the youth’s body.

Slashing away the enemy in front of him with one sword, Zhu Haomiao charged recklessly under attack from all directions, like a heavy Tank.

On the other side, seeing the youth’s tyrannical and brazen power, Zhao Jing’s eyes nearly popped out.

Withstanding the siege of a group of Second and Third Grades, he forcibly broke through the battle formation?!

What is this?!

It was only then that he suddenly realized he and his grandfather had underestimated the enemy.

It wasn’t that Li Lin had a master behind him; he himself was the master!

But then, an absurd feeling of being unable to accept reality surged in Zhao Jing’s spirit, feeling the whole world had become unexpectedly unfamiliar and incomprehensible.

Fifteen years old and a Second Grade?!

No!

Seeing him crush the Imperial Guard, with axes and halberds hitting him as if scratching an itch, standing completely invincible!

No ordinary Second Grade Martial Artist could possibly have his terrifying defensive power!

Only a First Grade Martial Artist specializing in Horizontal Training Technique and elevating it to the extreme could achieve such an unconquerable situation.

But...he’s only 15!!

Even reviewing the history of thousands of years, no such monster has appeared on the Shen Zhou Land!

On another side, after slaughtering for a long time, Zhu Haomiao found himself still surrounded in the center.

The formation formed by these Imperial Guards was extraordinarily mysterious, constantly changing with his movements, engulfing him like a meat grinder, continually wearing down his strength.

Perceiving his [Qi] depleting like floodgates opening, Zhu Haomiao frowned, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Originally wanting to play with you as an ordinary person, only to find you pushing your luck...

Won’t let me go?

Then I won’t go!

This is what you brought upon yourselves!

He looked up at the sky, the boiling killing intent in his heart soaring to the clouds, yet the chaotic and elusive heavenly secrets not only failed to suppress this impulse, but even conveyed a subtle sense of aligning with heavenly destiny, causing the youth to put down the last trace of worry and reveal a grimly evil smile.

Swoosh~

Turning his head, his sharp gaze pierced through layers of obstacles, precisely locating the stunned Third Prince, the murderous look like an ice pick stabbing into the soul, instantly waking him from shocked confusion.

"He wants to kill me, protect the prince! Protect the prince!"

Amidst the sharp screams, Zhao Jing stumbled away with a few elite Imperial Guards escorting him, while the remaining guards formed layers of defense, blocking Zhu Haomiao.

"You are all the pillars of [Da Zhen], I am reluctant to kill, step back..."

Holding the treasure sword sideways, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the circle of black-armored Imperial Guards surrounding him and murmured softly.

Yet without the slightest wavering, these guards stared at the youth like robots, their cold eyes only full of unwavering battle intent.

"You all are truly..."

With complex emotions, Zhu Haomiao sighed, slowly raising his gaze, terrifying divine light blossoming from the depths of his pupils.

"Stubborn and obstinate!"

...

Huff huff~

Rolling and crawling back to the Taihe Palace where bodies piled like mountains, Zhao Jing saw that figure standing before the giant cauldron and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief, a sense of security surged back into his heart.

"Please save me, sir!"

"Hmm? I’ve handed the Imperial Guard’s defection over to you, who in and outside the Imperial City could still be your match?"

The mysterious figure shrouded in a hood slowly turned back, a trace of impatience in his tone.

Detecting the other’s mood, Zhao Jing tearfully complained.

"There’s a monster!"

Upon saying this, Zhao Jing disclosed the entire situation with Li Lin, hearing which, the mysterious figure raised an eerie smile.

"It’s Him... the son of the Dragon..."

After whispering self-talk, the mysterious figure looked at Zhao Jing and asked with a light smile.

"Did you bring your little sister to be killed?"

"No... No, somehow that Li Lin used some Evil Magic to make her disappear!"

"Tsk tsk, that makes it difficult... your family’s blood is still a bit short..."

As he spoke, the mysterious figure looked up at the several-meter-tall Bronze Giant Cauldron in front of him, gently stroking the intricate patterns on the cauldron’s foot, meaningfully mumbling.

"Your father, your siblings, combined are not enough to sever this Heavenly Destiny, just a bit short..."

Strange dark red blood flowed like a living thing along the patterns of the cauldron, seeping into the interior bit by bit, dyeing the mountains and rivers engraved on the cauldron body in ominous blood red.

"So... how about you endure a little grievance to help me cut off this Cause and Effect."

"Ah?"

Before he could understand the mysterious figure’s words, Zhao Jing suddenly shuddered, unbelievably slowly lowering his head, seeing a blood-soaked hand pulling out from his chest, with five fingers clutching a steamy, throbbing heart.

"You... Your Majesty..."

An indescribable agony assaulted the soul, Zhao Jing clutched his chest staggered two steps back, watching the mysterious figure crush the heart, countless blood-colored mist particles rose and merged into the giant cauldron.

Buzz buzz buzz~

The giant cauldron, as towering as a mountain, started vibrating violently, the symbolic projection of concepts manifesting into reality, shaking the mountains and rivers across millions of square kilometers of [Da Zhen].

Heavens shake and earth tremble, dragons and snakes rise to the land!

The entire nation seemed to usher in an apocalypse, countless citizens scurried like headless flies, even various hidden sects in Jianghu were alarmed, worriedly gazing up to the nine heavens.

In the Spiritual Vision visible only to a very few people, a giant silhouette of a Bronze Giant Cauldron covered the sky, the ancient and vast heavy force enshrouded the world, suppressing everything like the ever-unchanging Sun.

But at this moment, an evil and bizarre dark red emerged on the surface of the Bronze Giant Cauldron, eroding the patterns on its body bit by bit, severing its link with this world.

Finally, the shadow of the Bronze Giant Cauldron shattered completely, evoking a sense of inexplicable loss and sorrow in everyone’s hearts, as if they had lost some vital thing imperceptibly.

Simultaneously, a faint understanding emerged in the observers’ minds.

[Da Zhen] has lost its cauldron, and the whole world will vie for it!