Chapter 244: The Storm Subsides (Part 1)

Chapter 244: The Storm and Rain Will Cease (Part 1)

"By the authority of the Immortal Ranks, in the name of preparing for the path of human immortality, I borrow the power of the Bai Yu Jing! For the sake of Ding Huan, I command—halt all movements for a single breath! Decree!"

Above the golden eaves, Chen Qi Sheng held his sword to his brow, his braid exploding behind him as his disheveled hair danced wildly in the night wind.

His eyes gleamed with a cold, piercing light like a sword drawn from its scabbard, fixed on Ding Huan's hand gripping Yan Ba Huang's throat.

"A mere Golden Pill cultivator dares to bind this king? Wait until you remove the word 'preparing' before you try again!"

Ding Huan naturally connected to the Huang Liang Dream Realm, and even Yan Ba Huang's Great Ming Law couldn't suppress him. The Bai Yu Jing decree Chen Qi Sheng had summoned was even more limited, at best only delaying him. Ding Huan's face showed a cold smile, his right hand's fingers moving slowly yet resolutely, gradually tightening inward, making Yan Ba Huang's throat bones crackle.

"With your mother's head, quickly borrow more divine calculation power! The Dao Lord will repay you tenfold when he returns!"

Chen Qi Sheng's brow furrowed, his face flushing dark red as an electric arc erupted from the neural aperture at the back of his skull.

"Stop, Dao Lord!"

In an instant, Ding Huan's eyes flickered with a hint of confusion, his movements halting abruptly.

"Li Jun, quickly!"

Chen Qi Sheng roared in fury!

Before his voice faded, a blade of light arrived, slicing directly toward the right arm!

At the same time, the confusion in Ding Huan's eyes dissipated, and in a critical moment, he withdrew his right hand.

Li Jun's figure plunged into the narrow space between Ding Huan and Yan Ba Huang. His left hand, encased in armor, pressed against the old man's chest, releasing a gentle force.

Once domineering as a blue lion, now gaunt as a withered branch, the old man drifted backward, landing precisely in Chen Qi Sheng's arms.

Though the narration is lengthy, from the moment Chen Qi Sheng used the Bai Yu Jing's authority to bind Ding Huan's movements until Li Jun arrived on the blade, the entire sequence occurred in the blink of an eye.

Lightning and sparks, a white horse through a gap, barely enough for a wisp of night wind to brush past the shoulder, caressing the blade's edge.

War drums thundered, ancient zithers chimed, and the piercing flute notes stirred a murderous aura.

Amidst the stirring, heroic music, the Xiu Chun Blade struck Ding Huan's chest with a ferocious momentum!

Clang!

Ding Huan's hand flashed with a Civilized Cane, pressing down to block the approaching edge.

Behind Li Jun, the armor plates fluttered, and the speed of Chu Wu's shadow technique, enhanced by the black armor, became even more swift, like a ghostly phantom rushing toward Ding Huan.

His left hand pushed aside the cane, his wrist twisted, and he wielded the Yin Chi Long Blade, striking the opponent's abdomen with the hilt.

Ding Huan's reaction was equally swift. In the instant the cane was parried, he spun along the flying force, attempting to create distance.

How could Li Jun give him such an opportunity? The inverted long blade shot out from his elbow, elbow and blade together, aiming straight for Ding Huan's heart.

Keng!

The elbow blade struck the horizontal cane, leaving a shallow cut.

Li Jun's feet crossed, his body swayed sideways, his right hand dragging the blade's rear side, while his left arm, also bent into an elbow, launched forward, wrapped in a bone-chilling whoosh, smashing toward Ding Huan's temple.

Ding Huan retreated, arching his body backward, the rushing wind grazing his nose made his cheeks ache.

Before he could catch his breath, this usually proud and self-proclaimed chess master, the Hong Huang King, suddenly felt a piercing, bone-deep twisting pain in his abdomen. Stunned, he lowered his gaze and saw a dirty, pitch-black footprint on his snow-white shirt. His figure flew backward like a cannonball.

The fluttering armor plates emitted a whistling airflow, causing Li Jun's robes to rustle.

The blade and figure stretched into a thin line of light and shadow, and in an instant, caught up with the retreating Ding Huan.

The pale moonlight illuminated Ding Huan's dark, ferocious face. No matter how he thought about it, he never imagined that his lofty status as a top-tier cultivator would be overpowered by a lone warrior and a broken black armor, leaving him breathless.

Ding Heng forgot a truth: even the strongest generals must bow before the river-crossing soldiers!

"Even an ant dares to..."

"Shut up!"

The Horse King's roar was deafening, and the sonic wave surging from the black armor crashed into Ding Huan's ears.

Li Jun didn't speak, only raising the Xiu Chun Blade high above his head. The unique energy evolved from the mastery of the Meridian-Severing Fist and the Eight Extremes Boxing wrapped around the blade, and he struck downward at Ding Huan's face.

The latter's expression changed slightly, and he quickly grabbed both ends of the Civilized Cane, holding it before his body.

Zheng! The Civilized Cane shattered with a sound.

Ding Huan's eyes flashed with fury, snatching the broken cane and thrusting it left and right toward Li Jun's head.

Li Jun lowered his stance, dodging Ding Huan's counterattack, while his left hand clenched into a fist, the armor plates stacked layer upon layer, like a vicious iron claw, striking the opponent's chest.

"Uh!"

A line of blood spurted from Ding Huan's mouth, his eyes bulged, his body hunched and twisted, utterly disheveled.

Li Jun acted without hesitation, never one to waste words or threats.

Moreover, with the Horse King present, provocation was not his concern!

"Brat, weren't you quite arrogant just now? Now you're bowing and scraping! Lift your head—let the Horse Lord see you lift your head!"

Red eyes danced with frenzied crimson light in the helmet, and two ropes suddenly shot out from the black armor, wrapping around Ding Huan's arms and dragging his body toward Li Jun's raised Xiu Chun Blade!

Unfortunately, the Horse King's rank was slightly lower. Even if Ding Huan's physical abilities were weak, he wasn't someone easily bound.

Pip!

On the brink of life and death, Ding Huan gritted his teeth, exerted force to break the ropes on his body, twisted his waist, lifted his knee, and struck the Xiu Chun Blade's side with his shoe tip.

As the long blade was kicked away, Li Jun spun and kicked, his leg like a shadow, striking Ding Huan's face and sending him flying.

Ka.

Li Jun raised his palm forward, and a black muzzle suddenly appeared on his arm armor, circling around his left arm.

"Blast him to death!"

The Horse King's excited shout echoed!

Li Jun's brow twitched, and his tightly clenched fingers immediately triggered a violent explosion!

The unstoppable torrent of metal surged forward, pursuing Ding Huan's retreating figure.

The bricks and tiles along the way were all shattered into gravel. Even as the heavy rain poured down under the night sky, it couldn't fully cover the smoke and dust kicked up by the bullets.

Ka-cha.

This rooftop battlefield finally collapsed under the relentless impact of the metal flood.

Ding Huan's feet found no ground, his figure unsteady, and suddenly plummeted into the golden tower!

Swoosh!

At that moment, a pale tail flame suddenly ignited within the golden tower.

The hidden flying sword finally revealed its sharp claws, rising from below to the sky, charging toward Ding Huan's falling body!

"Strike the body, not the face; curse without exposing flaws. You dare call the Dao Lord a 'preparing' one? Motherfucker, killing you makes me an official human immortal!"

On the ground, Chen Qi Sheng looked up and sneered, his gestures not the traditional sword fingers of the Dao sequence, but a middle finger learned from the corpse of a Western Yi sequence!