241 Since There's A Bird That Stands Out, He Doesn't Mind Getting Rid of it First

The soul-absorbing technique was not only used to capture the soul but it could also be used to communicate with the subconscious. The former was forced, and the damage was huge. The latter was a passive skill and was almost harmless. After an unknown period of time, He Chuan retracted his finger. Following that, Qin Yuntian's body shifted slightly before he slowly opened his eyes.

State Duke He. I I'm still alive Am I dreaming? Qin Yuntian opened his eyes and asked in disbelief.

Of course, you're still alive. He Chuan laughed.

Duke He, please do not go after The White Tiger Grand Sage Meng Ao. His powers are too terrifying. He is already a saint cultivator. You are no match for him. Qin Yuntian suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said

Oh, old General Qin, how can you be so sure that this Duke is not his opponent? He Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You are not in the mortal realm yet. How could you be Meng Ao's opponent? Now the Xiongnu Tribe has surrounded the city, and we can not escape anywhere. We'll die sooner or later. Qin Yuntian said, very disappointed.

There are variables in this world, and this was not yet the end! He Chuan said with a smile.

Duke He, did you break through to the mortal realm after a year of closed-door cultivation? Qin Yuntian's eyes widened.

He knew that Duke He never bragged. Since he was so confident, he must have reached the mortal realm. At this moment, a strong hope was born in his heart. Perhaps, Duke He could really save the Great Zhou Dynasty once again. I guess so.

He Chuan smiled. At this moment, a domineering voice rang out from outside the capital. It resounded through the sky like a shadow, suffocating the millions of people in the capital. Xiongnu Iron Cavalry, hear my order! Break into the capital and kill all the dogs of the Zhou Dynasty! Immediately after, a tsunami-like howl echoed. It was the brutal cries of the millions of Xiongnu people.

The Xiongnu people are about to attack the city. Qin Yuntian's face turned pale. This was because he knew that the royalties, the soldiers, and the common people would all suffer a destructive massacre once the capital was breached.

Moreover, the voice contained a terrifying sense of oppression that was suffocating. This was the power of the mortal realm. Just his voice alone could intimidate a saint cultivator. He was almost unable to resist. He had experienced this feeling of powerlessness and despair before.

With this Duke here, the Xiongnu people won't be able to do anything for long! He Chuan laughed. Following that, he grabbed Qin Yuntian and flew away, quickly landing on the highest building in the Imperial City.

From here, one could see the entire capital city clearly, even the outside of the capital city. A flood of millions of Xiongnu soldiers could be seen outside the city, and it was suffocating. At this moment, the morale of the entire capital's army was at its lowest. It wasn't just the pressure from the one million cavalries.

The aura of the mortal realm was also constantly shrouding the capital. That would be the most fatal. High-ranked grandmasters and saint cultivators couldn't even unleash their full power, so they had to constantly bear the suppression of the pressure of the mortal realm.

Using the pressure of a mortal realm warrior to oppress our Zhou Dynasty's Warriors. He's bullying the weak. This Meng Ao is too much. He Chuan shook his head. In the next moment, he directly released the power of the mortal realm. It spread out and enveloped the entire capital city, repelling the pressure of The White Tiger Grand Sage Meng Ao. At the same time, a calm voice sounded in the sky above the capital.

Meng Ao, are you trying to bully the Great Zhou Empire for not having any mortal realm cultivator? He Chuan's calm voice resounded through the sky, shaking the entire Xiongnu people.

He Chuan's voice echoed in the air.

This was the sound of supreme pressure, as terrifying as a mountain that weighed ten thousand pounds. This was the terror of the mortal realm. With just a question, the aggressive Xiongnu people were scared to the point they didn't dare to continue being arrogant. This was a powerful strength.

This voice also encouraged the entire Zhou Dynasty.

After being humiliated for so long, it was finally something that could make the people, soldiers, and ministers of the Great Zhou rejoice.

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He Chuan was like a shot of cardiac stimulant. While everyone was overjoyed, they also saw hope for the future.

This was something that had never happened before.

At this moment, the haze over the entire capital city had dissipated.

The experts of the Zhou Dynasty were also shocked. This powerful aura was definitely not the aura of The White Tiger Saint, Meng Ao. As saint cutivators, they were very sensitive to such auras.

Now that the Zhou Dynasty had a saint cultivator, it was simply too shocking.

This is so praiseworthy! He Chuan! I've been waiting for you for a long time! If you are willing to become a member of the Xiongnu people, I will spare these people's lives from the Great Zhou Dynasty! Meng Ao said calmly as he sat in the carriage.

I'm afraid I'm no longer fit to be a member of the grasslands. You've killed too many people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I'm not going to forgive you, He Chuan shook his head and sighed.

This is not a big deal. As long as you are willing to let go of your hatred, the whole world will still be ours! Meng Ao smiled.

He Chuan, on the other hand, could vaguely feel a hint of killing intent.

This killing intent was extremely obscure. If He Chuan's cultivation hadn't increased, it would have been difficult to sense it.

What a glib tongue!

B*stard, why The White Tiger Saint need to kill you himself? I'm enough to kill you! The brawny man Meng Ao said.

He was now at the peak of the ninth-rank saint cultivation realm, only one step away from the mortal realm.

He Chuan lowered his head and took a sip of tea. The sword on Qin Yuntian's waist suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Meng Tian, who had just entered the capital.

Since there was a bird that stood out, he didn't mind getting rid of it first.

Swish! A blazing sun suddenly appeared three meters above Meng Tian's head. It shot out a dazzling white light and emitted a strong heat. The surroundings were instantly baked. The scorching sun was as large as a wheel, its radiance reaching far into the sky. It illuminated Meng Ao, He Chuan, and the entire capital city. It was so bright that Qin Yuntian could not open his eyes.

In front of the scorching sun, the sword in He Chuan's hand seemed insignificant. Meng Tian's eyes glowed with anger as she was about to roar. He had never expected He Chuan to be the first to attack. He had been prepared to make the first move. As soon as he made a move, the eighteen saint cultivators of The White Tiger Palace would rush in to help, and He Chuan would die without a doubt. He didn't expect to be one step late and for He Chuan to beat him to it.

The sword silently streaked across the scorching sun and the space between his eyebrows. It was like a hot knife cutting through butter, and everything was silent. The blazing sun disappeared. The entire capital became dark.

He Chuan opened his eyes and looked at Meng Ao, who was tongue-tied and wanted to roar but couldn't make a sound. Meng Tian's face was filled with unwillingness and anger. His eyes were wide open, and the divine light in his eyes had been extinguished. He had turned into an angry Vajra statue.

This was a statue with an imposing aura. Although it was still, it gave people the feeling that it was channeling its power to launch an attack containing a strong impact. He Chuan suddenly disappeared.

He suddenly disappeared. When the eighteen saint cultivators of The White Tiger Palace climbed over the city walls and rushed into the city. All they saw was Meng Tian, who was motionless.