OBS Chapter 371: Fighting into Yunxiao Pavilion
Chapter 371: Fighting into Yunxiao Pavilion
Yun Chen walked slowly up to him and looked down at him, his eyes devoid of warmth: "Don't want to die?"
Zhao Chongshan slumped on the ground, shaking his head, his lips trembling and unable to speak.
"I can give you a chance."
Yun Chen's voice was still cold, but it gave Zhao Chongshan hope of survival. He suddenly looked up, his eyes full of pleading.
"Tell me everything you know about the Japanese monks. How many of them are there in Panlei City? Tell me everything, including their appearance and identities, without leaving out a single word, and I can spare your life." Yun Chen pressed his foot down a little more, and Zhao Chongshan gasped in pain, his face as pale as paper.
"I said! I said!"
He spoke hastily, his voice broken by fear and pain: "There are more than twenty Japanese people in Panlei City... They all live in Yunxiao Pavilion..."
Zhao Chongshan did not dare to hide anything and quickly confessed everything he knew.
Yun Chen listened to him quietly, his face as gloomy as water.
I didn’t expect that so many Japanese monks would sneak into Panlei City. I don’t know how many there are in the entire East Continent.
These bastards!
With so many people sneaking in quietly, he didn't believe there was no accomplice.
There is no telling how many scums there are like Zhao Chongshan, the Golden Butler.
"Gone?"
"That's all. I've told you everything I know." Zhao Chongshan nodded hurriedly, cold sweat mixed with blood dripping down his forehead, and he didn't dare raise his hand to wipe it.
Yun Chen looked at him, his eyes sweeping over the guards lying on the ground.
"Well...can I go now?"
Zhao Chongshan looked at Yun Chen with hope.
"I just said I'd spare your life. When did I say I'd let you go?"
Yun Chen looked at him with a sneer, and the next moment his eyes turned cold. He raised his hand and a golden light shot out.
The golden light was extremely fast and instantly penetrated Zhao Chongshan's scapula and nailed him to the broken wall behind him.
Then Yun Chen waved his hand, and golden spiritual power suddenly burst out from his palm.
Zhao Chongshan only felt a heart-wrenching pain in his dantian. The spiritual energy that was originally circulating in his body collapsed in an instant, as if all support was taken away. He collapsed limply against the wall, unable to even make a complete scream, and could only squeeze out a tiny whimper from his throat.
"you……"
"Although I promised to spare your life, destroying your Dantian and severing your spiritual veins is the punishment you deserve. Do you have any objections?" Yun Chen withdrew his hand, his tone calm, as if he had just done something very ordinary.
"No...no!"
Zhao Chongshan's pupils dilated and he looked down at his hands.
The hand that once could gather spiritual energy and control the power of a city was now trembling weakly.
He knew that he was completely finished. Not only did he become a prisoner, but he also lost the most basic foundation of a monk. From then on, he could only live like an ordinary person, in fear and regret.
Yun Chen didn't bother to look at him again. He turned around and shouted coldly to the outside of the courtyard: "Where are the people from Tianji Pavilion? Keep an eye on this person. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several dark shadows quickly rushed in from outside the courtyard, bowed respectfully to Yun Chen, and then stepped forward to tie up Zhao Chongshan tightly with special chains and dragged him aside to guard him.
"I'll leave this to you. Tell Lin Yue to send these people back to the Divine Thunder Palace and hand them over to Elder Lei. Also send the child I brought back with me. Next, it's time to settle accounts with those bastards."
Looking at those people, Yun Chen gave an order and then turned around and left the house.
Originally, he was ordered to investigate the purpose of the Japanese monks sneaking into the East Continent. Now he has found out that it is the Thunder Pattern Jade Box from the Divine Thunder Palace.
Logically speaking, his mission was completed, and the Dao League would be responsible for tracking down and dealing with those Japanese people.
But Yun Chen felt that since he had encountered them, he had the responsibility to get rid of them.
Not to mention other places, but he must deal with those Japanese monks in Panlei City.
Now that he has alerted the enemy, if he waits for the Taoist Alliance to deal with it, those people may move their base, and he will have to waste time investigating again.
Anyway, for him, as a Daxia person, killing the Japanese is his duty.
Coming out of Butler Jin's house, Yun Chen curled up the corner of his mouth with a sneer, then crushed a communication jade talisman, and spiritual power carrying the command was transmitted into it.
"Notify all secret agents in Panlei City to immediately block off the old alleys in the east of the city. No one is allowed to enter or leave. Anyone wearing black clothes and wearing a jade pendant with a snake pattern will be killed without mercy!"
This was a message to Lin Yue. He was ordered to investigate the Japanese monks. All the power of the Divine Thunder Palace could be used by him, and the Tianji Pavilion was naturally no exception.
The jade talisman flashed slightly, and Lin Yue responded.
After putting away the jade talisman, Yun Chen raised his eyes and looked towards the east of the city, with a colder light in his eyes.
The more than 20 Japanese monks in Yunxiao Pavilion must not be allowed to escape.
As he moved, the golden spiritual power wrapped around him and turned him into a stream of light, passing through the streets of Panlei City.
The people along the way only felt a gust of wind blowing on their faces, but when they looked up, they couldn't even see anyone, so they thought it was an illusion.
In just half an incense stick of time, Yun Chen arrived at the old alley in the east of the city.
The entrance to the alley was quiet. Two red lanterns hung under the eaves of Yunxiao Pavilion, emitting a strange red light in the twilight.
As soon as he approached, he sensed the faint fluctuations of spiritual power coming from the attic, mixed with the crisp sound of metal colliding.
It seems that the Japanese inside have become alert and are making preparations.
"You are more alert than I thought." Yun Chen sneered, raised his hand and condensed three golden wind blades. With a flick of his fingertips, the wind blades shot towards the doors and windows of the attic like arrows.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After three loud bangs, the wooden doors and windows of Yunxiao Pavilion were instantly chopped into pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere.
The Japanese monks in the attic were alarmed, and more than a dozen black figures instantly rushed to the door, holding Japanese swords and pointing them at Yun Chen. The leader had a scar on the left cheek, and he was the Sato mentioned by Zhao Chongshan.
"A monk from the Palace of Divine Thunder? How did you find this place?" Sato's eyes were vicious, his hand holding the Japanese sword tightened, and black spiritual power surged around him.
Yun Chen was too lazy to waste time talking to him. The golden spiritual energy around him suddenly surged, covering the entire attic like a large net: "Dead man, you don't need to know."
Before he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards Sato.
Seeing this, Sato hurriedly swung his sword to block. The Japanese sword collided with Yun Chen's condensed spiritual power palm, and a sound of metal clashing was heard. The blade was instantly covered with cracks.
"Impossible! How can your spiritual power be so strong!"
Sato was shocked. He was in the late Jindan stage, and Yun Chen was so young, looking like he was only in the early Jindan stage. How could he be so powerful?
Yun Chen didn't give him a chance to react. He increased his spiritual power in his palm, shattering the Japanese sword directly and slapping him on the chest.
Sato spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the beam of the attic and dying on the spot.
When the other Japanese monks saw their leader being killed, they immediately lost their composure and rushed forward with their swords drawn.
Yun Chen's expression remained unchanged. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the golden spiritual power around him transformed into dozens of tiny wind blades, shooting towards the crowd.