Chapter 1487

Chapter 1487: The Soul Breaks

The leading chief guard, a tall and imposing figure, looked down on the old man with disdain and said, "Old man! You dare to save someone? Get lost!"

"Hahaha!" Uncle Chen coughed a few times and raised his withered hands in the air. The crowd turned their heads to look at him.

"What are you laughing at?" The guard behind him immediately rushed forward but was stopped by the chief guard. The chief guard’s voice from inside his helmet was cold, his brows forming a frown.

Uncle Chen was thin and his tattered clothes revealed his ribs. He seemed fragile, like a gust of wind could blow him away. However, his eyes displayed a calmness like a mountain, fearless and indifferent to life and death.

"Old man, I may not be able to save people, but I want to speak a fair word! Sacred Mountain guards, surely you’re not afraid of an old man’s words?"

The guard behind him angrily shouted, "You despicable beggar! Who gave you the right to speak here? The chief guard pays attention to you and even speaks to you a few more words. You, a lowly ant, I’ll reward you with a knife and send you to the underworld to speak to the Lord of Death!"

The chief guard waved his hand to signal the guards behind him not to be impulsive. He smirked and crossed his hands, slightly raising his head and said, "Why don’t you tell me?"

Fearless in the face of danger, Uncle Chen looked around and stared straight at the City Master’s guards. He took a deep breath and said, "The Central Region City is a city belonging to the Sacred Mountain. It is the largest city in the Central Region. Many martial artists come and go, and it is a place where people from all over the world make pilgrimages. But why are there so many poor people in the Sacred Mountain these years? Are they too busy with alchemy, cultivation, and martial arts? Do you want to be saints, but do you care about our lives?"

After saying this, the chief guard’s eyes changed slightly, and the onlookers below also lowered their eyes with tears in them, unable to bear looking anymore. Uncle Chen paused for a moment and bit his teeth, then shouted loudly.

"I want to ask, which sentence Little Achu just said was a lie? If the Sacred Mountain is invincible and City Master Ouyang is truly unparalleled, are they still afraid of someone like Su Yi? Hahaha, the king of prodigies, the words he spoke must be true! It has been over a year, and the entire Central Region City hasn’t dared to mention his name, which proves how much Su Yi has broken through the darkness of the Sacred Mountain for so many years! The hypocritical facade of the Sacred Mountain should have been torn off long ago! Hahaha!"

Uncle Chen covered his mouth, and all his built-up resentment rushed out like a flood. He laughed wildly.

"Swish!"

Immediately, a golden light shot out from the guard behind, drawing an arc in the air, and directly dashed towards Uncle Chen. The violent gust of wind destroyed the remaining stalls and wooden carts in the area, turning them into dust, which scattered in the air.

Just in the nick of time, a pale blue water elemental energy bloomed from the dust, resembling a whale sucking up water, and it diagonally hit the golden light, sending it flying into the air.

"Bang!"

Two powerful strikes clashed in the air above, creating a deafening sound that echoed in the sky.

The chief guard was immediately terrified, and a fierce surge of golden energy rose from his feet. He scanned the surroundings, his eyes like burning torches, searching quickly through the crowd. He shouted, "Who is it! Show yourself!"

"Uncle Chen!" Achu’s eyes were filled with anger, red like blood. He let out a roar, signaling Uncle Chen not to say anything more and to quickly leave this place.

"Bang!"

The air trembled, and the city walls shook!

Like a tidal wave, the shockwave descended after the heavy strike, hitting the crowd once again. In the blink of an eye, Uncle Chen, using all his strength, ran towards the golden guard, preparing to fight for his life and buy time for Achu to escape.

"Achu, run! I’ll hold them back!"

The chief guard, whose attack had been abruptly interrupted, looked at Uncle Chen running towards him, so close now. He let out a cold laugh.

"You’re asking for death!"

"Boom!"

A powerful and destructive sword strike directly hit Uncle Chen’s chest, like a solid golden dragon. It was faster and stronger than before, catching Situ Muyang and Su Yi off guard. They both felt a sudden shock and angrily shouted in their hearts.

"Oh no!"

Suddenly, a slender figure streaked across the night sky in Central Region City, leaving a trail of blood-red light. The air was filled with blood mist. After a loud bang, Uncle Chen collapsed on the ground and couldn’t move anymore.

"Uncle Chen！！！"

Seeing Uncle Chen being attacked, Achu’s fur stood on end. The injuries caused by the shockwaves earlier broke open again, with blood flowing out profusely. It was terrifying, as if Achu turned into a blood god, sending shivers down people’s spines.

Without thinking too much, Achu activated the Supreme Chaotic Yuan Technique. With a light flick in the air, the guard who was holding Achu tightly was pushed away. In an instant, Achu seemed to burst with astonishing strength, charging towards where Uncle Chen fell.

"Ah!" The sound of painful groans echoed inside the city walls. The guards who were hit felt as if their elbows had dislocated, with their bones shattering like powdered city walls. They cried out in pain, clutching their shoulders.

"There’s a powerful enemy! Prepare to defend! Nobody is allowed to leave!"

The chief guard recovered from the fright and no longer panicked. A surge of golden energy flowed out, and he quickly withdrew alongside the bodyguard. His soul sensed the direction of a powerful being, without time to pay attention to Achu.

"Uncle Chen! Uncle Chen! Wake up!"

Achu crawled next to Uncle Chen, looking at the sunken wound in his chest, all blood and flesh blurred. Every muscle and vein had shattered, and large tears continuously dripped, sparkling as they landed on the stone floor, instantly moistening it.

At this moment, the surrounding audience made way for Achu and Uncle Chen. Without permission from the chief guard, no one dared to leave. The adults quickly shielded Niuniu and the other children, covering their eyes, unable to bear this sight.

"Does anyone have any healing medicine? Please, give me a bottle! Just one bottle!"

Achu’s bloody hands repeatedly struck the ground, his gaze searching the panicked crowd, praying that they could help save Uncle Chen. However, everyone’s eyes only held fear and terror. They dared not speak, nor make any movements, afraid that even a slight movement would cost them their lives.

"We…don’t have any healing medicine!" Niuniu and the other children, terrified, stuttered. They immediately clenched their lips, not uttering another word.

Most of the people here were impoverished, and even if they did have medicine, the chief guard stood in the way, and they didn’t dare to give it!

Uncle Chen slightly shook his head, signaling Achu not to waste their efforts. He tried to get up with his last breath, and Achu gently supported him, his voice trembling and tears streaming.

"Uncle Chen, don’t move, I… I can save you! Let me go borrow medicine, we will leave the city right away! Going back will make everything better! Going back will make everything better!"