Chapter 247: The Storm Subsides (Part 4)

Chapter 247: The Storm and Rain Will Cease (IV)

Yin Baha dedicated his consciousness to the Huangliang Legal Domain, stirring the vast and boundless law force consciousness to relentlessly assault Ding Huan's neural acupoint.

The fear of the Great Ming Empire's laws, engraved in the genes of the Siam people for a thousand years, and the subconscious recognition of the Honghu's rebellious acts, plunged Ding Huan's unlocked genes into complete dormancy.

At this moment, he had no chance to use his transcendent abilities—only a physically formidable ordinary man remained.

Before Li Jun, he was as frail as paper!

"We can talk! We can talk!"

Ding Huan shouted aloud, but the only response was a dagger's cold, bone-chilling gleam!

He staggered backward, yet still could not evade the blade of Xiu Chun Dao, wrapped in gusts of wind.

Pfft!

Ding Huan's cheek and flesh convulsed; an ear and half a cheek were sliced away.

This blade could have severed his head outright, but Li Jun did not do so.

He intended to strip Ding Huan, this turtle bastard, of his skin and bones, to extract marrow and sap!

"I can help you kill Yu Canghai. If you're not satisfied, I can also ensure his reputation is ruined, leaving him worse than dead!"

Now, Ding Huan had none of the carefree demeanor of the Honghu Hidden King. Blood from his cheek stained half his body, his face etched with terror driven by death itself.

Slap!

A backhand struck his cheek, sending Ding Huan spinning through the air, landing in a disheveled heap.

Though a peak Sequence Six, he could not wield his sequence powers now, but his evolved physical prowess still held—yet he could not even dodge such a simple slap.

Alas, Ding Huan no longer harbored any thoughts of resistance, his mind consumed with what terms he could offer to spare himself.

"You want the Qingcheng Group? I can do that too! Their internal shareholders are at odds; give me time, and I'll have them tear each other apart!"

Bang!

The force to his chest left Ding Huan dazed, a coppery taste flooding his throat, and he vomited fresh blood, his just-risen body toppled again by a kick.

Xiu Chun Dao pursued, and the surging fear in his heart made him instinctively raise his hand to block the incoming chill.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed, a severed arm flung into the air!

The excruciating pain jolted Ding Huan's dazed consciousness back to clarity. The Honghu Hidden King clutched his arm's severed end, emitting a hysterical scream of agony.

His body, prostrate on the ground, kept receding, blood unstoppably dripping from the gaps between his fingers, drawing a seeping crimson line across the Jin Lou's floor.

At the line's end, Li Jun walked without expression, dragging his blade—each step a death knell tolling in Ding Huan's heart!

"You took the inheritance of the Chu Wu Gate. Don't you wish to avenge them? I can tell you who killed them back then!"

"Moreover, I know who betrayed you when you first entered Chongqing Fu! It was someone from the Mo Family's Tian Zhi Society, and they're still watching that girl named Wu Ya Duo Duo!"

"You'd better save your breath for a good wail."

The voice of the Horse King, laced with indifference, echoed from the helmet.

Still, Li Jun, his face smeared with mottled blood, remained silent. He extended his left hand, five fingers gripping Ding Huan's shoulder, and a terrifying force surged from his fingertips, tearing tendons and misaligning bones.

Accompanying the crackling of his entire skeletal frame shattering, Ding Huan kept vomiting dark red blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

Even so, his mouth still uttered fragmented words.

"Gong Qing. Hong, he's not dead yet. I can hand him over to you."

"The damned ones—none shall live. Including you, and your Honghu."

Li Jun finally spoke, plunging Xiu Chun Dao into the ground, his right hand, adorned with the Wuchang Ring, covering Ding Huan's face.

A ghostly light flickered, and the ring emitted a terrifying sound like someone weeping.

A pair of fear-filled eyes squeezed between his fingers, gazing at Li Jun with desperate longing.

"Don't throw me into the Imperial Prison. Please, I have secrets, I still—"

Li Jun remained deaf to Ding Huan's pleas. A black thread shot from the ring, burrowing into Ding Huan's nostrils, racing toward his brain.

"Ahhhhh."

Ding Huan's shrill scream echoed, his eyeballs trembling wildly, his pupils consumed by a ghastly pallor.

Moments later, the blood-stained thread retracted into the ring.

Ding Huan's seven orifices oozed winding blood, his mouth agape, a crimson tongue lolling out.

His consciousness had been cast into the Imperial Prison, leaving behind only an empty, soulless husk.

[Acquired Mastery Points: 270]

[Remaining Mastery Points: 366]

Li Jun paid no heed to the black text dancing on his retina.

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled Ding Huan's corpse into the air, gun barrels circling his arm once more. He clenched his fist and fired!

Scorching bullets soared skyward, washing the airborne corpse into a mist of blood and flesh, raining down.

Li Jun, holding Xiu Chun Dao, walked slowly, letting the splattered blood rain stain his body.

Step by step, he approached the grand, solemn hall. Passing the unconscious Jin Yi Wei and the dazed Wang Xie, he neared the frail corpse wrapped in tattered Feiyu robes.

Just as his shadow was about to pass the corpse, a shout rang out behind him.

"Li Jun."

Wang Xie's lips trembled. "What are you doing?"

His tone was oddly conflicted, as if carrying a warning, yet tinged with anticipation.

"The damned ones—none shall live."

Li Jun did not halt, stepping over the mountainous pile of fallen bodies and the remains of mechanical beasts, finally stopping before the azure ceremonial robe.

Zhu Youhong stood with hands clasped behind his back, calmly gazing at the blood-soaked figure nailed before him.

"You wish to kill this king?"

"Can you kill me?"

The voice from beneath the ink-black helmet was hoarse, like grinding gravel.

"Yan Baifu sacrificed himself to save your life. If you kill this king, you will violate the Great Ming Laws. How will you face him then?"

"Then let me do it!"

The Mo Armor detached itself from Li Jun's body, two black short blades spewing from his palm.

Zhu Youhong's voice boomed, "The Mo Family is not beyond the law, nor are their artifact spirits!"

"Then let the Great Ming Laws come to the Mo Armor Sacred Forum to find me! This Horse King wishes to test—who is stronger, the Mo Family's Ming Gui, or the Great Ming's law enforcers!" the Horse King sneered.

The Mo Armor had just taken a step when a raised arm blocked it.

Li Jun reversed Xiu Chun Dao, pressing the hilt against the imperial marquis before him, word by word: "Shall I help you, or will you do it yourself?"

Zhu Youhong fell silent for a long time, his voice tinged with gloom as he asked, "Must this king die?"

"Certainly," Li Jun replied, his words as sharp as chopping nails and slicing iron.

"Indeed, perhaps if this king dies, he might be more useful than alive."

Zhu Youhong let out a long sigh, his eyes falling to the knife hilt before him. A faint smile crossed his lips as he said, "Then let not this king's blood defile the loyal minister's blade."

He slowly turned around, taking deliberate steps toward the throne that stood upon the steps.

As Zhu Youhong ascended the steps one by one, a raging fire suddenly erupted in this magnificent hall!

The blazing fire serpents ignited the window lattices, devouring the curtains, while thick smoke surged through the dome's breach toward the starlit sky.

Zhu Youhong's silhouette twisted in the flames as he slowly smoothed each fold of his ceremonial robe and combed every strand of disheveled hair. He clasped his hands before his chest, bowing deeply to the fallen Imperial Guards, to Li Jun and Wang Xie, to Yan Bajiang!

"Zhu Youhong of the Great Ming Empire, here to apologize to all of you!"

Tears streamed down Zhu Youhong's deeply buried face as he said, "Father King, I have done my utmost."

Boom! The flame dragon swept through, and the grand hall collapsed!

At that moment, the crisp sound of copper locks shattering rang in Li Jun's ears.

Deep within his body, another door of shackled genes burst open!

The wind and rain will cease, and the warriors will lay down their arms!

Outside the Nan-Yu District City.

Jiu Mu gazed at the Hongya Mountain ablaze with fire, his face suddenly turning ashen. An ominous tremor clutched his heart.

Escape! Hurry! The warning scream from the Buddha Country's host echoed in his mind.

But before he could take a step, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the edge of his vision.

In the distance, the fire dragons raged; nearby, the wind and rain were like dusk.

Rainwater fell into his eyes, causing Jiu Mu to unconsciously blink.

As that instant of darkness faded, the just-opened eyes were already filled with a blinding blade light.

Ah!

Jiu Mu roared angrily, his cheeks sliding apart to reveal the Vajra Buddha face hidden beneath his human visage!

Pch! The Spring Embroidery Blade descended from his brow, swift as a breaking bamboo, severing his entire body!

Along with the dismemberment was the thumb-sized micro mechanical monk.

And it was Jiu Mu's Buddha Country host!

The Chongqing Prefecture chapter ends here. If any of you helmsmen have any dissatisfaction, feel free to tell Wen Xi!