90: Chapter 90 Chaos, Battle (4k)

The night wind suddenly turned bleak and tight.

The red paper lanterns originally hanging around the venue flickered violently, and then, amidst a bone-chilling cold, they all extinguished at once.

This strange disturbance forcibly drew the gaze of everyone present.

Pale moonlight leaked from the edge of the clouds, illuminating the few eerie figures standing on the flying eaves.

After seeing the attire and appearance of those individuals, the faces of several Martial Artists in the crowd with some Jianghu experience visibly drained of color.

"Sound entering the heart, disturbing one's mind... They are people from the Demon Sound Sect."

"That gaunt old man on the left... is the Demon Crane Xiao Hegui. Wasn't he wanted by the Demon Suppression Division with a dragnet ten years ago? How does he dare to return to the capital!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

More and more black shadows, like evil ghosts crawling out of Hell, silently descended upon the surrounding rooftops and high walls.

Only these complete desperadoes would dare to openly display killing intent at the feet of the Emperor, in the very heart of the Great Wei capital.

Extreme panic spread like a plague.

The civilians below let out shrill screams.

The crowd on the outermost edge scattered like a stirred hornet's nest, scrambling and crawling as they sprinted toward the alleyways in every direction.

Stamping, shoving, wailing.

The originally festive and peaceful venue turned into a chaotic and messy wasteland in the blink of an eye.

Que Wuhua lowered his eyelids, looking down from above at the civilians fleeing like ants.

"It seems everyone has quite a few complaints about our arrival."

The man's voice was not loud, and his tone even carried a hint of gentle inquiry.

But as the last syllable fell, visible transparent ripples spread through the air.

Invisible sound waves, like thousands of sharp steel needles, shot out indiscriminately in all directions.

Demon Sound piercing the ears!

The dozens of civilians closest to him suddenly froze in their tracks.

They clutched their ears tightly, and bright red blood gushed out from between their fingers, nostrils, and even the corners of their eyes.

In just two or three breaths, these people collapsed limply to the ground, twitched a few times, and then ceased to breathe.

This terrifying impact that struck directly at the spirit and eardrums—not to mention ordinary people with no Cultivate—even those low-rank Martial Artists who had just completed skin refining and tendon changing felt as if their internal organs had been heavily struck by a hammer.

"Hee hee, Young Lord Hua still has such good taste."

On the other side of the eaves, the gaunt old man called Xiao Hegui let out a strange laugh like a night owl.

Xiao Hegui raised his hands, which looked like withered tree branches.

Click, click. Two teeth-aching mechanical sounds rang out.

The flesh at his wrists rolled outward, and a pair of dark cyan steel spikes, about half a meter long, ejected directly from his flesh.

The surface of the steel spikes was pitted and covered in a dark green, highly toxic sheen, refracting a chilling, menacing light under the moonlight.

Que Wuhua's gaze crossed the chaotic crowd and locked precisely onto the center of the viewing platform.

Zhou Jingzhi stood there with a livid complexion.

"Master Zhou, everyone here is a smart person." Que Wuhua stopped tapping his fingers, his tone turning cold. "Hand over that Cultivation Technique, and we will turn and leave the city immediately, never to commit more slaughter here."

On the viewing platform.

This Great Wei scholar, who was always elegant and easygoing, now had his brows knitted into a tight knot.

"The old man here does not have the item you are looking for at all. You demonic cult Prodigies, acting so audaciously, are you trying to tear off the mask with the Great Wei Court!"

Before his words had faded.

Zhou Jingzhi took a sharp step forward, his large Confucian robe sleeves billowing in the wind.

He suddenly reached out his right hand, his five fingers spreading forcefully into the Void Realm.

Rustle, rustle—

Accompanied by the dense sound of flipping paper, several ancient books on the distant high platform moved without wind, their pages flying into the sky like snowflakes.

Every ink-black character peeled off in mid-air, bursting with a dazzling dark golden light.

An overwhelming and irresistible Noble Spirit erupted from Zhou Jingzhi, taking him as the center.

The golden halo was like an inverted, materialized giant glass bowl, firmly protecting the crowd behind him who had not yet evacuated.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Que Wuhua's Demon Sound ripples slammed violently against the golden light barrier, bursting out a series of heart-palpitating, muffled thunderous explosions.

The air was compressed by this immense force of collision, forming visible white waves of Qi that raged toward the high sky.

Zhou Jingzhi's complexion changed only slightly, and his figure faltered for a moment.

Noble Spirit does not Cultivate the Physical Body, only the spirit.

Drawing upon the righteous Qi of heaven and earth on such a large scale consumed quite a lot of his Mental Energy.

He took two steps back, his figure swaying slightly, and then solemnly cupped his hands toward Lin Wan and He Linfeng beside him.

"This old man lacks the strength. As for the matter of suppressing the rebellion and pacifying the people, I will have to trouble the two of you."

"Master, you are too modest. Since we have encountered this, we Cultivators should naturally act on behalf of heaven!"

He Linfeng grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

Clang!

He backhanded the pitch-black heavy sword on his back, which was as wide as a door plank.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, emitting an explosive sound that could pierce metal and split stone.

There was not a hint of fear in his eyes; instead, two balls of fanatical Battle Intent burned within them.

A domineering, crimson Sword Intent of Pure Yang Qi erupted from his burly body like a long-suppressed active volcano.

The surrounding cold Devilish Qi hissed and emitted white smoke under the searing heat.

"I told you, Master sent me down the mountain to the capital, there must be a fight!"

The muscles in his legs tightened suddenly, and blue veins bulged on his calves like little snakes.

Boom!

The bluestone platform beneath his feet was crushed into a half-meter-deep, spiderweb-shaped crater.

He Linfeng transformed into a burning crimson meteor, carrying with him violent heatwaves, and smashed straight toward the demonic cultists in mid-air.

Seeing that the Personal Disciple of the Zhengyang Sword Sect had already made a Move.

Lin Wan's gaze became as cold and sharp as a knife.

She pushed the sword guard with her thumb, drawing her saber half an inch, which emitted a crisp ringing sound.

"Master, please retreat for now. Where the laws of Great Wei stand, the Six Doors will naturally deal with these evildoers."

...

Dozens of steps away.

Chen Ran, following the panicked crowd, shrank into the shadows at the edge of the long street.

Faint golden light sprinkled from mid-air, like a layer of warm gauze draped over his shoulders.

That needle-like sonic impact, the moment it touched this layer of golden light, was like a mud ox entering the sea, dissipated into nothingness.

"Such condensed, such domineering Noble Spirit..."

Chen Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the upright and peaceful power on his body.

"To actually be able to turn invisible Mental Energy into a physical shield; he is truly worthy of being a great scholar in the Great Wei Court."

This kind of wide-area defense, which was almost like a spell, could never be performed by ordinary Martial Artists.

Chen Ran knew clearly in his heart that although Zhou Jingzhi did not have a martial Physical Body, here in the capital of Great Wei, with the Dragon vein at his back and drawing upon the national fortune and official Qi, his true combat power was absolutely not to be underestimated.

If a Martial Artist truly got close to him, it would certainly be a dead end.

But in this kind of tug-of-war battle, the crowd-control ability of a Confucian Cultivator was terrifying.

As his thoughts turned.

A sudden change occurred in mid-air.

A piercing sword cry tore through the noisy battlefield.

Lin Wan's figure was as light as a swallow; the tips of her feet tapped against a flagpole for leverage, and her whole body soared into the air.

A bright, snowy blade Qi slashed horizontally, splitting the raindrops and Devilish Qi along the way in two, pointing straight at Xiao Hegui on the eaves.

"A bunch of rats crossing the street, daring to sneak back into the capital to cause trouble! Do you really think the blades in the hands of the Six Doors have rusted?"

Facing this fierce strike.

Xiao Hegui did not dodge or evade, his face instead revealing a cruel, strange smile.

"Heh heh..."

He suddenly crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Clang!

The steel-forged long spikes precisely caught Lin Wan's blade edge.

Amidst the scattering sparks, a force of counter-shock rippled out.

Xiao Hegui used the force to retreat three steps, stepping firmly on the tiles, and laughed strangely: "You little girl, your saber technique has actually reached some level of proficiency. I have been hiding in the Southern Border for these ten years, and Great Wei has indeed raised quite a few good seedlings. It's just a pity that today you will fall into my hands!"

Lin Wan's face was like frost, and she did not retreat in the slightest.

The True Qi within her body circulated crazily without reservation, forming a small vortex of airflow around her, blowing her combat attire until it snapped loudly.

"Wait until you enter the death row cells at the bottom of the Heavenly Prison before you reminisce about your Southern Border!"

She suddenly raised her voice, her cold, clear tone carrying across the entire venue:

"Fellow colleagues, follow me and form a formation! Execute these demonic cult Prodigies on the spot!"

"Constable Lin is right! These lost dogs, how dare they be so rampant!"

As soon as the words fell.

Several powerful auras erupted in succession from the dark corners of the crowd.

Seven or eight Six Doors experts, wearing flying fish suits and carrying goose-quill sabers at their waists, killed their way out from behind cover like cheetahs.

Their Qi connected, faintly presenting a surrounding formation, sealing off the retreat path of the demonic cult members.

Several Jianghu wanderers hiding in the street corner watching the show noticed this movement, their eyeballs almost popping out.

"My heavens... One, two, three... a full eight Silver Badge Constables!"

"Has the Six Doors mobilized its entire nest? Even this kind of trump card elite has been sent out!"

"Stop watching! Hurry up and run for your lives! This is not excitement we can join in on!"

Anyone with a sharp eye could see the clues at a glance.

Those who dared to draw their blades here tonight were at worst internal experts of the middle three ranks or higher.

The scattered, raging True Qi shockwaves and the flash of blades and swords were simply a meat grinder for those low-rank Martial Artists who hadn't even Cultivate internal breath.

If one got even slightly closer, they would be chopped into pieces by the overflowing Sword Qi.

Before everyone could finish sighing.

At the core of the battlefield, a deafening roar erupted.

Rumble!

He Linfeng of the Zhengyang Sword Sect was embroiled in battle.

With one person and one sword, he forcibly encircled three demonic cult experts.

That incomparably heavy black giant sword seemed to have lost its weight in his hands, his Moves wide open, without any flashy techniques.

Every slash, every sweep, the Red Yang True Qi attached to the sword edge was like materialized magma.

Every collision burned a notch into the opponent's weapon.

He Linfeng was not embarrassed by being surrounded; on the contrary, the more he fought, the braver he became.

He was actually one person, suppressing three people as he fought!

"Satisfying, too satisfying!"

He Linfeng laughed wantonly, his blood and Qi boiling like a furnace.

"Constrained by those rules every day on the mountain, today I can finally fight to my heart's content."

Conversely, the three demonic cult experts were now fighting with increasing trepidation, their arms numbed by the vibrations.

"Hell, where did this reckless man pop out from? Is the True Qi in his body a vast ocean? How is it bottomless!"

"Look at this sword path and that domineering Pure Yang Qi... I remember now, ten years ago, that old monster of the Zhengyang Sword Sect took a final Disciple, known as the Pure Yang Sword Body that appears once in a century. Could it be this kid!"

"In a life-and-death struggle, and you still have the mind to whisper to each other?"

He Linfeng's roar exploded in the ears of the three like thunder on flat ground.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, his chest thrusting forward.

Within his burly body, the massive True Qi poured back into his Dantian crazily, then flowed along his Meridians and was all injected into the heavy sword.

The pitch-black sword body became crimson and translucent in the blink of an eye, as if it had just been fished out of a forging furnace.

The surrounding night wind evaporated into balls of nothingness in the heatwaves before it could even get close to the sword body.

"Sun-Piercing Sword!"

He Linfeng leaped up, the heavy sword carrying the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down, and slashed down fiercely.

Puchi—

A teeth-aching sound of metal melting and breaking rang out.

The demonic cult man leading them, with pale graffiti painted on his face, along with the iron nine-ringed saber he raised to block.

Were slashed from the top of the head all the way to the bottom by this violent, peerless sword strike.

Leaving only a mutilated corpse emitting the burnt smell of roasted meat, collapsing listlessly to the ground.

In just one encounter, the demonic cult side lost one elite.

The remaining two saw their companion's miserable death and felt a chill shoot straight from their soles to their crowns; the clothes on their backs were soaked through with cold sweat.

"Can't block it!"

"Retreat quickly, go find Young Lord Hua for reinforcements!"

The two had no more Battle Intent; they feinted a Move, turned around, and were about to flee in the direction of Que Wuhua.

...

Edge of the battlefield.

Chen Ran's footsteps were light, like a slippery fish, following the pushing crowd, and had already retreated to a safe area several streets away.

He leaned against the base of a wall of a closed pawnshop, looking from afar at the center of the venue, which was soaring with flames.

The situation was already very clear.

This group of demonic cult Prodigies had made a big scene when they appeared, and their Devilish Qi was quite intimidating.

But when truly facing the state machine of Great Wei, especially a violent organization like the Six Doors that specialized in dealing with Jianghu wanderers, their foundation was still far too lacking.

What's more, a Personal Disciple of the Zhengyang Sword Sect who was like a cheater had also gotten involved.

He Linfeng's unreasonable fighting style was simply the nemesis of these demonic Cultivators.

"This group of demonic cult members tonight will probably all fall here."

Chen Ran calculated silently in his heart.

According to this trend, he didn't need to make a Move; the people from the Six Doors could also control the situation.

The stability of the Great Wei capital was not something for a small jailer like him to worry about.

Just as he turned around, preparing to completely blend into the night.

Hum—

The [heavenly book of prison suppression] located deep within his Sea of Consciousness between his brows trembled violently without warning.

An illusory book, radiating an ancient and majestic aura, silently opened its pages in his mind.

[Fugitive detected: Que Wuhua]

[Target status: Extremely active, currently creating serious slaughter in the capital, heavy in sin; Host, please capture him into the Heavenly Prison]

[Note: If arrested by the Host personally, a large amount of rewards can be obtained.]

Chen Ran's footsteps paused, he shook his head with a smile, and casually took a bamboo hat from a roadside stall.

"Looks like I have to work overtime today."