Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 22 Women are troublesome

Chapter Twenty-Two: Women Are Troublesome

Liang Yongqing's meaning was clear: use his powerful Golden Core stage aura to suppress Chen Guo, and then let the horde of corpses tear her to pieces.

"You shameless woman! If you've got the guts, come down here and fight me!"

Chen Guo's face turned pale with anger. She tried to stand up, but once a cultivator reaches the Golden Core stage, they have already transcended the realm of mortals. Their cultivation level advances by leaps and bounds, making them a level stronger than her Heartbeat stage cultivation. Even if she tried her best to straighten her body, she couldn't move her hands and feet.

The horde of zombies was getting closer and closer, and it looked like they were about to raise their weapons.

"Die, hehehe..." Liang Yongqing chuckled sinisterly, his eyes filled with cruel excitement.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a soft, cold snort came, startling Liang Yongqing so much that his three corpses almost flew apart.

"Who?" he roared, and as he looked up to search for the enemy, a bolt of lightning shot towards him...

Liang Yongqing was terrified and hurriedly ducked to avoid the lightning, which flashed past his head.

Then, a figure leaped down from the tall sand dune, grabbed Chen Guo by the back of her collar, and jumped onto another sand dune with her.

"It's you?"

Liang Yongqing looked at Zhuo Yang with surprise and doubt. Judging from that bolt of lightning just now, the other party's cultivation level was far more than the ninth grade of the Yellow level. He was also hiding his strength!

Damn it, are all cultivators this shameless nowadays? They're all like misers, hiding their cultivation levels extremely well!

A surge of hatred welled up within him, and Liang Yongqing growled, "Zhuo Yang, do you want to die too?"

Zhuo Yang wasn't hiding his cultivation level; rather, it had advanced by leaps and bounds. He raised his head, reached out with his large hand, and a bolt of lightning flew from the sky, which he firmly grasped in his hand—it was the Dragon Pattern Sword.

"A flying sword?" Liang Yongqing was surprised again.

Those who can use flying swords must be at least at the Golden Core stage. How could Zhuo Yang, who is so young, possibly be able to do it?

"Of course not." Zhuo Yang smiled calmly, pointing his long sword at Liang Yongqing. "In my opinion, those who use flying swords are all cunning people. They only dare to hide in the distance and launch sneak attacks, completely abandoning the courage and ambition that a cultivator should have."

"Therefore, I have always preferred close combat!"

After saying that, he leaped into the air and lightly thrust his sword into the sky.

When Liang Yongqing heard that Zhuo Yang wanted to fight in close combat, he was overjoyed. Before he could even feel smug, he saw Zhuo Yang thrust his sword at him.

That sword strike seemed to gather the boundless righteous energy of heaven and earth, advancing relentlessly, extremely powerful, and with infinite pressure, yet the figure was also incomparably graceful.

"Waaaaah..." Liang Yongqing had a feeling that he couldn't dodge it, so he shouted anxiously. At the same time, he pulled out a short stick with a metallic sheen from his sleeve and smashed it at the long sword that Zhuo Yang was thrusting at him.

With a soft "clang," the metal struck, but the sound was like that of a musical instrument being played.

The two figures paused for a moment in mid-air. The short stick had already broken in two, and the dragon-patterned longsword pierced directly through Liang Yongqing's chest.

"Why...why is your sword so sharp?" Liang Yongqing asked, his face full of resentment. He threw aside the short stick and grabbed the dragon-patterned sword that had pierced his chest with both hands.

"I never explain to a dying man!" Zhuo Yang said calmly, and with a flick of his longsword, Liang Yongqing screamed and fell to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, almost like a rain of blood.

The horde of corpses below, drenched in blood, became even more excited, their teeth chattering more and more frequently.

Zhuo Yang looked down at the ground, intending to make Liang Yongqing suffer the consequences of his actions in the same way.

However, the next moment, a violent explosion occurred beneath Liang Yongqing, and the shockwave instantly blew away a large group of mummies. Zhuo Yang, who was in mid-air, was also affected and drifted far away.

The moment the explosion occurred, a figure leaped into the air and, using the force of the shockwave, darted hundreds of meters away in a few leaps.

"Zhuo Yang, I will avenge this sword wound!"

The roar came from afar, causing Zhuo Yang's brows to furrow slightly.

I was careless; I didn't expect Liang Yongqing to have a magic weapon for escaping.

"I underestimated mortal cultivators," Zhuo Yang murmured to himself. "Consider this a lesson. Next time, I will emulate a lion hunting a rabbit and go all out!"

After the shockwave from the explosion subsided, the horde of mummies gathered once more and began climbing up the dune, their target being Chen Guo at the top.

Zhuo Yang cast aside his distracting thoughts and landed beside her.

"Thank you for saving me." Chen Guo forced a smile, a rare blush appearing on her usually cool face. She lightly tossed her long hair, her mature and sophisticated aura returning, making her both charming and alluring.

Zhuo Yang nodded in acceptance and asked, "Didn't you find Teacher Cui and the others?"

Chen Guo immediately showed a surprised expression, her confidence severely shaken.

Am I not pretty? Those sleazy men, aren't they all trying their best to get close to me?

Could this guy be...?

Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhuo Yang said in a deep voice, "You're not seriously injured. The horde of zombies can't stop you. Break through on your own!"

After saying that, he leaped into the air and flew towards another tall sand dune several hundred meters away.

"Hey!" Chen Guo reached out, but couldn't grab Zhuo Yang.

She was completely bewildered as she watched Zhuo Yang's back leap across the sand dunes, quickly turning into a tiny black dot. Enraged, she took her anger out on the dried-up corpse that had climbed up.

"What are you pulling?"

"I have never been so...humiliated!"

"I'm furious!"

They ruthlessly chopped the mummified corpse into pieces, each cut feeling like it was aimed directly at Zhuo Yang.

That's how women are. When they're the center of attention, they don't care about men at all. And when men aren't attracted to their beauty, they can drive themselves crazy with anger.

……

The desert was vast and boundless. Zhuo Yang stood with his hands behind his back on a tall sand dune, his body motionless despite the wind and sand blowing.

"Squeak!"

Little Diao poked its head out of the backpack and held up a writing board: "Master, what should we do if we can't find the array's core?"

This desert maze is really a headache. It seems like every place is the same, and there's absolutely no place that looks like the key to the formation.

Zhuo Yang glanced at it and smiled, "It's alright."

Xiao Diao looked anxious, but still wrote neatly: "Should we try to break through the maze directly?"

Zhuo Yang chuckled and said, "How could that be? We're already trapped in a maze. To break through it from the inside, my cultivation level would have to be far higher than the one who set it up."

"What should we do?" Little Diao clung to Zhuo Yang's shoulder, looking like he was about to die from the sun.

Zhuo Yang pondered for a moment: "We may have fallen into their trap. Who says the core of the formation has to be dead?"

"A living array core?" Xiao Diao was so surprised he almost poked a hole in the writing board.

Zhuo Yang said dismissively, "A small trap, but it works well enough to deceive the vast majority of cultivators."

He leaped into the air, his body seemingly riding the wind, soaring straight into the sky.

High in the air, looking out, all you can see is still desert, seemingly endless.

True flight requires at least the cultivation level of the Golden Core stage, but Zhuo Yang's true essence is abundant, making short-term flight entirely feasible.

Zhuo Yang used his Demon Eyes and, with his exceptional eyesight, spotted several black dots—the horde of zombies chasing after the treasure-hunting team's companions.

There are three locations in total, with the largest black area in one of them containing at least two or three thousand black dots.

"I want to see what exactly this living core of the formation is!"

With his true energy surging, Zhuo Yang took a deep breath to calm his mind, then leaped downwards, like a meteor streaking through the sky, leaving behind a trail of white vapor a hundred meters long.

With a deafening roar, an unusually large explosion suddenly occurred amidst the surging horde of corpses on the ground, sending sand and dust dozens of meters high into the air, and all the surrounding mummies were thrown into the air.

"what happened?"

Soaked in sweat, Cui Yi, who was still protecting his companion from the mummified corpses, looked up in surprise.