Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 52: Su Miaojin's Mood

The rain-soaked forest emitted a foul smell from the long-accumulated rotten branches and leaves. Several wet wild birds were about to land on the branches, but they flapped their wings and flew away into the distance.

Song Dongxi's burst tiger mouth was still bleeding, and his right hand holding the gun began to tremble, followed by his whole body trembling.

The coldness in his eyes turned into confusion. At first, he was very confident. Even though he knew that Xin Zhuo's Saber Technique and Fist Technique had reached a high level, the difference in realm and subtlety was not too great.

Just a moment ago, Xin Zhuo's Saber Technique and profound and profound heart method slightly made up for the difference in realm, but he was still slightly inferior.

He originally had the ability to defeat him!

But unfortunately, he was defeated by this Saber Technique. It was too strange, completely unlike what should exist in the mortal world. It did not follow the normal route of operation and was completely incomprehensible.

He had practiced with his master and had seen the ingenious but unskilled Wudang Sword Technique, the mysterious and unfathomable Shaolin techniques, and even the continuous and flowing techniques of the disciples of the Red Flower Sect. But he had never heard of such a bizarre Saber Technique.

Self-created?

This thought startled him.

Creating a martial arts Secret Technique could only be achieved by at least a Great Master. After all, the opening up of those mysterious and unfamiliar meridians could paralyze a person for life or even cause immediate death. Only extraordinary talents would dare to attempt it.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly stepped on the withered leaves under his feet without any warning. In a flash, his body flipped sideways and rushed towards Xin Zhuo.

But this time, he no longer aimed the spear high and straight, but instead swept it horizontally.

The shadow of the spear was like a sharp tool for harvesting, and the spear wind stirred up a "long dragon" of withered leaves, instantly reaching Xin Zhuo's feet with a majestic momentum.

"Leap spear, horizontal like a horse!"

However, Xin Zhuo only held the broken knife and chopped straight down.

"Clang!"

A harsh and intense collision splashed withered leaves and mud within a five-meter radius.

Xin Zhuo finally staggered back due to an unstable lower body.

Song Dongxi's heart moved, and he was about to flip over and stab again, aiming directly for Xin Zhuo's life.

But unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo leaped up and swiftly arrived by his side, slapping out a palm.

This palm was extremely strange, flickering and shimmering, making it difficult to see clearly. Regardless of form or intention, it was truly puzzling.

It was even impossible to tell what realm it belonged to, Mahayana? Subtlety? Transformation?

This palm technique that couldn't be figured out had no distinction of strength based on realm.

Then, Xin Zhuo's True Qi burst out, breaking through the rain curtain with his palm shadow, drawing a mysterious arc, like...

A madman or a drunkard walking?

This was no longer about realm!

The palm shadow expanded infinitely in Song Dongxi's contracting pupils. He had no idea how to dodge it, nor did he have a chance to swing his gun.

The words Xin Zhuo said on the mountain the night before, "Song Gongzi, you can chop off my dog's head," inexplicably echoed in his mind. How ridiculous was this? This thief was plotting against himself?

He almost blurted out, "Xin Zhuo, do you dare to kill me? My sect and my family..."

But it was too late!

The palm shadow heavily imprinted on his chest.

"Crack!"

After the crisp sound of bones breaking, the long spear slipped from his hand, and his whole body flew away like a piece of torn cloth, brushing against the wet branches and rotten leaves on the ground, flying towards the distance.

Along the way, the withered leaves in the mountains and forests were plowed like a harrow, leaving a horizontal groove.

"Bang!"

He heavily collided with a big tree, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "pu" sound. His face turned pale as paper, and his brain buzzed.

Xin Zhuo stood still, dumbfounded, looking at his own palm.

This palm was indeed fucking violent!

Hesitatingly, he walked towards Song Dongxi, only to see him with a foolish expression, as if suffering from severe concussion.

Xin Zhuo tried to lift his eyelids to see if he was dead. If he died, this spirit would be gone.

Suddenly, Song Dongxi's eyeballs rolled, and he struggled to open his lips. "I lost, not because of realm or skill!"

"That's right!"

Xin Zhuo nodded. Song Dongxi's marksmanship was indeed powerful, and his realm was also formidable. If he encountered Murong Xiu, he might lose miserably. If he let his guard down, he might also be injured.

But just like everyone else he had encountered before, he couldn't understand their martial arts.

In fact, Xin Zhuo didn't understand either. What kind of heartless Cultivation Technique did he have?

"May I ask..." Song Dongxi's mouth was already turning black and brown from the blood, indicating that he was seriously injured. However, as a pure practitioner, his pride and persistence forced him to ask, "What palm technique did you just use? I couldn't understand it!"

"......"

Here I am!

Xin Zhuo really wanted to make up a name, but out of respect for the other person, he calmly said, "It's called the Neurotic Dominator's Palm of Dog Strike!"

"You... are going too far!" Song Dongxi's anger overwhelmed him, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

This damn lack of recognition, it really didn't deceive you!

Xin Zhuo remained silent for a long time, sighed, picked up his gun, and dragged Song Dongxi back.

......

"You guys are too weak, is it because of kidney problems?"

Muran Xiu laughed heartily. Although his Sword Technique and Realm were weak, his kidneys were also weak. However, it was not a problem to bully four eighth-grade Practitioners. He had already injured two of them and was now facing the other two.

"Muran Xiu, you're just seeking fame and reputation, not even as good as a pig or a dog."

The round-faced woman in black retorted.

And when Xin Zhuo walked over from a distance and dropped the unconscious Song Dongxi, the battle came to a halt.

"Surrender and accept capture, or be like your young master?"

"Young master..."

"We surrender."

The four Song family Practitioners were shocked by their young master's defeat and immediately surrendered.

......

Fufeng Mansion is located in the southeast of the empire, bordered by Bazu, and to the east is the Thousand-Mile Xiongfeng Mountain. On the other side of the mountain is the Zhuyang Dabu of the tribal-style Eastern Yi Kingdom, where witchcraft and martial arts prevail and the people are fierce.

Although it is a border state capital, the transportation is developed, connecting the southern and northern fortresses. Not only do southern merchants and northern traders pass through here, but also traveling merchants from the Eastern Yi Kingdom who sell fur, bone artifacts, and jade stones. In addition, there are permanent military households.

Therefore, the city is large and bustling, with a population of over 600,000. There are seven districts in the east, west, south, and north, and twenty-one streets. There are bustling places like the banks of the Canglan River, flower towers, the mouth-watering Wangjiang Restaurant, and snack stalls, where border literati gather.

There are also various famous clothing stores, luxurious wine shops, and the Ruyi Scepter gambling house on Chunfu Street. There is also the poor area in the north of the city, where there are beggars all over the place and gangs and thieves fighting bravely in the market.

But today, everyone's attention is focused on the west gate of the city. It can be described as crowded with umbrellas and people, because the respected governor's daughter, Miss Su, who was kidnapped by bandits a few days ago, has finally been rescued!

"Miss Su, who is delicate and beautiful, was taken to the bandit stronghold. I wonder how much suffering she endured."

"I heard that the bandit king Xin Zhuo is nine feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a big mouth like a blood basin. His hair is like a dog slave from the Eastern Yi Kingdom. How could Miss Su bear it?"

"Stop talking, my heart is bleeding. I wish I could kill that dog thief!"

"Can you defeat him? I heard that all the card players and catchers were defeated. I wonder where Xin Zhuo, the star of death, came from!"

"Haha, just kidding!"

Several students from the prefectural school whispered among themselves in the crowd.

On the other side, someone said, "I heard that the Murong, Yuan, Song, and Chen families have all gone to capture Xin Zhuo. The odds at the Ruyi Scepter gambling house are still rising."

Another person said, "The Golden Hook gambling house is also taking bets, with even higher odds than the Ruyi Scepter gambling house!"

"Which family has the highest odds among the four families?" A gambling enthusiast's eyes turned red.

"Currently, it's the Song family. The Ruyi Scepter gambling house is offering odds of one to nine, and the Golden Hook gambling house is offering odds of one to thirteen!"

"Great! I'll sell my house and bet one hundred taels on the Song family. Even a poor man can become rich with a gamble!"

......

Outside, the sound of people and rain filled the air. Su Miaojin sat upright in the carriage, her slender and fair hands clasped together, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and her mood was complicated.

After being released by Xin Zhuo, someone immediately escorted her back, but she also heard about the four major families chasing after Xin Zhuo.

She couldn't explain what she felt in her heart at this moment. According to reason, once a captive thief dies, it's over. But... every moment she spent with that thief kept echoing in her mind these past few days. Those nights together, the embrace, and the helpless words at the moment of parting had deeply touched her soul.

She... suddenly didn't want Xin Zhuo to die!

She couldn't explain why.

"Miss, are you unhappy? It's all over now." Dong Ling, the personal maid who welcomed her outside the city, asked softly.

Su Miaojin shook her head slightly.

Dong Ling smiled gently and comforted, "Don't worry, Miss. The four major families have gone to chase that bandit king. They will definitely avenge you."

Su Miaojin's face tightened.

Dong Ling sensed her displeasure and thought she didn't want to mention it again, so she stuck out her tongue and said, "By the way, Miss, there's a letter from the Prince of the Southern Border!"

Su Miaojin looked at her in surprise. "Who?"

"The Prince of the Southern Border, Your Highness. Miss... your biological father. The letter is in your room, and no one dares to touch it!"

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