Chapter 419: It's Not Just You Martial Order Who Can Fight!

The chamber breathes with hushed tension, shadows clinging to walls where whispers coil like serpents, while distant footsteps murmur secrets through the silence, and somewhere beyond the veil, a specter watches, its gaze a silent promise etched in the marrow of forgotten time.

Clang!

The Star-Piercer was smashed backward along its path, and Li Jun, like an enraged falcon, crashed directly through the obstructing wall, bringing it down.

The flying bricks and stones whistled as they rained down onto the street, shattering into piles of fine dust.

Inside the hotel room where dust and smoke billowed, the brass knuckles pressed against the sword blade, forcing it into a terrifying arc that seemed ready to snap at any moment, threatening life and metal alike.

"It seems I still underestimated you all."

Behind the trembling blade, Luo Cheng's eyes remained completely untroubled, and a faint smile even hung at the corner of his mouth.

"If I may ask, how exactly did you find me? Was it the White Jade Capital, or the Directorate of Astronomy?"

Li Jun ignored him entirely, his gaze fixed straight upon Xie Bi'an nearby.

With a talisman plastered over his face and blood-red characters piercing his chest, this sight caused Li Jun's heart to stop short.

"Loyalty? That was the very first emotion I stripped away years ago. A merciful mind cannot command armies, and a benevolent heart cannot govern; you Martial Order fools are obsessed with this, destined to defeat at the hands of the Dao Order!"

Amidst the mocking words, dense golden silk threads suddenly entwined the purple flying sword pinned by the knuckles, and the bent blade abruptly snapped straight, sending a massive backlash surging from the fist back into Li Jun's body.

Crack.

With a faint fracturing sound, a crack spread across the brass knuckles, accompanied by a muffled, youthful groan.

"A mere sixth-rank Mohist Armor dares to withstand the edge of my flying sword?!"

Li Jun made a split-second decision, dodging to the side to evade the slash of the golden blade.

Before he could steady his stance, a familiar silhouette suddenly flashed across the periphery of his vision.

A sudden chill arose in Li Jun's heart, and a sharp prickling sensation welled up from the small of his back.

It was the instinctual warning of danger!

Bang!

An activated fire talisman exploded behind Li Jun, and scorching flames swept through the entire room, completely engulfing his figure.

Amidst the rolling black smoke, the figure who had ambushed him was also propelled out of the shattered wall by the surging heatwave, falling from the heights toward the cold, hard street.

Zheng!

A black sword shadow soared up from the ground, sweeping past Xie Bi'an's limbs with incredible speed.

Pfft!

"Ah!!!"

In a roar resembling a wild beast, Xie Bi'an's limbs were cleanly severed, blood spurting violently from the stumps, revealing bones that had been carved with fly-speck-sized Daoist runes at some unknown moment.

Yuan Mingfei leaped up with the agility of a tigress, catching Xie Bi'an's mangled torso and landing firmly.

Hum.

The Paradox Buddhist Realm installed inside Yuan Mingfei surged to maximum power, her right fingers gripping Xie Bi'an's skull in a posture like a divine empowerment.

Malice surged within her phoenix eyes, and a pair of brilliant golden swastikas emerged from the depths of her chestnut pupils.

"I can only sever the link between them for fifteen minutes, hurry!"

At the same time, Chen Qisheng pressed his right fingers together like a sword, thrusting them against the edge of the talisman on Xie Bi'an's face.

His sword-fingers acted as a crowbar, forcefully prying up a corner of the talisman that had sunk deep into the flesh.

Through this sliver of a gap, one could see a mass of sticky, bloody threads and neural wiring bundles extending from the body of the talisman, piercing through Xie Bi'an's features into the depths of his skull.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Xie Bi'an's severed limbs flailed continuously, the gushing blood quickly staining Yuan Mingfei's clothes red.

Yet neither she nor Chen Qisheng, who was trying to extract the talisman, had any spare attention to heed the unending screams in their ears.

Click.

A large hand reached across, grabbing Xie Bi'an's jaw and pulling down, dislocating it directly.

"What are you wailing like a ghost for, Little Bai? It's just a minor scratch, don't embarrass your old man."

Fan Wujiu held a can of hemostatic spray, carefully treating the wounds on Xie Bi'an's limbs, and only after seeing the bleeding finally stop did he speak to Chen Qisheng and Yuan Mingfei: "You two, I leave Little Bai to you."

He lowered his head and patted Xie Bi'an's cheek, "Hang on, your father is going to slaughter that son of a bitch for you!"

Fan Wujiu's blood-stained hand grabbed the Fire Dragon Out of Water launcher by his feet, and as he reared up, the dense sound of footsteps around them rose like a tide.

Yaksha, Fiend-Slayer, Painted Skin...

Muzzles formed a forest, angrily pointing toward the figure treading a flying sword in mid-air.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A hail of bullets sprayed and artillery flames filled the sky.

Yet such fierce firepower was completely blocked by a golden talisman swallowtail shield.

This sight caused Fan Wujiu's eyes to nearly split with rage, but he was helpless. A deep sense of impotence spread through the hearts of the Inugami City Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"You must absolutely not stay far from him; once he reconnects with me, even a heavenly immortal from the White Jade Capital won't be able to save him."

Luo Cheng sat cross-legged upon his flying sword, his expression indolent, yet his eyes looking down at the crowd were filled with utter detachment.

His choice to target Xie Bi'an first was not a whim, but the result of deliberate calculation.

As the Banner Lieutenant of the Second Bureau, Xie Bi'an knew every detail of the Inugami City Centuria; if he prized his life and surrendered, he could have sneaked back into the office to assist in killing Li Jun, Chen Qisheng, and the others one by one.

If he refused to cooperate, Luo Cheng could still refine him into a Yellow Turban Wraith, acting as a powerful tool to constrain the Inugami City crowd, just as he was doing now.

Aside from the Centurion King of Hell, the only ones in all of Inugami City who could pose a threat to him were the Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, Chen Qisheng, and that Buddhist Order renegade, Yuan Mingfei.

As for the others, they were not even worth mentioning.

"Even immortals need to use their brains; that crowd from Luo Tian is simply too foolish."

On the ground, Chen Qisheng abruptly looked up, shouting furiously toward the burning sea of fire: "Old Li, kill him within fifteen minutes, and Little Bai can still be saved!"

"Kill me? Do you have the ability?"

Luo Cheng's expression was arrogant as he looked down upon the rolling thick smoke, within which a towering figure was looming.

"The entire Dao Order's Grotto-Heavens believe I have long been at the Fourth Realm, but in truth, I am still at the Fifth. My point in saying this is to tell you that your Martial Order are not the only ones in this world who can fight!"

The moment Luo Cheng's words fell, a pair of eyes harboring scalding, lawless flames leaped forth from the dense smoke.

Donning a helmet and laced armor, with a red eye embedded in his brow, his hands bore no brass knuckles, but instead held a black straight saber enshrouded in crimson flames.

The martial artist dons his armor, killing under a boiling night!

"Done with your nonsense? I'm in a hurry."

Li Jun's body was like a taut, powerful bow; his legs bent slightly, then snapped straight, rocketing into the sky.

Devouring Dragon and Tiger.

Binding Flames.

Heavy Tower, Collapse!

Bang!

The yan tail is like paper pulp, shattering into a thousand scattered fragments.

The flying sword pierced the star tail, its length slicing through the face of Li Qian, only to be met with a black blade slicing through its body head-on.

The city square’s wind chimes echoed as Li Qian retreated, his face pale, eyes fixed on the blade wrapped in his armor, the silhouette of his form drifting through the air.

In that moment, a dream stirred within him—still woven by the mind of Ming Qian and the fleeting touch of a world beyond time.

Even the pressure of the moment now felt heavier, as if the very air had thickened.

“Is this the solo performance of the Five Arms?!” he exclaimed, voice booming.

Li Qian laughed, the sound sharp and bright, as the top of his hairstyle exploded like a burst of flame.