Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 681 - 363: Senior Brother, You Should Escape in Fear of Your Crimes._4

Zhang Ze decided it would be better to leave handling this marquis to those big shots.

As a half Nascent Soul, trying to catch a Little Demon Venerate similar to his master...

Hmm, it shouldn't be hard, solutions outweigh difficulties.

Zhang Ze listened to the children's song coming from the rocking cart and continued counting his trump cards.

...

"What is your mother's father called?"

"Mother's father is called Grandpa."

The children's song kept playing, Thomas kept rocking, and the marquis who couldn't find Zhang Ze felt like a clown at that moment.

He suddenly realized he might have been played; there was actually nothing secretive in this Glacier Secret Realm.

It seemed the White Emperor only left a piece of trash here that could play children's songs.

And those two old women disguised this trash as crucial secret.

What then, was all his planning over the years?

Forget it...

The marquis gave up thinking.

No matter who secretly infiltrated this place, whether they were people of those two old women or tourists who mistakenly entered, they should all be destroyed.

The Demon Race is destined to return to its origin, shedding the shackles imposed by the White Emperor on our clan.

He should not continue wasting time here.

The marquis stood up from the rocking cart, and a black Bone Shadow emerged behind him.

This is the Secret Technique passed down from the ancestor Qiangliang Beam, an innate Authority of their lineage, but due to the shackles around their necks, many clansmen of the Qiang family didn't even know about it.

And he, who knew the inside story, couldn't reveal the truth.

The ancestral power left in this glacier, now has become a pigeon's shadow?

Damn the shadow.

With the marquis's breath, a black Bone Shadow Tiger walked out from behind him, each step it took made the surrounding atmosphere heavier.

The surrounding glaciers began to tremble, as if the submerged shadow of Qiangliang Beam within the glaciers was responding to his call.

Chaos Qi spread, the marquis found Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze revealed himself voluntarily, now holding a long sword, carrying Miemie on his shoulder, surrounded by golden light.

In that pose, he might as well have written 'I am from the Sword Sect' on his face.

"Damn it, Sword Sect scum." The marquis pointed a finger in Zhang Ze's direction, and the Bone Shadow Tiger behind charged towards Zhang Ze.

To maintain secrecy, he did not destroy the Secret Realm, but focused his power on a single point, aiming for a quick kill.

The surrounding glaciers continued to shake, becoming even more intense, as if the ancestor Qiangliang Beam's shadow was cheering for his descendant.

The marquis's Bone Shadow Tiger passed through Zhang Ze's body and emerged out the other side.

And then nothing happened.

Zhang Ze ended up without even a scratch, as if nothing had occurred at all.

The marquis, "..."

Zhang Ze looked at the marquis, "Is that all?"

He didn't mean to mock, he was sincerely asking.

For a moment, Zhang Ze began to doubt, thinking wouldn't this marquis suffer from an ancestral reversion mishap, or was he just playing a trick on him?

Could this actually be a newly developed escape room by the Demon Race, seeking realism, just enacted this drama?

Otherwise, what exactly is the intention here?

However, regardless of what Zhang Ze thought, the marquis's spells attacked Zhang Ze like raindrops.

Then vanished without a trace as if raindrops falling into water.

He remained unscathed.

Zhang Ze brought out a small folding chair and sat down, resting his chin on his hands, thoughtfully looking at the old skinny tiger before him.

He considered an outrageous possibility.

That was all the spells cast by this marquis had no effect on him whatsoever.

The marquis's Bone Shadow Tiger kept passing through his body but was utterly useless.

While his other spells evaporated into formlessness upon reaching Zhang Ze's Sword Array.

It felt as if someone had cast a spell of Demonic Immunity on him.

"Why not take a break? Come over for a cup of tea."

Zhang Ze took out his tea set, placed it in front of himself, and genuinely poured a cup for the marquis.

Facing Zhang Ze's 'provocation', the skinny tiger-like marquis rushed forward, slamming face-first into Zhang Ze's Sword Array.

The tiger's eyes bore fiercely into Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze felt this scene was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

But that's not important, Zhang Ze was no longer the fledgling Sword Sect disciple he once was.

Now he was a mature Sword Sect disciple.

Instead of lashing out, he calmly looked at the skinny tiger before him.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

While Zhang Ze questioned, the rocking cart still played the children's song.

"What is your mother's brother called?"

"Mother's brother is called Uncle"

"..."

The marquis listened to this discordant sound, veins throbbing on his forehead, he glared at Zhang Ze fiercely, then turned to slash at the rocking cart.

"Damn it, this is annoying!"

His Bone Shadow Tiger transformed into a blade slashing at Thomas the Train's big face, but shattered at the moment of contact.

Thomas the Train remained unscathed, still rocking, while the song continued to play.

The attack hadn't come from Zhang Ze; it was the Shadow of Qiangliang Beam, who had been lingering in this place.

The shadow leapt from the glacier, shielding the rocking cart, and the marquis's Bone Shadow appeared miniscule like a kitten compared to his ancestor's image.

The Shadow of Qiangliang Beam let out a silent roar, choosing not to attack Zhang Ze but lunged at its kindred descendant.

The moment seemed almost frozen in time, as the marquis looked down and noticed a gaping wound on his chest, grayish mist seeping from it.

When he looked up again, the Shadow of Qiangliang Beam had already opened its massive maw toward him.