Chapter 133: Bloodbath on the Long Street

Chapter 133: Blood Battle on the Long Street

The colossal blast hurled Kuang Qingyun into the air, his synthetic flesh seared by the searing flames that surged forth.

Shattered meat and blood splattered across his exposed gums, the crimson haze more blinding than the red glow in his mech eyes.

A monk of the muddied robes lay before him, his face impaled with sharp stones flung by the explosion.

Half his body was blown apart, the massive wound revealing torn organs and quivering muscles.

Though still alive, he lacked even the strength to roll, lying on the ground with a piercing scream.

Beyond the alley's gap, Huang Yaoczong, clad in Confucian robes, radiated killing intent, one foot planted on the car window, a "Fire Dragon Rising from Water" still emitting faint blue smoke on his shoulder.

"A few street urchins can't handle this? What a bunch of trash!"

"I'll kill you, immortal!"

Buzz.

The mech hummed, a surge of force erupting.

A long blade tore through the air, flashing like lightning amid the storm.

Clang!

At the critical moment, Huang Yaoczong let out a startled cry, flipping backward onto the car roof to evade.

But the guard at the driver's seat was pierced by the blade, the door flying out with him!

"What power—this Kuang Qingyun has reached the eighth rank in combat?"

A chill crept up his spine, his racing heart making his limbs weak.

A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall! Even if they're from the same sequence, they can't fight!

The magistrate leapt down from the roof, shouting at the nearby Qi Feng: "Captain Qi, send your men to wipe out these rebels on the spot!"

"Yes." Qi Feng clenched his teeth in reply.

From the alley's mouth, a figure stepped forward.

Half-naked, his mech face twisted in ferocity.

An intense, almost tangible pressure forced Qi Feng to retreat half a step, his left hand gesturing a tactical signal behind his back.

In an instant, the guards formed an array to resist, their ranks bearing "Fire Dragon Rising from Water" on their shoulders, mouths agape, poised to strike.

"Kuang Qingyun, don't act rashly!"

The mech remained silent as stone, its steps unyielding.

Rainwater mixed with cold sweat on his brow, Qi Feng squinting as he shouted: "Think carefully—those 'Fire Dragons' might not kill you, but how many shots can your muddied monks withstand?"

At these words, Kuang Qingyun's steps faltered.

"Today we entered Long Street only to arrest Li Jun. Tell us if he's here, and we'll leave immediately!"

From the crowd, Huang Yaoczong roared: "Stop talking—attack, Qi Feng!"

Step.

The halted steps moved again, the terror of his blood-splattered face intensified by the red mech eyes.

"Your mother's a hammer."

"Huh?"

As conflict loomed, the street's end suddenly grew windy and rainy.

All were stunned, turning to see a green flame like a dragon in the storm, tearing at a figure in black.

"It's Li Jun!"

Qi Feng's heart trembled, and under his subordinates' shocked gazes, he fled.

His movements were swift and decisive, leaving onlookers gaping.

The next moment, a man and a sword had already plunged into the guards!

Blade light scattered, flying swords crisscrossed.

How could these guards, barely at the sequence's threshold, withstand two eighth-rank masters?

Like a tiger among sheep, it was a bloody slaughter.

Li Jun, with the flying swords rampaging behind him, charged straight for Huang Yaoczong, who hid at the end!

"This Daoist, I am the magistrate under Pei County's command—please save me!"

Huang Yaoczong's eyes widened in horror, quickly invoking Pei Xingjian's name.

The flying sword, as if intelligent, flared its tail flame, accelerating beyond the warrior's form, circling back overhead.

As if wielded by a person, it flipped and slashed horizontally, cleaving the ink-black blade.

Clang!

The warrior staggered back several steps, his feet kicking up water splashes inches high.

A grotesque "meat mountain" materialized behind Huang Yaoczong, a fat hand reaching out to grip his trembling shoulder.

Yu Chou's smile was radiant: "Magistrate Huang, you owe me a life now."

"Thank you, Daoist, for your rescue."

Huang Yaoczong, still shaken, bowed deeply, propping up his weakened body.

"We're neighbors, Magistrate Huang—no need for courtesy."

Nearby, the wretched Kuang Qingyun was about to rush out but was halted by Li Jun's glare.

"Fat Yu, you still have time to curry favor?"

Li Jun turned to Yu Chou, sneering: "That sword of yours won't fly for long."

After the earlier outburst, the hovering flying sword's tail flame had noticeably dimmed.

"As a member of Qingcheng Group, I can afford to feed this sword. Don't worry—it'll serve you well."

As he spoke, Yu Chou tossed a thumb-sized metal module.

At the same time, the "Big Dipper" embedded in the flying sword was also thrown, the falling modules filling the exposed hollows.

Clang!

The sword's resonance soared, its tail flame blinding.

"What the hell—this thing can change batteries?!"

Li Jun's eye twitched; no wonder Yu Chou had fought so fearlessly, even managing to save a favor.

"Such profound Daoist arts—do you think a warrior like me could fathom them?"

Yu Chou's expression was arrogant, his hands hidden in his sleeves as seals and talismans slowly floated behind his head.

Spitting to the side, Li Jun grabbed the ink-black blade and strode forward, leaping high to deliver a fierce slash!

The blade, wrapped in overwhelming brutality, howled down toward Yu Chou's head.

The Eighth Summit merely tilted his head slightly, and the flying sword shot out like a startled heron.

The tail flame blazed dazzlingly, the sword's cry stirred the heart.

Li Jun's resolute gaze involuntarily fell into a daze.

Clang!

The mountain-splitting black saber was parried by the flying sword; a sharp pain at the tiger's mouth brought Li Jun back to clarity, quickly clenching his five fingers to grasp the long saber that nearly flew from his hand.

Yu Kou rotated his right wrist forward slightly, the flying sword moved like an arm, immediately accelerating in mid-air to stab toward Li Jun's throat!

Li Jun clenched his teeth, dragging back the blade, holding the horizontal saber before his chest. Within the blade's body, the ferocious intent of battle was gathering.

Ding!

A sharp, piercing clang that pierced gold and split stones, stabbing the eardrums with pain.

The flying sword rolled back, the black saber trembled.

Blood and water spread along Li Jun's arm, coalescing into beads at the elbow tip, slowly dripping.

Yu Kou's thick, short eyebrows furrowed slightly; his left hand pinched a technique, and the hovering carved seals behind him rippled, layer upon layer wrapping around the flying sword.

His right hand's sword fingers gently wiped the flying sword, driving away the spiritual force attempting to sever the connection between himself and the sword.

"Martial arts mastery. These pure wills cultivated from flesh and blood are troublesome."

"However," greed surfaced in Yu Kou's eyes, "once I take over his body to nourish my Dao mind, achieving the seventh golden elixir cultivator, wouldn't it be effortless?"

Desire rose from the depths of his heart, and killing intent surged accordingly.

Yu Kou raised his hand forward, and the wireless flying sword launched toward Li Jun again!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

The scattered guards, under Huang Yaoczun's rebuke, regrouped.

The scattered disciples from various places also converged from all sides, standing behind Kuang Qingyun.

For a moment, the long street was lined with guns and spears, blades gleaming and dazzling!