Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1645: Chapter 519: Consecutive Slashes, Six-Armed Blue-Faced Fiend, Tai Xu Yehuo

Beishuo must have a trump card, that’s for sure!

After all, with a legacy of over a hundred years and Yang Zhun deeply rooted in the territory of the Four Vassal States, if Beishuo City could be taken down so easily, Xia Hong would actually feel less secure inside.

Yang Zhun not showing up could be excused by his severe injuries, but it makes no sense that the Yang clan’s three Xianyang-level members haven’t come out to assist in defending the city.

From what Xia Chuan said, all blood relatives of the Yang clan were summoned to the Lord’s Hall by Yang Zhun last night. Xia Hong could almost conclude that Yang Zhun, at the end of his rope, is definitely working on some deceitful secret technique in a desperate attempt to turn the tables.

“Yang Zhun only has Jade Bone talent, but that ghostly Six-armed Bone Appearance projection is evidently different from that of ordinary people. Without a doubt, he’s likely incorporated factors of a Deceitful Object, meaning his deceitful secret technique is most probably related to Bone Appearance…”

In a moment, Xia Hong was already hovering over the Lord’s Hall at the central hub of Beishuo City. Smelling the blood scent wafting from below, a faint cold smile emerged on his face.

Fifteen years ago at the Mirror Immortal Camp, he had just broken through to Cold Resistance Level. His strength now is vastly superior; what was a second-level Iron Refining Furnace then has become a fifth-level Yangxu Cauldron now.

Xia Hong easily sensed the six Xianyang-level auras inside the Lord’s Hall below. The weakest one should be the severely injured Yang Zhun; among the remaining five, the one with the unusually weak aura must be the armless Chu Xuan Kong; the other three distorted auras likely belong to the three Xianyang-levels that fled from the north and south gates; the most stable aura stands next to Chu Xuan Kong, clearly the Chencang person who wasn’t tasked with guarding the city.

“Are you really willing to sacrifice the city gates for this show? Let’s see what you’re trying to pull off…”

After a moment of deep thought, Xia Hong was about to rush down but suddenly sensed something else, his brow slightly furrowed, halting his move.

“Lord Xia, having already seized the city, why go to such lengths to annihilate us?”

Five people flew out from within the hall, headed by an old man with a pale face and two empty sleeves hanging over his shoulders, followed by four middle-aged figures.

Hearing Chu Xuan Kong’s words, Xia Hong ignored him, his gaze slightly elevated as he glanced at the Lord’s Hall behind him, then smiled lightly: “You’re trying to buy time for Yang Zhun, aren’t you?”

Having his thoughts exposed by Xia Hong, Chu Xuan Kong’s face turned stern, coldly responding: “Lord Xia, while Great Xia is strong, when faced with my Chencang, it isn’t quite impressive. I advise you…”

“Whether Chencang is strong or not, I’m unsure. But I’m certain that many from Chencang are despicable.”

Interrupted by Xia Hong, Chu Xuan Kong’s expression faltered, realizing he was referring to the Milk Tiger Forest incident, he was momentarily speechless, unable to respond.

“How dare you! Chencang Prefecture’s honor cannot be insulted by you so easily!”

However, Chu Renjie from his side, upon hearing Xia Hong’s ridicule of Chencang, immediately shouted in anger.

Chu Qingshan followed, sneering: “The Southern Slope, a lowly place, knowing not the grandness of our feudal town, raving here…”

Whoosh!

The final word from Chu Qingshan was never uttered.

Because Xia Hong suddenly raised the Dragon Sparrow Saber, drawing a sharp edge that pierced the air, directly slashing across his neck.

Xia Hong didn’t hold back; before swinging the saber, the blood-colored Holy Pattern already appeared at his brow. With a giant force of 117 jun, even a casually struck blade was not something Chu Qingshan, with mere 8 jun strength, could withstand.

As the blade crossed the neck, Chu Qingshan’s expression didn’t change. He only felt a chill around his neck, then saw his own body, and finally his consciousness completely vanished.

“You…”

Chu Xuan Kong, Chu Renjie, and the other two Chencang Xianyang-levels were instantly dumbfounded at the sight of Chu Qingshan’s headless corpse.