Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 92 Breaking into the Enemy's Lair

Chapter Ninety-Two: Storming the Enemy's Lair

"So what are you planning to do, go and cause trouble for Li Changshou directly?" Chen Guo glared at Zhuo Yang, then laughed first, before trying to put on a serious face, her expression strange.

She continued, "There are quite a few cultivators on this ship, as well as more than two thousand ordinary people. If a major disturbance occurs, can you handle it?"

Zhuo Yang feigned surprise and said, "Who said I was going to confront him head-on? He's a late-stage Golden Core expert. He might sink this ship if things go wrong."

"Then what do you want to do?" Chen Guo quickly asked.

"I haven't decided yet." Zhuo Yang shook his head. "The auction is at nine o'clock tonight. We still have nine hours. We can think about it slowly."

"You...you still haven't made up your mind?" Chen Guo was completely speechless. She stared at Zhuo Yang for a long time, then got up and left angrily. "You can think about it slowly. I'm going back to catch up on my sleep!"

I originally wanted to go swimming and maybe tempt Zhuo Yang a little, but now I'm not in the mood for it at all.

Chen Guo prefers to act according to plan and is very dissatisfied with Zhuo Yang's last-minute cramming.

The beautiful woman left. Zhuo Yang picked up his glass of red wine, swirled it a few times, and sneered with narrowed eyes: "Just a mere late-stage Golden Core cultivator, do you really think I can't deal with you?"

After leaving the restaurant, Zhuo Yang easily extracted the address of Cheng Danian and his group from the room attendant using a stack of RMB. Then, he controlled the fluctuations of his true energy to find their residence.

The door to the luxury suite was tightly closed. Zhuo Yang leaned against the wall by the door, using his exceptional hearing to listen for any sounds inside.

Unfortunately, all he heard was in a foreign language, which made him gradually frown.

However, there were still some gains. Li Changshou's voice could be heard inside the room, and there were no other fluctuations of true energy, indicating that he was the only expert there.

According to intelligence, there are three foreign experts guarding the treasure. Is Li Changshou one of them?

"If someone acts alone, then I will take them down one by one!"

With a cold snort, Zhuo Yang smirked, turned around, and kicked open the door.

The door opened wide, startling everyone inside. They all turned to look at the room and assumed defensive stances.

The six bodyguards, Cheng Danian, the translator, and Li Changshou—everyone was present.

Two of the bodyguards were seriously injured. Upon seeing Zhuo Yang, they couldn't even maintain their defensive stance, and their faces were pale. Cheng Danian and the translator were also seriously injured, sitting in their chairs, unable to stand up, their faces filled with astonishment.

Zhuo Yang waved to them: "Hello everyone, I'm back again!"

"It's you!" Li Changshou's old face trembled with anger. "You actually dare to come here? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to make a move on the ship?"

"I knew you dared." Zhuo Yang's face turned cold, and he snorted. "That's why I came to your door. The challenge has already been sent to you. Do you dare to accept?"

Li Changshou was furious, but he held back, thinking to himself, "Does he want to fight me? This is on a cruise ship with thousands of ordinary people present. If things get out of hand and too many ordinary people are injured, isn't he afraid?"

For a moment, he deeply suspected that Zhuo Yang was cheating.

"Old man, are you afraid to fight?" Zhuo Yang provocatively asked indifferently, clearly intending to provoke the other party.

Li Changshou took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "It's just a matter of accepting the challenge. I have more than a dozen wandering souls of Heartbeat Stage cultivators under my command. I don't need you!"

"Then let's go!" Zhuo Yang chuckled lightly, a flash of lightning behind him, and a dragon-patterned longsword appeared in his hand.

The sword's edge points diagonally at the ground, its spirit soaring straight to the heavens.

Li Changshou narrowed his eyes, watching Zhuo Yang's every move. His hands were not idle either. The moment he straightened his hand, a pale yellow light flashed, and a uniquely shaped longsword appeared in his hand.

Unlike the common Chinese swords, this longsword has a thick but relatively short blade, about 60 centimeters long. The handle is simple and unadorned, with a roaring tiger head pattern.

"The Hundred Luo Blade?" Zhuo Yang asked coldly.

"Tiger's Roar Thousand-Edge Blade!" Li Changshou grinned maliciously, pointing his long blade at Zhuo Yang. "This blade has killed twenty-one Chinese cultivators; you will be the twenty-second!"

Zhuo Yang sneered, "Didn't you ever think about what would happen if the longsword bit its master?"

Li Changshou roared in fury, "Who lives and who dies will be found out in a match! Take this!"

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a swing of his longsword, a pale yellow blade aura, carrying boundless momentum, rushed straight towards Zhuo Yang.

Where the blade passed, the solid wood floor was cleaved in two, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Zhuo Yang narrowed his eyes, leaped aside, and entered the suite's living room.

Immediately, he swung his sword in what appeared to be an ordinary straight thrust.

His swordsmanship was self-created. When he drew his longsword, he would seize the righteous energy of heaven and earth, resolute and without regret, as if everything in the world would be shattered by that single point of cold light.

Li Changshou was startled. Without thinking, he grabbed Cheng Danian and threw him into a bedroom. Immediately afterward, he slashed out fiercely with his long sword, while three sword energies rushed fiercely towards Zhuo Yang.

"break!"

Zhuo Yang let out a low roar, and the dragon-patterned longsword trembled rapidly, its dragon roar shaking the heavens and the earth, piercing straight into one of the blade energies.

With a deafening roar, a figure was thrown back by the powerful shockwave and crashed into the wall.

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhuo Yang's mouth, and he could only stand by leaning on his sword, but his expression was very excited: "As expected of a Golden Core stage expert, your true essence is indeed powerful!"

Li Changshou brandished his sword in front of him and sneered, "You're only at the Heartbeat stage, yet you dare to challenge me to a fight? Who gave you the guts?"

Zhuo Yang straightened up and said proudly, "As a martial artist, one should become stronger when facing stronger opponents. How can one lack the courage to draw one's sword?"

With a flick of his longsword, he thrust out another sword.

Li Changshou judged Zhuo Yang's cultivation level and looked down on him even more. He snorted coldly, raised his long sword, and slashed fiercely.

A pale yellow blade aura, even more powerful than the previous three, pierced through the floor and the ceiling, seemingly unstoppable, and crashed into Zhuo Yang.

"Well done!"

Zhuo Yang became even more excited. He roared, swept his longsword back in mid-air, and then swung his hand to deliver a palm strike.

Thunder in the Palm!

A flash of lightning contracted in his palm, and the next moment a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl bypassed the sword energy and struck Li Changshou.

Zhuo Yang dodged to the side, avoiding the blade's energy.

Li Changshou, however, had a sinister look on his face and struck out with his palm to meet the lightning.

A pale yellow mist appeared in his palm, which instantly triggered a massive explosion when lightning struck.

The shockwave shattered all the windows, and the furniture in the suite was also destroyed. The six bodyguards and translator were blown away by the shockwave and stuck to the wall, severely injured and unconscious.

The shockwave shot out along with the door, startling a crew member who had come to investigate after hearing the loud noise. He fell to the ground and then ran away as fast as he could.

"Cough cough..."

Zhuo Yang wasn't much better off. He spat out a mouthful of blood and could barely stand, but his clothes were ruined and turned into a ghillie suit, making him look like a beggar.

"You're not bad to have withstood one of my Gale Palm attacks." Li Changshou chuckled sinisterly, then walked step by step toward Zhuo Yang.

Judging from the looks of it, the next move will be fatal.

Hehe, hehe.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang lowered his head and laughed.

Li Changshou was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes and asked in a sinister voice, "You can still laugh? Don't you know you're about to meet your King of Hell?"