System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 65: Siege

With the momentum of the waves, embodying the might of the sea.

Gu Qianqiu surged with waves all around, a mighty force moving everything around him, the ground quaking with each step he took.

Wielding tremendous strength, he struck fiercely at Chu Yan.

Facing this tsunami-like Gu Qianqiu, Chu Yan was like a lone boat on the sea.

As the waves rose and fell, he could be overwhelmed at any moment.

However, as Chu Yan’s eyes lifted, everything around fell silent.

The tsunami calmed, and the raging waves smoothed.

Even the torrential rain seemed to stagnate at that moment.

Drop by drop, suspended in mid-air... the night was cold and dark as ink, the sea tranquil and undisturbed.

Gu Qianqiu’s pupils suddenly contracted:

"Silent Sea of Myriad Nights..."

This was the final move of the Valley of Myriad Nights’ secret technique, Anger Tide Technique, the Silent Sea of Myriad Nights, breaking through countless waves!

Once this move was unleashed, the martial arts of the Valley of Myriad Nights bore no secrets before the opponent.

Bam!!!

A hand grabbed Gu Qianqiu’s head, lifting him completely off the ground:

"Trash is still trash...

"Given the chance, you are still useless.

"According to the original plan, I shouldn’t have appeared today.

"Celestial Dance City falls tonight, and you... even for this Silent Sea of Myriad Nights, should have bowed to us.

"What a pity, even in such circumstances, utterly defeated.

"Putting hope on you all is simply... laughable."

Chu Yan lifted Gu Qianqiu, his voice devoid of any emotion, colder than the desolate rain-filled night.

A red glow emanated from his palm, and Gu Qianqiu screamed miserably.

His body shriveled bit by bit, turning into streams of inner breath that flowed into Chu Yan’s body.

"Kill... kill me!!!"

Gu Qianqiu suddenly shouted angrily:

"Damn it... don’t let me die at the hands of such a traitor!!!"

Wu Ganqi seemed to awaken from a dream, stepping forward, the Forty-nine Forms of the Executioner’s Axe condensed into one strike.

He swung down from the air, shattering everything in its path.

But it didn’t strike Gu Qianqiu; it aimed at Chu Yan!

Faced with this overwhelming axe, Chu Yan merely squinted slightly, raised a single hand suffused with a bloody hue, and caught the axe hard in his palm.

At that moment, a depression appeared beneath Chu Yan’s feet, followed by a thunderous roar, and a crack a foot wide extended from where he stood, snake-like, tearing through a wall ahead.

Yet at this time, a sword appeared at the back of Chu Yan’s neck.

In a single breath, it could pierce his throat.

But just as the sword light crossed the void, the person in front vanished.

For no apparent reason, like a flicker of wind, a ’flash’ revealed ’brightness’.

After that initial sword, there was that ’flash’.

In a flash, everything disappeared at present.

Upon reappearing, Chu Yan stood a yard away, still holding Gu Qianqiu.

The sword strike missed, and Wu Qianhuan couldn’t believe his eyes.

This should have been a sure hit!

First came his father’s Executioner’s Axe, then his own Xiaoyue Guhan Sword; how did he dodge it?

"That body technique... it’s Tang Xi’s body technique!"

Wu Qianhuan instantly thought of the body technique Tang Xi used at the Chu Family back then.

The same flickering, the same mysterious unpredictability.

Only Chu Yan’s cultivation was clearly far above Tang Xi’s.

His speed was faster... to an unbelievable extent!

"Tang Xi’s body technique? To be honest, this body technique was taught by me to Tang Xi; he only grasped the bare bones of it."

Chu Yan smiled slightly, looking at Gu Qianqiu in his hand:

"Want to die? Dying by my hand is your honor!!"

The red glow in his palm intensified, and seeing Gu Qianqiu about to be completely consumed by this demon skill, Chu Yan suddenly felt a flicker before his eyes, as if a sword light passed.

Followed by a lightness in his hand, suddenly all that remained in his palm was a human head.

It seemed this demon skill could only affect the living, as the red glow dissipated completely from his hand.

Chu Yan’s eyes darkened, his gaze landed on a figure clad in black, wearing a white mask.

"What a fast sword."

His voice was low, his eyes flickering with unpredictable light.

Chu Qing held the Cyan Night Sword.

This sword was given to him by Wu Qianhuan, so before Wu Ganqi acted, he returned the sword to him.

Things given by Celestial Dance City, would not be taken back for any reason.

His gaze settled on Chu Yan:

"What a fast body technique."

When Wu Ganqi saw Gu Qianqiu beheaded by Chu Qing with one strike, he couldn’t help but sigh lightly:

"Dying under the Cyan Night Sword is better than dying by such demonic hands."

He lifted the Executioner’s Axe, stepping forward:

"Goodbye, old friend; we’ll send this villain to meet you in the afterlife."

Wu Qianhuan first glanced at Chu Qing, pondering internally, if it was Chu Qing who struck just now... could Chu Yan still have dodged?

Chu Yunfei set Chu Fan aside; earlier, to avoid hurting Chu Fan, he forcefully took Chu Yan’s palm force, which stirred his inner breath and inflicted considerable internal injury.

Chu Tian reached out to support him; Chu Yunfei lightly shook his head, waved his cyan robe, and walked slowly to Wu Ganqi’s side.

Meanwhile, other experts gathered in the City Lord’s Mansion also stepped forward, subtly encircling Chu Yan.

Chu Yan took all this in, a sneer flashing in his eyes:

"Wu Ganqi, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. Bow to my Celestial Evil Cult now, and I can promise you a bright future."

"Hahahaha!!!"

Wu Ganqi laughed wildly:

"In my life, I seek not to bow to heaven and earth, but to be true to my heart.

"Who gives you the illusion that I, Wu Ganqi... would bow to the likes of you—evil heretics!?"

Chu Yunfei didn’t speak, just nodded lightly, clearly in agreement.

Those around showed not the slightest dissent to these words.

"Good, good, good."

Chu Yan nodded slightly:

"Pathetic ants, wishing to defy the heavens... not knowing this is a path to death!!"

Saying this, he turned his steps, his form flickering; unexpectedly, he was already at Wu Ganqi’s front.

A hand strike thunderously fell.

Wu Ganqi raised his giant axe, sweeping it horizontally, attacking against attack!

Chu Yan’s form flickered, stepping on the axe’s blade, kicking directly at the face.

Wu Ganqi reached out, feeling as if he grasped not a human ankle but a fierce dragon.

Easily breaking through the restraint, but with this obstruction, his head tilted, causing the kick to miss its mark.

However, Chu Yan followed through with a downward strike, with a bang, Wu Ganqi’s heavy body fell to the ground.

Watching as Chu Yan reversed his palm, intent on taking Wu Ganqi’s life.

The shadowy Cyan Void Palm was already at hand!

Cyan Void Palm!