Chapter 558: Chapter 327: At Last, the Young Hero—His Presence Surpasses His Name. Rescuing All the Women Alone.

The faces of the women turned grim, each feeling a loss of face. Zheng Decun scoffed, saying, "Only a few can remain calm. They are sure of their death here, and some even resent not having listened to the words of the City Lord He. Among them, a young hero named Zhou Shijie even said, ’City Lord He is unmatched in virtue, his character was once praised by my teacher Fu Haoran. Such a person gave earnest advice, yet you did not believe. Now look, it results in me dying here with you.’"

"Hahaha, that kid acts dignified but has the softest heart. Yet, I must say we have to thank him. If he hadn’t mentioned ’Fu Haoran,’ those old foxes like Xiao Wanjian, Wang Zongzheng, Hou Yuande, and Duan Yixin may not have believed it so soon."

"At that time, Xiao Wanjian asked, ’Is what you say true? Fu Haoran is your master? Is it the same Fu Haoran, the Celestial Official who cut his flesh to feed a sparrow?’ Fu Haoran’s reputation is indeed remarkable. In the past, City Lord He endured to visit day after day, and indeed it was useful."

"Zhou Shijie said, ’Indeed, he taught me the Civil Dao, a man of integrity. Even he said City Lord He is humble, studious, and of excellent character, how could he be wrong? Alas, in my eagerness to save others, I overlooked this point. Tragic, truly tragic!’"

The women’s faces turned gloomy upon hearing this. Mu Hongchou, Luo Feiyan, and the other women who were familiar with Zhou Shijie felt a surge of contempt from within. Mu Hongchou scolded, "This person is extremely hypocritical, all talk and no substance, not worth associating with!"

Zheng Decun glanced around, seeing the elder women’s faces darkened, clearly defeated, and felt even more pleased, continuing to say, "Wang Zongzheng then said, ’Alas, we... we seem to have misunderstood City Lord He.’ Hou Yuande said, ’This tomb is extremely dangerous, and it connects directly to the bustling city. Building a pavilion here to block the passage is only reasonable. We lost our calm due to the women’s disappearance and didn’t investigate properly, leading to doubt, harming friendship, and costing lives, which is utterly wrong.’... Laughable, laughable, then from elders to disciples... they all spoke of City Lord He’s virtues."

"Such movements were heard by City Lord He, who indeed beat his chest and laughed to the extreme. You disciples of the Sword Sect, amusing, amusing. So-called heroes of the world only appear glamorous. When faced with death? Who can remain composed, who can remain indifferent? Does not their true nature show?"

"It’s all about bullying the weak with strength."

The women had no words to refute. Zhao Chunxia, Lin Aoshan felt slightly indignant, upon hearing the phrase "bullying the weak with strength," thoughts stirred within them. Zheng Decun continued, "The disciple who was trapped managed to escape back to the city to seek City Lord He’s audience, who treated him with courtesy, showing no anger, impressing others with his magnanimity. In fact, City Lord He thought about not launching a rescue, letting the elders perish here. But to forge the Five Swords Alliance for future grand ambitions, he not only had to save them but also had to do so in a grand and dramatic way, to save at the cost of his own injuries."

"He immediately went to the ’Palace Thundercloud’ area, using the strategy of self-injury to rescue the elders one by one. He himself ended up covered in wounds, nearly losing his life. Can they not believe it after such acts? Several elders even wanted to become sworn brothers with City Lord He."

Yang Piaoxue, He Lijun, Zhao Chunxia, Luo Feiyan, and other elders of the Sword Sect all felt disgraced. The Five Swords united, their women captured, their men frustrated, leaving them in low spirits, knowing Zheng Decun’s words were true, and any hope was futile.

Recalling the previously praised brothers and juniors, now regarded by Zheng Decun as cowardly and foolish, left them speechless and lost. Young women of the Sword Sect, some secretly admiring Zhou Shijie, felt stifled, their grievances unexpressed.

Zhao Chunxia saw Zheng Decun getting more complacent and said, "You wicked dog, you make our Sword Sect seem worthless, is He Wentian really that powerful? In any case, he’s no more than a vile scoundrel."

Zheng Decun said, "Women’s opinions. In terms of talent and strategy, who among you can compare to City Lord He? Who can match his wits?" Zhao Chunxia sneered, "So... leaving you here alone, is this too part of your City Lord’s plan?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Zheng Decun stood with his hands behind his back, calmly saying, "Of course. Guarding you alone is more than enough. Do you think you can make waves?"

Zhao Chunxia sensed something, knowing the time was ripe, continued, "It seems your City Lord He is not as all-knowing either. As the saying goes, there are always people better than you. Even he has moments of oversight."

Zheng Decun stared at Zhao Chunxia, seeing her serene expression, devoid of the despondency of the past, he couldn’t help but be curious, observing her closely. Just at this moment, Zhao Chunxia coldly shouted, "Zheng Decun!"

Simultaneously, high above on the iron chain across the mountain wall, about thirty-seven zhang from the ground, a silhouette was hanging, also shouting the words "Zheng Decun." But the voice was mightier, filled with murderous intent. Sharp vigor came straight at him. As the word "Spring" left the mouth, an arrow launched, bringing an indescribable force!

Zhao Chunxia felt her heart tremble with excitement, thinking, "Indeed... indeed, he has come! You, Zheng Decun, underestimate the heroes of the world. But this young Li Xian is different. You say the world’s heroes bully the weak, unworthy of mention. But this young Li Xian, with a Second Realm body, attacks you, a Third Realm Martial Artist. Isn’t this bullying the strong by the weak!" Her shout was meant to attract Zheng Decun’s attention. This plan indeed worked, for Zheng Decun hesitated for a moment, and an arrow had already arrived!

Zheng Decun couldn’t dodge in time, guarding his heart, raising a hand to grab. But the arrow’s arc slightly deviated, and it shot towards his legs. With a "puchi," the flying arrow pierced through his legs, pinning into the snow, shaking up a large spray of snowflakes.