Li Tianqing felt an extreme tension, too late to reach out and grab him, he cursed silently, "Damn."
He couldn’t care less, immediately got up, and followed Chen Shi, running frantically.
While running hard, he activated the Armored Horse Talisman on his legs and at the same time mobilized the Divine Embryo.
The Six Yin Jade Wheel Technique had already been activated, the six jade wheels revolving and flying around him silently and dangerously.
But his heart suddenly sank.
He finally knew why Zhao Ziyu and those maids seemed so relaxed.
Ahead of them, about a mile away, there was a temporary camp with many guards in brocade robes.
It seemed that Zhao Ziyu and the others were heading for this camp, and the guards there must have been Zhao family’s people.
"With so many guards in brocade, it indicates that not only was that young master from the Zhao family here! There must be other high-level members of the Zhao family too!"
His mind raced, immediately thinking about the recent demon transformations.
"These people from the Zhao family are mostly related to the demon transformations! The Zhao family has been operating in Xin Xiang Province for years, edging out other clans’ influences. Their goal has been the True King’s Tomb in Qianyang Mountain. The appearance of the Evil Bodhisattva might be connected to them, and perhaps even released by them!"
His heart grew more frightened.
If Chen Shi assaulted that young master from the Zhao family, and if any Zhao family experts saw it...
"No, he might not even get past the maids! I have to save him!"
Throwing caution to the wind, he lunged forward, but even with the Armored Horse Talisman activated, Chen Shi was getting farther away from him.
The camp was fairly large, occupying about four to five acres, with various-sized Mongolian yurts.
At this moment, Zhao Yanlong, the Master of Xuanying Mansion, was standing on a table. The reason he was standing on the table was that he had entered a kiln factory, which affected him and turned him into a porcelain doll.
Standing on the table with him were Zhao Minrou, the second daughter of the Zhao family, and their surviving younger brother, Zhao Yanchu.
Beside the table was his youngest brother, Zhao Yanliang, who had not entered the kiln factory and had thus avoided the calamity, remaining in his normal human body without porcelainization.
Although Zhao Yanlong had caused the appearance of the Evil Bodhisattva and this demon transformation, the elite forces the Zhao family brought were nearly half intact, not all lost at the kiln factory. Thanks to his father and two uncles covering their retreat, they managed to preserve most of their force. More were lost during the demon transformation, leaving behind a little over a hundred people now.
Apart from the thirteen Zhao family descendants, the rest were maids and guards in brocade.
Despite the tragedy, Zhao Yanlong, though grieving, still forced himself to encourage, "Brother Six, Minrou, don’t worry. I, the Zhao Family Head and the governor of Xinxiang, assert that with the Zhao family’s three other major branches, along with the many strong figures from Xin Xiang Province, we will definitely eliminate the Demon Domain and rescue us. You two relax and await good news."
Zhao Minrou and Zhao Yanchu, also turned into porcelain dolls, could understand him, but Zhao Yanliang couldn’t.
Zhao Yanchu laughed, "Elder brother, Zhao Ziyu has impressed me these past few days. Normally, he was flirting and teasing women everywhere. Now that the family is in trouble, he has actually become serious. These few days I am to stay in the camp and keep watch. Without Ziyu going out to find food, we probably wouldn’t have lasted until now."
Zhao Ziyu was the eldest son of Xuanying Mansion. He was once a prodigal son, and Zhao Yanlong didn’t eldest son at all, greatly preferring his second daughter and third son.
However, his second daughter had now turned into a porcelain doll, never to change back in this lifetime, and his third son had died in the countryside.
What delighted Zhao Yanlong was that his eldest son, Zhao Ziyu, had finally shown insight and started taking on family responsibilities, which made him very happy.
Although happy, he always maintained humility and laughed, "This child, although somewhat capable, was previously too lazy. Luckily, it’s not too late for a prodigal son to mend his ways."
Just then, the voices of guards in brocade were heard outside, "Master, the eldest young master has returned!"
Zhao Yanlong was quite delighted and laughed, "The boy has come back so early; it seems he has made a good catch."
Looking towards the outside of the camp, he saw Zhao Ziyu and eleven maids walking towards them, each carrying a piece of spiritual beast meat, weighing about twenty to thirty pounds.
The other Zhao family descendants and the brocade guards in the camp all had smiles on their faces.
The spiritual meat that Zhao Ziyu and others had brought from their outing meant they could hold out for a while longer.
"With Ziyu here, we can certainly endure until the rescue from the provincial capital," Zhao Yanlong laughed.
His laughter had not yet faded when suddenly he saw a figure like a dragon, galloping down the hillside, charging directly toward Zhao Ziyu and his group!
Zhao Yanlong’s face changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm, "Ziyu, be careful!"
Chen Shi was charging at them!
In a few strides, his speed escalated to the peak, crazier and wilder than a runaway horse, almost reaching behind Zhao Ziyu and the eleven maids as they just heard the rushing wind!
His qi-blood was surging. He threw a punch that landed on the back of one of the maids’ heads, the tremendous force almost making her fly, her brain shaking violently, blood flowing from her seven orifices, her body crashing into the few other maids in front.
Chen Shi, with a short sword in his backhand, while sending the maid flying, swiftly slashed at the neck of another maid nearby, then reversed his hand to cut across her throat.
The maid had just turned her head, meeting the blade perfectly.
Chen Shi continued without stopping, his figure charging forward to meet the maid responsible for watch, his left hand thrusting and slashing with the short sword, thrust left, slash right, then thrust left, slash right again.
The maid had turned around, and as she did, he thrust left into her chest and slashed right across her throat, thrusting into her liver and spleen, and slashing open her stomach!
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