Chapter 263 Zhou Zhenxiong, you old dog, get the hell out of here!

However, Lu Chuan is, after all, a man with extraordinary comprehension.

I quickly went through the "Hundred Crafts Manual" in my mind.

I already had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

So how could I possibly let go of such a great opportunity to show off?

Lu Chuan coughed twice.

He stuffed the grapes in his hand into his mouth.

Only then did he slowly lean back against the sofa.

He raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Ha ha."

"What's this?"

Hu Mei quickly came closer, her eyes shining.

"Master, please tell me quickly, how exactly do you control that halberd remotely?"

"Please teach me, okay?"

Lu Chuan laughed and reached out to gently stroke Hu Mei's pert nose.

"Heavenly secrets must not be revealed."

"What do you know, you little fox? Just watch the show."

Hu Mei pouted.

But they quickly became excited again.

He grabbed the phone from the coffee table.

"Master, I want to start a live stream!"

"Look how popular you are right now, everyone online is talking about you."

"Even a random live stream has hundreds of thousands of viewers online."

"If I were to start broadcasting now, the title would be 'The Personal Maid of the Martial Emperor of Nancheng'."

"You can definitely make a lot of money!"

"Those donations will definitely flood the screen!"

Lu Chuan was speechless.

That sly fox is really obsessed with money.

After rolling his eyes, he ignored her.

"Sit still and watch TV. No messing around."

Hu Mei gave a wronged "Oh," and could only obediently put down her phone and continue staring at the TV screen.

……

The outskirts of Nancheng.

The battle above the Twin Saints' Ruins continues.

He Taiqing truly lives up to his reputation as a veteran martial emperor.

He possesses extremely rich combat experience and unparalleled combat strength.

At first, he was indeed caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the halberd.

But after several dozen rounds, He Taiqing gradually figured out the details of this halberd.

He discovered that although the halberd possessed terrifying power, it also exuded an astonishing murderous aura.

However, its attack pattern is very simple, relying entirely on brute force to rampage.

There was none of the exquisite and varied techniques of a martial artist.

It's like a brute with immense strength but no brains.

This is because the divine spirit within the halberd has just been born and is still in a very weak nascent state, with intelligence equivalent to that of a two- or three-year-old child, and can only fight by instinct.

He Taiqing felt much more at ease.

"snort!"

"I thought it was something extraordinary."

"It was just a dead thing that had just begun to develop a little sentience!"

"You think you can suppress me with something like this? You're dreaming!"

He Taiqing sneered, forcefully suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body caused by the collision.

next moment.

They suddenly widened the distance.

He gripped the sword with both hands and raised it high above his head.

The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth frantically converged towards his magic sword.

At that moment, a blinding white light burst forth from the sword, illuminating half the sky.

"Break it!"

After a loud roar.

Unleash your strongest killing move.

boom.

A massive sword aura, hundreds of feet long, suddenly appeared, slamming into the black halberd with earth-shattering force.

"Boom!"

A loud bang.

The black halberd let out a mournful cry.

The murderous aura on the halberd was largely dispersed.

He could no longer hold on and fell straight down from mid-air.

With a "whoosh," it crashed back into the churning black mist of the Twin Saints' Ruins and disappeared.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

All the warriors in the South City stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The halberd handle of the Southern City Martial Emperor was actually defeated.

So they lost just like that?

……

midair.

He Taiqing stood proudly, holding his magic sword.

Looking in the direction the halberd had disappeared, he threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Completely vulnerable!"

"Truly pathetic!"

"The Martial Emperor of the Southern City!"

"You cowardly, hiding rat!"

"Your piece of junk has been destroyed by me!"

"Let's see how long you're going to hide now!"

"If you've got the guts, come out and fight me fair and square!"

"If you don't dare come out, you're a spineless coward!"

He Taiqing's arrogant clamor instantly ignited the anger of the martial artists in the southern city below.

A deafening roar of curses erupted across the entire wilderness.

"Bullshit!"

"Old dog, what makes you so arrogant?"

"Senior Martial Emperor didn't even show his face; that was just one of his weapons!"

"You, a dignified four-star Martial Emperor, defeated a weapon no one uses, and you still have the nerve to brag about it?"

"Exactly! They've been fighting for ages with just one weapon. If the Martial Emperor really showed up, he could smash you into mincemeat with a single slap!"

"Go back to your Taihe Province, stop making a fool of yourself here!"

All sorts of harsh curses surged into the air like a tide.

Upon hearing this, He Taiqing's maniacal laughter instantly froze.

His face also turned extremely gloomy.

It was incredibly ugly.

He knew perfectly well that the people below were right to criticize him.

He won a battle with a weapon.

There's really nothing to be proud of.

On the contrary, at this moment, he felt even more uneasy.

If a weapon is this difficult to deal with, just how strong must its owner be?

but.

What can be done?

He's now in a precarious position.

It is true that weapons can win.

But if he were to turn around and leave now, everyone would surely laugh at him for making a lot of noise but doing little, and for bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

But if we continue to stay...

What if that Southern City Martial Emperor really appears, and he can't defeat him?

Just when He Taiqing was in a dilemma.

A fat figure flew over from a distance and stopped in mid-air not far from him.

It was Zhou Zhenxiong, the president of the Jiangnan Provincial Martial Arts Association.

Seeing He Taiqing's expression, which was even more disgusting than if he had eaten shit, Zhou Zhenxiong felt incredibly satisfied.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be trying to mediate, though his tone was sarcastic and insinuating.

"Hey, Lao He."

"Look at you, why are you so angry?"

"Since the Martial Emperor of Nancheng is unwilling to see you, why force him?"

"You even managed to repel their weapons, and you've had your fill of showing off."

"Take my advice, brother, and let it go. Know when to quit while you're ahead."

"Hurry up and take your people back."

"What if the real deal actually shows up in a bit and sweeps you, the Martial Emperor, away with a single halberd strike? It wouldn't look good for anyone, wouldn't it?"

Zhou Zhenxiong's words, ostensibly meant to comfort, were actually a veiled jab.

They directly peeled off He Taiqing's face and stomped on it on the ground.

He Taiqing was already furious, and hearing Zhou Zhenxiong's words completely broke down his defenses.

He suddenly turned his head and glared fiercely at Zhou Zhenxiong.

"Fuck your mother."

"Zhou Zhenxiong, you old dog!"

"Stop pretending to be a good guy!"

"Get out of here!"

"I'm making this clear today: since he won't come out, I will destroy these two sacred relics!"

"Let's see if he comes out!"

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