Chapter 1112: Chapter 619: Kill Without Mercy (Double-Length)

Qin Qingluo walked past at that moment, without a hint of pause. To avoid alarming her, Chen Yi did not look too much, but felt a vague unease in his heart, thinking it was the fear of his identity being exposed, leading to trouble.

Suddenly, cries of kill and fight erupted from within the ancestral temple. Chen Yi quickly sensed something was amiss. In a daze, he smelled a faint scent of blood and heard strange, incoherent murmurs.

Without thinking, he rushed in, with Peak Stepping Cloud.

She had Glazed Light on her, so she didn’t need rescuing; no matter how many assassins, they couldn’t harm her life. Chen Yi didn’t have time to think about this further; actions preceded thoughts. Seeing her safe, a sense of "hero saving beauty" bubbled up in his heart.

At that moment, the woman by the Prince’s side turned, a fierce wind surged, her golden sleeves stained with blood, billowing wildly.

She gave him a deep look, with a slight hint of disappointment in her gaze.

Afterward, hatred surged up.

Chen Yi darted over, stopped slightly and said without pause, "I’m here to save..."

Before he could finish.

A giant blade swung horizontally towards him.

Chen Yi’s words were abruptly cut off. The force of the blade was terrifying, abruptly interrupting his speech, as an official puppet blocked him like an iron tower. This swing alone could split mountains and break the earth.

The mighty sword gang crushed down as if his head wasn’t being split but shattered, life or death at hand. Chen Yi was not panicked; he suddenly drew his sword, and his overwhelming Sword Intent instantly enveloped the surroundings.

The sword edge sliced along the sword gang, bursting into a string of brilliant sparks.

The suddenly gathered Sword Intent World collided with the official puppet, whose armor trembled, and thick blood vapor steamed like in a steamer.

The blood vessels entwining the armor swelled up, the sword gang surged, and where metal clashed, a dragon-like force struck. Chen Yi leapt backwards, looking again, as blood mist billowed around the official puppet, it burst outward, forcefully ripping Chen Yi’s Sword Intent World apart.

Chen Yi’s pupils slightly contracted. Even though he had fallen in rank due to severed meridians and his vital energy was not as before, his Sword Intent remained, and the world still stood firm. But now, one colossal iron tower of a being tore it apart. Recalling past memories, he recognized it as the official puppet Zhu E had revealed.

These so-called official puppets, without soul or thought, were just like marionettes. And yet, the method of creating these marionettes a hundred years ago caused bloody storms in Jianghu, enticing both Righteous Path and Demon Sect alike. The reason? Simply that these puppets are made from martial artists of very high Martial Arts Realm, retaining thirty percent of their power, adept at slaughter, and can be passed down for three or four hundred years.

What is gained must be paid for, and the method of forging official puppets is extremely malicious, so vile it harms heaven and reason. It requires stripping a master’s skin, cutting into their viscera, all while keeping them conscious, maintaining their Martial Intent until it coagulates fixed within iron armor. Because of this, this method and its sect were eradicated a hundred years ago by Wu Buxu, then the Sword Saint, thus completely annihilated. Ironically, contrary to impressions, the creators were not the Demon Sect but a proper major Buddhist sect.

In the following hundred years, as time passed, seas dried and fields turned to mulberry, slaughter in Jianghu never ceased. These official puppets were either damaged or treated as heirlooms in family sects, ultimately fading from sight. Extinction is extinction, but it does not mean obliteration. The official puppet before them was forged by the Qin Family ancestor. It is said that after being deployed to Southern Border, a Great General volunteered to be forged into it, protecting the Qin Family for four hundred years, tearing skin and slicing viscera without a scream of pain, leaving a puppet with mighty killing power, retaining fifty percent of its former power, a one-in-a-million existence even among its kind.

This person’s life level was Second Rank. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Chen Yi breathed out, reassessing the situation. Despite the complexity, he understood: it was not the anticipated assassins’ rampage, Prince in peril, but a mere hunt, as the ambitious woman Prince cast a vast net, trapping those with dissenting hearts.

He laughed bitterly to himself; perhaps from the start, Qin Qingluo never needed him in this unnecessary act.

Instead... he entangled himself.

While pondering, for reasons unknown, a slight sound drifted to his ear, stirring a strange sensation in Chen Yi’s heart. He wanted to listen closely but couldn’t pinpoint its source.

Was it the low murmur?

The assassins fought desperately to escape, yet before the official puppet, they were like straw, swept and shattered by the gigantic blade as if it were a door plank, severed limbs and anguished screams filling the ears. This iron monster crawled from the underground was nothing short of a killing machine, releasing blood steam from its armor gaps, smelling of sulfur and iron, each step trembling the ground.

After sweeping away the lives of the assassins like ants, the official puppet stamped its foot, and with unimaginable speed for its massive size, charged forward.

One blade.

Instantly appearing before Chen Yi as if in a flash.

He could feel the cold blade almost grazing his nose, the gusts scraping his cheeks.

Yet he still sidestepped, Heavenly Eye open, his eyes shimmering.

"Boom!"

The giant blade viciously struck the spot he just stood. The iron-hard blue brick ground split like tofu, rubble shooting in all directions, dust enveloping, air surging, flapping Chen Yi’s robe loudly.

However, narrowly escaping this deadly sweep, a sharper, more concentrated killing intent already attacked from nearby behind like maggots clinging to the bone! An icy sensation surged from his tailbone to the top of his head!