Chapter 21: The True Dragon's Seven Kills

  "Dad, I'm fine." Bai Qi struggled to get up, his internal organs were bleeding, but his meridians were not injured.

  Bai Jian withdrew his gaze, there was someone above the clouds, and very close. Unfortunately, he couldn't fly that high, otherwise he would have beheaded that Qi cultivator to vent for his son.

  "Are you guys all right?" Bai Jian asked.

  "It's okay, Uncle Bai."

  "It's nothing!"

  Three people answered in a flurry, being able to be asked by Bai Jian is an honor. The image of Bai Jian among the warriors is like that of a deity. Today, I personally saw Bai Jian take action, and this life is not in vain.

  Bai Jian stretched out his hand and pressed it against Bai Qi's chest, injecting his own innate gaseous energy. This strand of gaseous energy was originally a killing intent, but in Bai Jian's hands, it transformed into a gentle caress that directly entered the internal organs to repair Bai Qi's wounds.

  For a moment, Bai Qi's injuries improved by more than half, and his innate yuanqi also started to circulate, allowing him to move freely. What surprised him was that his father could use the aura to heal wounds, which was indeed a divine technique.

  "Get up, can you fight?"

  Bai Qi nodded, Bai Jian unsheathed the long sword from his waist and handed it to Bai Qi, saying: "You were involved in the incident at Qin Ge Pavilion. Is there any connection between that place and today's events?"

  "Qin Ge Fang and the Alchemists are colluding." Bai Qi naturally didn't want to let Qin Ge Fang's people off. This was probably one of the industries operated by the Alchemists' sect, and it wasn't uncommon in the capital.

  "Alright, follow me to settle this Qin Ge Fang." Bai Jian said, holding his spear and heading towards the small alley where Bai Qi and others had escaped. Refiners could fly, but even in the capital, they still needed to rely on powerful equipment. Without it, there was little difference between refiners and warriors.

  Bai Jian couldn't just let it go like this, if he hadn't passed by the south of the city and discovered Bai Qi using the True Dragon Seven Killings Gun Technique's aura, his son would probably have been killed. This Refiner was so arrogant, if he didn't counterattack, next time, they might even besiege the White Manor.

  In Bai Jian's heart, taking down this Qi Refining cultivator was no big deal. Next, he still had to capture the people related to him, and anyone who got involved would not be spared.

  The Taoist in the sky originally wanted to leave, but after hearing Bai Jian's words, he couldn't help but lower his body to a height of over 20 zhang above the ground and said to Bai Jian: "Duke Guo, spare those who should be spared. White Gongzi is unharmed, do you still want to continue killing?"

  Bai Jian smiled, this Taoist was a talented person with a face like jade, sporting jet-black whiskers and an air of elegance between his eyebrows. Under the Taoist's feet, a cluster of green cloud energy swirled around his soles. This was the foundation of his flight; without it, even a Golden Elixir cultivator would find it difficult to fly in the capital.

  A distance of twenty zhangs, even a strong crossbow can easily shoot, this Taoist is also too confident.

  Bai Jian didn't even bother to waste words on this Taoist. What's the point of sparing someone when they're already doomed? If he hadn't come himself, his son would have died for nothing. Did he really need to wait until Bai Qi was dead before taking revenge?

  Bai Jian ignored his useless words and suddenly stabbed the Taoist priest with his long spear.

  The Taoist was in the air, Bai Jian on the ground. As soon as the spear stabbed out, Bai Jian had already flown up. He wasn't a Qi Refining Master, but his Broken Army Seal Qi had been cultivated to the level of Innate First Rank. A distance of twenty zhang was no different from facing each other for him.

  The Taoist didn't expect Bai Jian to make a move so quickly. His lips trembled slightly, and a red long sword flew out, meeting Bai Jian.

  A warrior, how long can he stay suspended in the air? The Taoist's mouth corner revealed a cold smile, it seems that this White Jian's name is not matched with reality, with Qingyun boots present, himself cannot help but be too cautious.

  Pfft!

  Bai Jian's figure split in two, dodging the red long sword, and a spear pierced the throat of this Taoist. The red long sword flashed in mid-air, shattering Bai Jian's illusion.

  A wisp of black smoke emerged from the top of the Taoist's Tianling.

  Bai Jian coldly smiled: "Disband the troops?"

  On his long spear, the suddenly bursting aura transformed into seven white dragons, pouncing forward and swallowing the black smoke in an instant.

  The surrounding hidden Qi Refiners were shocked, no wonder the elders of various sects did not allow them to take action in the capital, this Duke's martial skills could completely destroy a Qi Refiner.

  The deceased Taoist, already a peak cultivator in the Golden Elixir stage, was on the verge of forming his golden elixir. However, in front of Bai Jian, he died with just one move, and even his successfully cultivated yin spirit couldn't escape. What's most terrifying is that this yin spirit didn't simply flee from its body; the technique of "Bing Jie" made it almost impossible to attack, but at the same time, any attack would also find it difficult to harm the separated soul of the Bing Jie practitioner.

  Could it be that Bai Jian has already cultivated to the level of a Land Sword Immortal?!

  The cultivators were truly terrified this time; this kind of death would completely lose the possibility of reincarnation.

  Some were terrified, others were enraged. The Taoist had his own sect members. Seeing his fellow disciple die, from a high building far away, a sword light broke through the air and flew over, rushing straight at Bai Qi. That person also knew that wanting to kill Bai Jian was impossible, this flying sword was meant to take Bai Qi's life.

  "Die without regret!" Bai Jian's long spear stabbed down fiercely, with a "ding" sound, a sword pellet fell to the ground. The sword pellet was white in color, shining brightly, and after falling to the ground, it bounced twice before shattering into pieces.

  The cultivator who had made the move saw White's sword break through the air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his forehead. The wisp of divine soul that was attached to the sword dissipated, and the cultivator was severely injured in an instant.

  Bai Jian's body was still suspended in mid-air at this time. He twisted his body, and the long spear in his hand trembled. The seven green dragons reappeared, but this time they frantically absorbed the rainwater that filled the sky and earth, swelling to a length of over thirty zhang before pouncing in all directions.

  Seven green dragons each chose a place for a Qi Refiner to hide.

  The body of the Azure Dragon was too massive, and with this one pounce, the high-rise buildings on both sides of the long street were completely pulverized. The cultivators hiding inside didn't even have time to react before they were blown to smithereens by this single strike.

  Wang Fang and others watched with their eyes wide open, no wonder Bai Jian could slaughter the 80,000 elite soldiers of the Heavenly Wolf King, this kind of martial skill is already similar to that of a god.

  The rain stopped unknowingly, and Bai Jian finally landed on the ground, looking at the corpse of the dead Taoist.

  "Dad, let's go back." Bai Qi said, his father's previous move was not so gentle, and he might not have much strength left now. If they delayed any further, who knows what kind of trouble would arise.

  Bai Jian nodded, and in a fit of anger, he unleashed the True Dragon Seven Kills, indeed consuming more than half of his innate Qi.

  Hundreds of feet away, on a dilapidated small building, the doors and windows had long been shattered. Two Qi-refining cultivators were lying there, completely devoid of dignity. It wasn't until Bai Jian and the others had left for over an incense stick's worth of time that these two surviving Qi-refining cultivators cautiously stood up.

  One of them had a dark complexion and a decent appearance, but his expression was somewhat wooden. The other one, a Taoist priest wearing a red robe, still had a look of terror in his eyes that hadn't dissipated.

  The black-faced Taoist had a jade sword hanging from his waist, and his black Taoist robe was already wrinkled beyond recognition. His expression didn't change much from start to finish. Seeing that Bai Jian really left, he finally spoke up, asking the red-robed Taoist, "Brother, are you sure what you saw wasn't wrong?"

  "Absolutely right! That is Yu Guo Gong's son, and the weapon in his hand must be the Inverse Scale Spear!"

  "That's right." The black-robed Taoist still looked numb, but suddenly drew out the jade sword from his waist and stabbed it into the heart of the red-robed Taoist. After killing his fellow disciple, the black-robed Taoist let go and retreated directly.

  The red-robed Taoist was shocked and bewildered, covering his wound with his hand, not daring to pull out the sword. The jade sword had already pierced his heart, but a cultivator like him might not die from such a severe injury; however, if he pulled out the jade sword, he would definitely not survive.

  "Junior brother!" The red-robed Taoist's mouth was filled with blood, he couldn't understand how his junior brother, who had always been taken care of by him and was as timid as a mouse, could strike against him.

  "Everyone who saw the Inverse Scale Spear was killed by Bai Jian, only you and I are left. If you die, no one will know this secret for the time being. Brother, thank you for taking care of me all along, so rest assured, your soul won't scatter."

  The Taoist in black said, taking out a pale green bead about half the size of his fist.

  The Taoist in red robe was suddenly frightened and his teeth chattered, making a "heh heh" sound.

  "Master's younger brother... spare me!"

  The Taoist in black robes still had a wooden expression, and he said to the Taoist in red robes: "You can pull out the sword yourself, once it's out, there won't be any more pain."

  "You! You! Cough..." The red-robed Taoist couldn't speak, his throat was already filled with blood. At this moment, he knew that begging for mercy was useless, and he had misjudged the person.

  His heart was filled with regret, this junior brother had been disliked by their fellow disciples since he joined. It was only through his own efforts that he had managed to survive in the sect. He had merely wanted an extra pair of hands, without any ill intentions. However, he had ended up blind to reality and helped someone he shouldn't have, leading to his current predicament.

  Hmph...

  The red-robed Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood, and he grasped the blade of the jade sword with his hand, forcing himself to say: "Zhu Que, I was wrong about you!"

  In one sentence, the red-robed Taoist forcefully pulled out the jade sword that had pierced his heart, and the blood in his body began to burn fiercely. He didn't want his soul to enter that pearl, the White Bone Buddha Bead, which was Hell itself.

  "Blood Burning Technique?" The black-robed Taoist, called Zhu Que, smiled slightly, his eyes still dull and expressionless. He changed the magic spell in his hand and retreated backwards. A blue cold frost flew out from the jade sword, extinguishing the flames that were spraying out from the red-robed Taoist's body.

  In the blink of an eye, the body of the red-robed Taoist had turned to ashes. The flames that couldn't be extinguished were all trapped within his flesh, burning his soul clean along with it.

  In Zhu Que's eyes, he had no secrets. The dying struggle was just to let his soul be completely free.

  Seeing his senior brother's thorough death, Zhu Que finally felt at ease. He bent down to pick up the jade sword that had fallen to the ground and carefully put it back in its scabbard. Looking at the Na ring on his senior brother's hand, which was also destroyed, Zhu Que shook his head regretfully. In the entire sect, only four people possessed a Na ring, and his senior brother was one of them. He had originally thought about getting his senior brother's wealth, but unexpectedly, his senior brother, who usually seemed foolish, showed determination at the moment of death, leaving him with no benefits to gain.

  If I had known this earlier, I would have beheaded him first.