With the Spiritual Eye Technique, Ziyue was able to see things far better than an ordinary person's naked eye.
In particular, his Spiritual Eye Technique had already become a magical instinct. Almost nothing could escape his insight.
Martial arts cultivation was a process of constantly strengthening one's Qi and blood.
If one knew how to restrain one's Qi and blood, it wouldn't be obvious. If one didn't know how to restrain one's Qi and blood, or deliberately didn't restrain one's Qi and blood, it would be like a bright lamp in the dark night.
At this moment, in Bai Ziyue's eyes, there was a surge of qi and blood that soared to the sky. It was really like a smoke signal, soaring into the void. Vaguely, there was a kind of sharp aura that seemed to be able to tear the air apart. Under the qi and blood smoke, it was brewing and rolling, as if it would rush out at any time.
Within the range of this aura, just by approaching it, one would feel a kind of pressure that came from the depths of one's soul. One's mind would be restless.
"The number one expert in Wujiang County, a first-class expert who is even stronger than the Faction Master, Yang Zhen."
Ziyue knew that the only person who could have such an aura in the government was Mr. Yang Zhen, who was known as the number one expert in Wujiang County.
However, what made him frown was that the last piece of golden paper was in the room of Yang Zhen, the first-class expert.
"It seems like my previous preparations were unnecessary. If I want to get the 12th piece of golden paper, I can't avoid a fight with this first-class expert."
Ziyue thought to himself. His body didn't hesitate at all. When he stepped out, it was as if he was stepping on waves in the void. He was elegant and swift.
"Which friend has graced us with his presence?
May I know what advice you have for me? "
When Ziyue was 50 meters away from Yang Zhen's room, a somewhat hoarse voice that sounded like metal colliding rang out.
Immediately after, there was a loud bang. A figure quickly rushed out of the room. Then, with a light tap, it directly rushed to the roof.
"Enemy attack!"
"Assassin!"
Yang Zhen's voice was like a wave, immediately attracting the attention of countless people in the government. The entire government office was in an uproar in an instant.
At this moment, the host souls that Ziyue had ordered to hide showed up instantly. They started to attack the guards and those who were alarmed.
In an instant, the entire yamen was in chaos.
Ziyue didn't answer. He waved his hand, and a small golden sword quickly turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.
"Spiritual Sword Manipulation? A cultivator of Immortal Arts?"
Yang Zhen exclaimed. His expression instantly turned incomparably solemn.
He quickly slashed out with his sword.
This sword seemed to have condensed the power of heaven and earth. It was as heavy as a mountain. The sword fell. It seemed slow, but it was as if mountains and rivers were collapsing. It was swift and unstoppable.
Sword Force, Sword Intent!
Compared to Scorching Sun Gang's Heavenly Blade Jiang Tao's Blade Force, Yang Zhen's Sword Force was not only more complete, it was even gradually fusing with Heaven and Earth. It was as if every sword strike carried the might of Heaven and Earth.
This was a move that he had created himself, Sword Fusion with Heaven and Earth!
In response, Ziyue raised his eyes slightly. The small golden sword that rushed out trembled in the void. At this moment, it was even more dazzling, like a scorching sun.
Chao Yang Swordsmanship!
Buzz!
The small golden sword trembled. Its speed reached a certain limit and shot out.
Puff!
The golden light flashed. The Sword Fusion with Heaven and Earth, which seemed to be able to cut everything in the world into pieces, was instantly shattered.
The small golden sword was like a hot knife through butter. It didn't stop at all.
Yang Zhen's expression changed drastically. Suddenly, a layer of dark light appeared on his body, like a layer of armor, protecting him.
Boom!
The black armor shattered in the blink of an eye and disappeared into thin air.
The small golden sword pierced right through his chest.
Puff!
A mouthful of blood gushed out. Yang Zhen's face instantly turned extremely pale. His eyes revealed a look of disbelief.
Defeated!
Defeated so quickly and so decisively.
He couldn't even withstand one sword strike from his opponent …
If there was another sword strike, wouldn't he …
He suddenly raised his head and saw the black-clothed figure opposite him with an indifferent look in his eyes. He leaped forward without any hesitation. As he stepped in the void, he directly approached him.
"It's over!"
Instantly, his body and mind turned ice-cold. The depths of his eyes were filled with despair.
Am I, Yang Zhen, going to die here today?
Ziyue used the Hundred Steps Wave Treading Technique. As he stepped in the void, the sound of wind whistled past his ears. Without even looking at Yang Zhen, he leaped into his room.
"Hmm?"
Yang Zhen's eyes were filled with astonishment.
What was going on?
Could it be that this person who cultivated the Immortal Method wasn't here to kill him?
As he hesitated, he didn't dare to move. He just stood where he was.
After leaping into the room, Ziyue scanned the room. It was extremely simple and crude. Other than a wooden bed and a few chairs, there was almost nothing else.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and beckoned slightly. The small golden sword immediately rushed out and stabbed at a certain spot on the ground.
Puff!
Immediately, several stone slabs were lifted up. In the blink of an eye, a wooden box appeared in front of him.
Boom!
The sword light flashed and the wooden box was directly opened.
Joy flashed in Bai Ziyue's eyes. Then, he drifted over and quickly rolled up a piece of golden paper.
"The twelfth piece of golden paper is finally in my hands."
Ziyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Without hesitation, he instantly turned around and rushed out of the room again.
"Kill the assassin!"
As soon as he leaped out of Yang Zhen's room, Ziyue raised his eyes and saw a group of guards rushing toward him.
These guards all raised their long spears high. As the cold light flashed, they quickly formed a simple spear formation. Their steps were neat and orderly, like a hedgehog.
"Don't be impulsive …"
Yang Zhen hurriedly shouted, but he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, blocking his words.
Ziyue's eyes narrowed. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he instantly activated a spell.
Weng!
Freezing cold descended from the sky as countless ice blades formed in the void. They were so dense that they looked like arrows that were lined up neatly.
"Immortal Master?
Run! "
Seeing this, the faces of the group of soldiers and guards changed greatly. In fear, they scattered in the blink of an eye.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Numerous ice blades flew out like a rain of arrows. Countless houses collapsed and the sound of ice blades piercing into flesh could be heard.
Ziyue's expression didn't change. He didn't even look at the effect of this spell. His figure leaped and he rushed forward.
This was because he had already noticed that figures with astonishing auras were charging towards him from all directions at an extremely fast speed.
Hundred Steps Wave Treading Technique!
The spiritual energy in his body surged. In an instant, this light body spell was cast.
Weng!
With one step, Ziyue's figure leaped and directly climbed several feet into the void. With the second step, his speed increased and his momentum was astonishing.
Third step, fourth step, fifth step …
Step by step, Ziyue didn't stop at all. He was really like the wind and lightning.
A second-rate master used all his strength to chase after Ziyue, but he could only watch as Ziyue gradually disappeared into the distance.
A third-rate master jumped out from a roof and fiercely slashed at him, trying to stop him.
However, a small golden sword flashed past as fast as lightning. With a puff, the third-rate master who was about to reach him stiffened and instantly fell to the ground.
Even if Ziyue didn't wantonly kill because he didn't want to cause too much trouble, it didn't mean that he didn't dare to kill.
A group of soldiers, each holding a bow and arrow.
Peng!
Peng!
Peng!
Arrows turned into streaks of black light and directly shot toward Ziyue.
However, Ziyue's speed was too fast. Stepping in the void, he was really like a ghost. Most of the arrows fell down powerlessly and couldn't touch the corner of Ziyue's clothes.
Occasionally, one or two arrows were about to fall on Ziyue's body, but they were all blocked by a layer of light that suddenly appeared.
Magic technique, Spiritual Light Shield!
"Who are you?
What do you think of my Immortal Pavilion? "
Just at this moment, a figure quietly appeared in front of Ziyue. It was Pei Yuanwu of the Immortal Pavilion.
Beside him, there were two other cultivators who were obviously weaker in terms of strength.
At this moment, he shouted and then pointed in front of him.
Weng!
In the blink of an eye, rays of golden light rose from all directions.
Formation!
Unknowingly, Pei Yuanwu and the others had set up a formation in front of Ziyue. It was a trapping formation!
Snorting coldly in his heart, Ziyue stretched out his hand again.
The small golden sword swept up like a graceful swan.
Boom!
The golden light of the trapping formation that rose from the formation was suddenly shattered.
On the ground, a total of eight formation discs were also shattered by the backlash of the spiritual energy.
"A top cultivator! Oh no, retreat!"
Pei Yuanwu's expression changed greatly. Without thinking, he quickly ran away.
He didn't expect that the one who stopped him this time would be a top cultivator at Level Nine of the Qi Refining Stage.
Moreover, it was a top cultivator who had obviously mastered a powerful attack method.
In front of such a strong cultivator, he, as an Immortal Master at Level Eight of the Qi Refining Stage, couldn't play the slightest role. The opponent could kill him with one sword.
Ziyue coldly glanced at Pei Yuanwu and didn't make a move in the end.
Then, he reached into his clothes and took out the Soul-gathering Flag again.
Weng!
Weng!
Weng!
Yin Qi surged. Soon, five or six main souls rose from various places in the government office and rushed toward him.
During this period, all the experts in the government office seemed to have disappeared and didn't dare to come close.
Obviously, because of Ziyue's great power, these people were all afraid.
Especially some people, after seeing that even Mr. Yang Zhen, who had reached the level of a top master, was seriously injured and was no match for him, they were even more afraid.
"In the end, I still lost seven or eight main souls."
Ziyue looked at the remaining six main souls entering the Soul-gathering Flag and sighed.
In his heart, he didn't care.
For him, these were just some low-level main souls, which were not very useful.
Then, he put away the Soul-gathering Flag and quickly left.