Chapter 135: A Martial Artist in Armor

Chapter 135: The Warrior in Armor

“What wine demands what bowl, what status demands what deeds.”

“Have you forgotten your own identity?”

“No one else knows you’re a Jin-Yin-Wei agent besides me.”

Memories of the past surged into his mind, transforming into rage that seared his lungs.

“What identity am I?”

Li Jun’s neck veins bulged as he roared savagely, “I am your father!”

Bang!

A fist with distinct knuckles smashed into Yu Kuang’s face, piled with fat. Instantly, flesh rippled, distorting his features inward toward the punch.

Yellowed blood mixed with shattered teeth sprayed outward; the talismans on his nape had long since lost control, clattering to the ground in a cascade.

Terrifying force sent Yu Kuang’s feet airborne, his massive frame launched skyward by the blow!

Li Jun stepped forward, his tyrannical fists raining down on the “meat mountain.”

The robe embroidered with the Four-Claw Flying Fish pattern was torn apart under the onslaught, its flesh and blood splintering into threads.

“Ah!!”

Yu Kuang’s scattered gaze finally refocused under excruciating pain, letting out a shrill scream.

His crown shattered, eyes bulging to their limits, like a common man’s wide-eyed stare.

Beneath his tattered clothes, a mechanical cavity gaped open, revealing an array of talismans and flying swords.

“I—”

Before Yu Kuang could utter a word, Li Jun’s figure materialized before him.

His hands rose like lifting a tripod, delivering an Eight Extremes Charging Palm to Yu Kuang’s jaw.

Teeth with gaps like jagged blades sliced off his tongue.

Want to spout venom? Die first!

Agonizing pain drove Yu Kuang into madness. The peak spiritual force of the Dao surged forth, reconnecting with the flying sword embedded in the wall.

Sizzle!

The blade trembled, severing the ink knife.

Tail flames erupted, like an enraged dragon’s breath, unleashing a terrifying speed.

The sword’s cold gleam pierced the eyes, hurtling toward Li Jun’s heart.

In this moment, Yu Kuang cared not for his intact, living warrior’s body, nor for the sword immortal’s solo ascension through usurpation.

He remembered the newly revised Dao Canon’s first volume, its cover page inscribed with a line—“Do not debate with brutes; beware the warrior’s proximity!”

“The Dao Master has transcended you today!”

Though his tongue was severed, Yu Kuang’s voice boomed through his chest’s built-in sound frequencies.

Gunfire erupted, the suona horn pierced the sky!

The sword’s cry howled, its mesmerizing sound pierced the mind!

Amid this chaotic cacophony on the street, Li Jun’s ears caught only the crisp clang of a bronze lock.

He spun around, his gaze piercing that streak of azure rainbow! His spine twisted like a coiling serpent, his fist like a collapsing mountain, smashing the sword into mud and water!

Thud! A muffled drum-like sound.

The blade and street surface cracked and splintered, becoming a twisted, deformed scrap of iron!

“How is this possible?!”

Yu Kuang’s eyes nearly split, his face ashen with grief.

“Who, transcended whom?!”

White bones exposed on his right fist, Li Jun’s blood-soaked form resembled a demon, his smile now radiant with satisfaction.

He swung his fist back, striking Yu Kuang’s shoulder. The brute force of the Eight Extremities Great Circle Boxing collapsed half his shoulder, knees buckling as he knelt.

Li Jun grasped Yu Kuang’s disheveled hair, his shoulder trembling as if shaking off a heavy mountain.

For the injustice in his chest, he had schemed with the tiger to this day.

In this moment, Li Jun found it all worthwhile.

A man may lose, may die, but he must stand tall!

Kneeling to beg, crawling to survive?

Others may, but not Li Jun!

“You—”

Yu Kuang’s lips quivered, uttering a muffled syllable, then lunged with a vicious knee strike.

He crossed his arms to shield his face, but could not withstand the warrior’s tyrannical might.

The knee slammed into his visage, flesh and features mangled beyond recognition.

As he laughed maniacally, unleashing firepower to sweep the guards, Ma Wang Ye’s peripheral vision caught the scene.

He exhaled sharply, then his heart lurched in alarm.

“Li Jun, you cannot kill—”

But his words came too late.

Li Jun’s eyes were cold as blades, leaning down to punch Yu Kuang’s chest!

The “meat mountain” collapsed, landing with a heavy thud.

Suddenly, gunfire faded, voices stilled.

All watched the bloody spectacle in stunned silence.

Ma Wang Ye’s red eyes flickered; Zhao Qing Xiao and Kuang Qing Yun stood side by side, one with a weapon, both faces aglow with radiant smiles.

Huang Yao Zong’s face was pale, while Gu Xi’s mouth curved in a faint, indifferent sneer as he quietly departed.

To kill a Daoist sect member in Chengdu, and one surnamed Yu at that—

Li Jun was doomed.

Yu Kuang lay in a sunken pit, hands gripping its edge, straining to lift his head.

His eyes flashed with an unyielding, venomous malice.

“Qingcheng Mountain still stands. Wait for me. After my military tribulation, the world will have no place for you!”

Pfft!

An arm pierced Yu Kuang’s body.

“May the Supreme Yellow Liang Celestial Venerable guide you, return to Qingcheng’s celestial realm. End the three sufferings, transcend early.”

Suddenly, the projection of the old Taoist clutching a golden elixir at the pinnacle of Qingcheng Group, whose form stretched from earth to sky, abruptly lowered his head and glared southward with fury.

The transcendent sounds of bells, drums, and chimes, woven into a melody of deliverance, erupted from the rooftop of the corporate tower, reverberating through every corner of Chengdu County!

Even the distant Ji'e District, far removed, could hear this ethereal and otherworldly resonance.

Li Jun remained indifferent to the chaos, his gaze fixed on a dark golden elixir, its surface etched with intricate patterns, nestled between his fingers.

This was the natural Taoist foundation born from Yu Kou's metamorphosis, the very essence of his blood and marrow condensed into form.

Crack!

Li Jun's five fingers clenched tightly, the Buddha bone splintering, the golden elixir crumbling to mud.

"Chew the Buddha's bone, drink the Tao's blood."

In a daze, Li Jun seemed to glimpse the grotesque, snarling visages of Mu Chi and Yu Kou, their faces twisted in anguish beneath the rain.

"My body is my spirit, my temple is my prayer."

Murmuring to himself, Li Jun tilted his face skyward, arms outstretched, allowing the rain to wash away the blood staining his features.

[Jumang Technique (Seven-Rank Inner Art) completed, replaced Qingdi Jue (Eight-Rank Great Perfection)]

[Jumang Technique upgraded to Seven-Rank Early Stage (50/100)]

[Consumed 250 Mastery Points, Jumang Technique upgraded to Seven-Rank Great Perfection]

Copper locks clattered to the ground, the great gate yawning open!

"Surrounded by Chu songs, Ming Zhen sees me. I am Wu Qi, the lonely husband!"

"Abomination!" A thunderous roar of rage exploded.

A crimson, refined blade tore through the air, its tail flame scorching the path, the violent gusts shattering the glass of every building nearby!

The flying sword's speed was blinding, its aura overwhelming, far surpassing Yu Kou's emerald blade!

Just moments after ascending to the rank of lonely husband, Li Jun felt an inexorable force surge within him.

Since escape was futile, there was no need to flee!

Li Jun's expression remained serene, his stance widening in a bow, meeting the blade with a punch.

In the instant his fist extended, the raging wind and rain suddenly lifted a black hood into the heavens.

A figure soared through the air, colliding with Li Jun.

The ink-black armor contorted and expanded, encasing the fist's edge!

"A warrior in armor, dominating the world. How domineering!"

Ma Wang Ye's red eyes gleamed sharply, his lips moving in a whispered chant.

At that moment, a youthful, soft yet resolute voice echoed in Li Jun's ear.

"Uncle, hit him!"