Chapter 138: Chapter 77: Old Man, Where Do You Want to Go? (Subscription Requested)_6
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As long as he entertained that thought, the Breaking Ban Pill emanating from his body would become insubstantial, until it completely vanished.

Cheng Guang immediately dismissed the idea.

Otherwise, he could just let Qian Siyuan swallow the Breaking Ban Pill, and carry him along the path of strength by sheer force.

But now, that was not an option.

Qian Siyuan, at the Eighth-Rank King Realm, had strength that barely reached the Second Rank Physique Realm at this moment. Even Cheng Guang, with a slight use of Qi, could kill Qian Siyuan.

If this was the case for Qian Siyuan at the King Realm, it seemed there wouldn’t be much of a problem for Qiu Zhiman, the Old Man either.

Before coming here, Cheng Guang had already swallowed a Breaking Ban Pill. The Qi inside his body, which felt as if it was shackled by countless chains, was slowly flowing through his meridians.

As a Martial Artist of the Physique Realm, Cheng Guang’s body had been constantly infused with Qi day and night, and was not something ordinary Martial Artists could compare with.

But even so, it was very strong.

Qian Siyuan didn’t know this.

He came along this time purely because he couldn’t put his mind at ease regarding Cheng Guang, not knowing what Cheng Guang was still relying on at this moment.

When the restrictions first appeared, Qian Siyuan’s heart was already completely on edge.

He learned from Cheng Guang that many black-robed men suddenly appeared on the island, slaughtering officials in the Central Loft.

He had already prepared himself to fight to the death for the Princely Heir.

Instead, the Princely Heir told him that he didn’t need his protection at all. Instead, he just needed him to help hide the Martial Academy students, while he and Bai Shuxuan would confront the black-robed men alone.

Crazy!

Qian Siyuan’s first reaction was that this was madness!

Not to mention Cheng Guang and Bai Shuxuan, even Qian Siyuan himself, together with all the members of the Bureau of the Lamp, would definitely not be a match for those black-robed men.

The opponents could use Qi, and their Cultivation Realm was the same as theirs, or even higher.

Even if they added the numerous Martial Academy students to fight together, they would at most just tire out the black-robed men a bit.

But…

Qian Siyuan had not anticipated that once Cheng Guang had made a decision, it would not change.

Cheng Guang simply revealed his plan and instructed Qian Siyuan to execute it.

Even though Qian Siyuan was a Martial Artist at the Eighth-Rank King Realm, a person who had long held a high position, in front of Cheng Guang at that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of inferiority.

It wasn’t a gap in status.

It was a difference in mentality.

Cheng Guang was very confident, so confident that Qian Siyuan felt it was inconceivable.

After hesitating for a long time…

After Cheng Guang left, having given his instructions to Qian Siyuan, and was about to head back to the Central Loft, Qian Siyuan immediately led all members of the Bureau of the Lamp and followed.

Now, watching the many black-robed men sprinting swiftly, charging towards himself and the others in an instant, Qian Siyuan also let go of the worries in his heart and engaged in a fierce fight with the black-robed men.

At this moment, there was no one else by Cheng Guang’s side.

One of the black-robed men noticed this scene and thought he was about to achieve great merit. His eyes instantly lit up, and wielding a knife, he charged towards Cheng Guang.

Bai Shuxuan noticed this, but couldn’t extricate herself, her jade-like hand fending off the attacks of several black-robed men around her.

The attacks of these black-robed men were sharp and forceful, and although Bai Shuxuan’s demonic power wasn’t much restricted, her strength was still affected under the restrictions, and she was somewhat overwhelmed by the attacks from several black-robed men.

She could only watch Cheng Guang helplessly.

At this moment, not only Bai Shuxuan was paying attention to Cheng Guang.

Qian Siyuan, who had just burst out to fight the black-robed men, also twitched his eyes slightly.

At this moment, Emperor Zhou, Empress Wei, the Court officials, and all the envoys watched the projecting images in silence.

They too didn’t understand why Cheng Guang would suddenly appear here.

Even less could they imagine.

Why Cheng Guang would come back to fight.

Did Cheng Guang believe, that he and the Bureau of the Lamp could defeat those black-robed men?

Even if they could, he himself didn’t need to come over at all.

Why take the risk?

Many appeared to be chiding Cheng Guang for his youthful recklessness, but all were deeply concerned for Cheng Guang’s safety.

Cheng Guang’s decision was very rash.

Because…

If the Bureau of the Lamp lost, if they didn’t win the fight…

Everyone here would have to die.

Of course, they also knew that even if the Bureau of the Lamp did not actively attack, the black-robed men would still take the initiative to attack.

The more they could extend the time, the better.

Perhaps they could hold on until Zhao Jin broke the restriction.

There were still three hours left until the restriction would be lifted.

Just hold on for three more hours, that would be enough.

Above the court, the officials watched the projecting images with bated breath.

Cheng Zhihai was also the same. Seeing the black-robed man charge towards Cheng Guang, who was without any protection at his side, his fingers instantly clenched together. Although his nails weren’t sharp, he still forcefully dug them into his own flesh.

A few droplets of fresh blood flowed out.

The situation before him left him feeling not the slightest bit of pain.

And just when he almost couldn’t bear to watch any longer…

He saw within the projecting image…

Cheng Guang, without turning his head, threw a punch.

Bang!!

The vast Qi inside him circulated, and with a punch that carried a glimmer of starlight, it instantly landed on the black-robed man who was about to approach him.

Even before getting closer, the black-robed man was blasted dozens of steps away.

He hit the side wall and lay there, his life or death unknown.

Upon witnessing this scene…

The already silent Imperial Palace hall…

Became even quieter at this moment, as if space itself had frozen.

The officials were stunned.

The Princely Heir was that powerful?

Many officials appeared not to believe the scene before them, still in disbelief, they rubbed their eyes.