Chapter 235 - 182: Yu Wenjing Captured, Eastern Wilderness Demon Race Revolts

In the crowd, Zhao Fuhu had been waiting for quite some time.

When he caught sight of Yu Wenjing, his eyes lit up—she was indeed strikingly beautiful, with a clear, ethereal quality, and she was, after all, the Empress of Great Yu, of noble status.

From head to toe, she exuded an air of dignity and majesty.

Even Zhao Fuhu, as an Immortal Master, found himself greatly impressed.

But unfortunately, Yu Wenjing was very close to Lin Chang’sheng.

This could only be blamed on her ill fate.

Boom—

Zhao Fuhu gathered strength under his feet and leaped straight toward Yu Wenjing.

Beside Yu Wenjing, Jin Wuque sensed something was wrong ahead of time and immediately stepped in front of her, blade in hand.

"Protect Her Majesty!"

With Jin Wuque’s bellow, several hundred soldiers instantly brandished their long spears, forming a wall before Yu Wenjing.

But how could these mortals possibly be a match for Zhao Fuhu?

Rip—

Zhao Fuhu threw a punch, crackling with arcs of lightning.

The soldiers guarding Yu Wenjing were instantly blasted away, blood spraying everywhere, all killed in a single blow.

Even Martial Arts Grandmaster Jin Wuque couldn’t withstand a strike, sent flying with blood spewing from his mouth.

Seeing this, Yu Wenjing’s pupils dilated in shock, terror gripping her heart.

She didn’t remember ever offending this man—could he be a Beimu Immortal Race spy hiding in Great Yu Imperial City?

"Die!"

After dispatching the soldiers guarding Yu Wenjing with one punch, Zhao Fuhu punched again, aiming straight for Yu Wenjing.

Bristling arcs of lightning danced, like an angry Celestial God—his aura overwhelming.

Zhao Fuhu, a prodigious disciple of the Liuyun Immortal Sect, was indeed powerful.

Though he had yet to break through to Golden Core cultivation, he had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment.

In addition, he possessed Dual Spirit Roots, one of which was the Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root, incomparably domineering.

In Zhao Fuhu’s mind, if Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t killed his brother and seeded a Heart Demon within him, he’d likely have already broken through the bottleneck and advanced to Golden Core.

Today, he would let Lin Chang’sheng taste the agony of losing his beloved.

With lightning rushing toward her, Yu Wenjing silently closed her eyes.

She was a mere Tier One Mortal—how could she stand against an Immortal Master?

"Stop—!"

Just as the Thunderbolt Fist Aura was about to strike Yu Wenjing, a thunderous voice roared from the horizon.

It was Lin Chang’sheng’s voice.

Though in the midst of Alchemy, he perceived every movement within the Imperial City at every moment.

The sudden burst of thunder in the Imperial City quickly drew his attention.

But Lin Chang’sheng’s shout had no effect whatsoever.

Zhao Fuhu had come for Yu Wenjing’s life.

Boom—

The Thunderbolt Fist Aura struck Yu Wenjing squarely.

Zhao Fuhu thought one punch would be enough to kill Yu Wenjing.

What he didn’t expect was that Yu Wenjing had Spiritual Treasure Armor protecting her.

The power of thunder was instantly absorbed by the armor.

Even so, the raging force of thunder still sent Yu Wenjing flying, killing her momentum.

She spat blood in the air, her phoenix crown falling to the ground as her hair scattered wildly.

"Zhao Fuhu, you’ve got guts—!"

In the next instant, a streak of light tore through the distant sky at incredible speed.

Before Lin Chang’sheng had arrived in person, his powerful Nascent Soul Divine Sense had already pinned Zhao Fuhu down, rendering him immobile.

It felt as if Zhao Fuhu’s shoulders were bearing the weight of several mountains—crushingly heavy.

"What the..."

Zhao Fuhu was stunned—he’d planned to kill Yu Wenjing and then make his escape.

He never expected Lin Chang’sheng to arrive so fast!

"Bring the Empress of Great Yu to me!"

As Zhao Fuhu found himself at a loss, resigned to the idea that Lin Chang’sheng would kill him, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

The next moment, the restraint on his body vanished instantly.

Zhao Fuhu didn’t have time to question who the voice belonged to; he immediately seized Yu Wenjing and tore through the sky.

When Lin Chang’sheng reached the city wall, Zhao Fuhu had already left the Imperial City.

"Middle Stage Nascent Soul Divine Sense? You old bastard, you never left!"

Feeling the other party’s Divine Sense, Lin Chang’sheng’s fury exploded within.

If not for a Middle Stage Nascent Soul Divine Sense assisting him, how could Zhao Fuhu have escaped?

Much less abducted Yu Wenjing.

Who else could it be but Celestial Concealment?

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t care whether Celestial Concealment was nearby; he immediately pursued Zhao Fuhu out of the Imperial City.

Just as Lin Chang’sheng exited the city, a Sword Aura followed closely behind.

"Celestial Concealment is still in Great Yu? I should have killed him back then!"

The Wine Sword Immortal regretted his past hesitation.

When Celestial Concealment had been gravely wounded before, he’d wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

But Wang Chonglou had refused to get involved, allowing Celestial Concealment to escape safely.

Lin Chang’sheng pursued Zhao Fuhu a hundred miles, about to catch him at last.

Suddenly, an old man with white hair and beard appeared ahead.

The old man thrust out his palm, and a Golden Radiance Palm Seal blasted forth.

Lin Chang’sheng was forced to draw the Godslaying Blade, releasing a Blade Aura to meet it.

Rumble—

The Palm Seal and golden radiance collided, halting Lin Chang’sheng’s advance immediately.

In the distance, Zhao Fuhu reached the old man’s side and respectfully handed over Yu Wenjing.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"

Zhao Fuhu’s heart was still shaking with lingering fear.

If not for this white-haired elder intervening, forget capturing Yu Wenjing—he’d have lost his own life in the Imperial City of Great Yu.

Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation was simply terrifying.

Golden Core Middle Stage cultivation, yet with Nascent Soul Level Divine Sense.

That’s not something just anyone can pull off.

Monstrous, truly!

Celestial Concealment didn’t even glance at Zhao Fuhu, his gaze landing on Yu Wenjing.

This girl was indeed lovely—he never expected Lin Chang’sheng to fall for a mortal.

That was a massive weakness.

After handing Yu Wenjing over to Celestial Concealment, Zhao Fuhu left the area immediately.