30: Chapter 30 A deserted manor on a rainy night, a mysterious man!

Boom!

A pale bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the abandoned manor in the west of the city as bright as day.

A dull rumble of thunder rolled in.

Immediately after, rain the size of soybeans poured down.

The gale whipped the torrential rain, smashing it mercilessly against the dilapidated rubble and the muddy courtyard.

Between heaven and earth, a dense, impenetrable curtain of rain was instantly drawn.

The rainwater washed over the pools of blood on the ground, gathering into dark red rivulets that snaked down the stone steps.

Lin Wan leaned against a broken stone pillar, gasping for air.

Cold rainwater slid down her cheeks and into her neck.

"Divine Constable Lin, your life is truly tough."

The masked man's voice pierced through the curtain of rain, carrying a hint of mockery and cruelty.

"After being struck by my Heart-Destroying Palm and besieged for so long, you are actually still able to stand."

He slowly raised his longsword, pointing the tip at Lin Wan's throat.

"Unfortunately, no one can save you tonight."

"In your next life, don't be so clever again."

Lin Wan gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with the thick taste of blood.

Despair, like this torrential rain, pressed down upon her, covering the sky and earth.

"Am I just going to die so easily? I am not reconciled, I haven't yet..."

She stared fixedly at the masked man before her, her pupils reflecting the rapidly enlarging longsword.

The blade tore through the rain, carrying a sharp whistling sound, thrusting straight at her throat.

There was no way to dodge.

There was no way to block.

Lin Wan slowly closed her eyes.

It was over.

"Clang—!"

A deafening sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded in the rainstorm.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The expected stinging pain did not come.

Lin Wan opened her eyes abruptly.

The gale howled.

A blurred cyan afterimage, having torn through the dense curtain of rain at some unknown moment, appeared before her like a ghost.

A strong arm steadily wrapped around her waist.

A warm and overbearing Aura instantly dispelled the chill around her.

Lin Wan fell into a broad, sturdy chest.

She raised her head blankly.

What came into view was a cyan robe soaked by the rain.

And a cheap theatrical mask with an exaggerated smiling face drawn on it.

The oil paint on the mask glinted slightly in the rain, revealing an indescribable eeriness and absurdity.

But at this moment, this man in the cyan robe wearing the ridiculous mask stood before her like an insurmountable mountain.

The man's right hand held a sheathed black longsword.

The pitch-black scabbard was firmly blocking the masked man's lethal sword strike.

Violent energy blasted outward from the two of them as the center.

The accumulated water on the ground was instantly cleared away, forming a vacuum zone about a zhang in radius.

The masked man's expression changed drastically.

He felt a terrifying, overwhelming force surging madly into his right arm along the sword blade.

The webbing between his thumb and index finger split instantly.

Fresh blood splattered.

He let out a muffled grunt; it was as if he had been struck by a stampeding rhinoceros.

His feet slid backward across the muddy ground for seven or eight steps, plowing two deep trenches before he could barely steady himself.

His entire right arm trembled violently, and he could barely hold the longsword in his hand.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Only the sound of the rainstorm crashing against the ground remained.

The surrounding black-clad death soldiers all froze in place, their hands holding blades and swords stopped in mid-air, their eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

How is this possible?

The leader is a genuine Peak Inner Breath Realm expert!

That sword strike just now was a lethal blow delivered with full force.

Yet this man in the cyan robe who suddenly appeared, without even drawing his blade, blocked it easily with just the scabbard?

He even forced the leader back such a long distance!

Who exactly is this person?!

The masked man stared fixedly at the man in the cyan robe, a flash of deep wariness appearing in the depths of his eyes.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

"This is a grievance between us and Six Doors, so please do not meddle in other people's business!"

His voice carried a hint of feigned toughness.

The man in the cyan robe ignored him.

Lin Wan leaned in the man's arms, her eyes wide open.

She could clearly feel the sensation from the man's arm, as well as that steady, abyss-like Aura.

This was the first time in her life she had been in such close contact with a man.

Lin Wan opened her mouth, wanting to speak.

"Cough..."

A mouthful of dark red blood surged up her throat and spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Ran lowered his head and, through the eyeholes of the theatrical mask, looked quietly at the severely injured, dying woman in his arms.

He saw through Lin Wan's injuries at a glance.

Multiple Meridians were ruptured, internal organs were severely damaged, and she had lost too much blood.

If he had arrived a few steps later, I fear even the most brilliant physician could not save her.

Chen Ran did not speak.

He raised his left hand and pressed his palm against Lin Wan's back.

An extremely pure, warm, and thick Internal Energy was continuously transferred into Lin Wan's body.

This Internal Energy was overbearing yet precise, instantly sealing several of her fatal bleeding points and protecting her fragile heart Meridians.

A hint of color returned to Lin Wan's pale face, and her breathing became much steadier.

Chen Ran released his hand and gently pushed her to lean against the half-section of dry stone pillar.

Subsequently, he slowly turned around.

He faced the dozens of black-clad death soldiers in the courtyard, as well as the masked man who was treating him like a formidable enemy.

Rainwater dripped down the chin of the theatrical mask.

Chen Ran's gaze swept over the corpses littering the ground and finally landed on the masked man.

The masked man was fixed by that cold gaze, his hair standing on end, and a strong sense of crisis rushed straight to his brain.

"Playing god and acting like a ghost!"

The masked man bit the tip of his tongue to forcibly suppress the fear in his heart and roared sternly.

"Attack together! Kill him!"

"No matter how strong he is, he is only one person!"

The dozens of black-clad death soldiers woke up as if from a dream.

They were all killing machines that had undergone cruel training, leaving them no room to retreat.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by heaven-shaking shouts, dozens of black shadows stepped through the muddy water, rushing toward Chen Ran from all directions like a pack of mad wolves.

The glint of blades and swords wove into an impenetrable net of death.

Chen Ran stood quietly in place.

His right hand slowly gripped the hilt of the black iron longsword.

"Boom!"

An extremely terrifying, cold, and tyrannical Aura suddenly erupted from within his body.

This Aura was completely different from the orthodox martial arts of the Great Wei Court.

It was filled with the scent of destruction and slaughter.

On the surface of Chen Ran's skin, a layer of eerie dark red patterns faintly emerged.

The surrounding rainwater, upon coming within three feet of his body, was instantly evaporated by the terrifying high temperature, turning into large swathes of white steam.

Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

The supreme Mind-Cultivation Technique of the Demonic Cult.

At this moment, Chen Ran released the terrifying Aura belonging to the Demonic Cult without reservation.

The white steam and the black night rain intertwined, setting off his figure as if he were a demon god walking out of the abyss of Hell.

The few death soldiers rushing at the very front had their pupils shrink violently, their hearts seemingly gripped tightly by an invisible hand, their breathing instantly stalling.

Chen Ran moved.

"Zheng—!"

A crisp blade hum tore through the wind and rain.

The black iron longsword left its sheath.

There were no flashy Moves.

There were no superfluous movements.

Chen Ran simply held the sword and, facing the crowd in front, swung it casually.

A pitch-black blade Aura several zhang long, wrapped in the Aura of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, swept out like a tsunami.

Wherever the blade Aura passed, the curtain of rain was cut in two.

The air emitted an unbearable screeching sound.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The dozen or so black-clad death soldiers rushing at the front did not even have time to let out a scream.

The fine steel blades and swords in their hands, the moment they touched the black blade Aura, shattered inch by inch as if made of paper.

Immediately after, their bodies were severed at the waist.

Blood sprayed out across the sky, instantly staining the surrounding rainwater a shocking scarlet.

Severed limbs mixed with internal organs fell into the mud with a splattering sound.

One strike.

Merely a casual strike.

A dozen elite death soldiers were killed instantly.

The death soldiers behind were so terrified by this horrific scene that their courage shattered; they forcibly stopped their steps and retreated frantically.

The masked man's eyeballs were almost popping out.

He watched the black blade Aura, which had smashed through more than a dozen people like dry wood and rotten weeds, its momentum undiminished, heading straight for him, and his scalp went numb.

"Ah—!"

The masked man let out a desperate roar.

He frantically urged all the True Qi in his body, gripped his longsword with both hands, and slashed forward fiercely, attempting to block this lethal strike.

"Bang!"

The black blade Aura smashed fiercely against the longsword.

The Sixth-Grade True Qi that the masked man was so proud of was completely futile in the face of this violent power.

The longsword instantly exploded into countless fragments.

The blade Aura slammed heavily into the masked man's chest.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of breaking bones, the masked man's chest instantly caved in significantly.

His entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom!"

The masked man crashed through three thick brick walls in succession, finally smashing heavily into the depths of the abandoned main hall, kicking up a sky full of dust and smoke.

The rainstorm continued to pour.

However, the courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining black-clad death soldiers' legs trembled uncontrollably; they couldn't even hold their weapons, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

Beside the stone pillar.

Lin Wan leaned against the cold stone, her eyes staring fixedly at the back of the man in the cyan robe wearing the theatrical mask.

Rainwater slid down her cheeks.

Her breathing had completely stalled, and her full chest heaved violently.

One strike.

Merely one strike, and it had severely injured a Peak Sixth-Grade expert and routed dozens of elite death soldiers.

This kind of crushing, terrifying strength, this kind of overbearing and peerless Demonic Cult Aura.

Who exactly is this mysterious person?!