93: Chapter 93 Demonic Sound True Skill, Nine Netherworld Soul-Devouring Melody!

"Is this a disturbance caused by the Demon Sect?"

Chen Ran tilted his head slightly.

His gaze swept over the chaotic scene, landing on the long, narrow trench that stretched for dozens of zhang.

He seemed to be considering something.

The few Silver Badge Constables nearby stood frozen in place, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Saber Master.

An expert of this Realm, even in the capital where hidden tigers and crouching dragons abounded, was an extremely rare existence.

These Silver Badge Constables were usually imposing and majestic, but in front of such a big shot, they were still not qualified.

Chen Ran paused, then finally spoke.

"Since this commotion was caused by someone from the Demon Sect, just shackle them and take them away."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

As soon as these words were spoken, the solidified air around them instantly began to flow again.

The few constables felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

"Thank you for your understanding, Senior!"

The leading Silver Badge Constable cupped his hands and bowed, his voice even trembling slightly.

Immediately, two constables exerted force with their feet, their figures shooting out violently.

In a few leaps, they crossed the distance of dozens of zhang and landed steadily on the edge of the trench.

The moment they leaned over to look, their expressions changed slightly.

The scene at the bottom of the pit was somewhat tragic.

The Demon Sound Sect True Disciple, Que Wuhua, was currently slumped in the pile of rubble.

With his body as the center, the ground for several zhang around him showed terrifying spiderweb-like cracks.

The magnificent robe on Que Wuhua's body had long since turned into tattered rags.

An extremely long saber wound extended from his left shoulder all the way to his right waist and abdomen.

He was currently on his last breath.

If not for the fact that a Rank 6 Martial Artist had Qi and blood far exceeding that of an ordinary person, and an extremely tenacious vitality, he probably would have died long ago.

The two constables looked at each other, both seeing deep horror in the other's eyes.

A famous Genius of the Demon Sect.

Just because he was passing by and disturbed this mysterious Saber Master, he was slashed into this miserable state with a single strike.

This arrest process was truly sigh-inducing.

The two did not dare to delay and quickly unfastened the specially made steel shackles from their waists.

"Click!"

The heavy shackles were locked onto Que Wuhua's neck and wrists.

Immediately after, one of the constables pulled out several sheets of yellow paper covered in cinnabar Talisman runes from his bosom.

"Pa, pa, pa!"

The Talisman were precisely stuck onto several major acupoints on Que Wuhua's chest and abdomen.

For a martial arts expert of this level, ordinary steel shackles were simply useless.

Only by completely sealing the Dantian, making it impossible for him to use any of his Internal Energy or True Qi, could the arrest be considered truly complete.

Just as the two constables stood up and dragged Que Wuhua out from the bottom of the pit.

Far away, a hundred meters away, a strange palpitation suddenly came from the depths of Chen Ran's Sea of Consciousness.

The ancient and vicissitudinous heavenly book of prison suppression opened in his mind.

[Detected that the host personally heavily injured and facilitated the arrest of the prisoner: Que Wuhua]

[Participation level: Extremely high]

[Calculating Karma rewards...]

[Obtained reward: Demon Sound True Art Cultivation experience (15 years)]

[Obtained reward: Demon Sound Sect ultimate technique · Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Melody (proficiency synchronized)]

[Obtained reward: 3 years of pure Internal Energy]

The eyes under Chen Ran's bamboo hat suddenly opened.

His spirits lifted.

He didn't expect that just heavily injuring the opponent and handing them over to Six Doors for arrest would result in the System directly determining a settlement.

And the rewards were so generous.

It directly synchronized 15 years of Que Wuhua's sound technique experience and his strongest ultimate technique.

The next instant.

A vast and complex flood of memories burst forth, crazily drilling into his mind.

Regarding the oscillation frequency of sound waves, the resonance technique between True Qi and vocal cords, the eerie syllables of the Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Melody...

Countless images flashed rapidly in his mind.

At the same time, an extremely pure warm current appeared out of thin air in his Dantian.

3 years of pure Internal Energy.

As soon as this power appeared, it surged crazily along the Meridians of his limbs and bones.

...

The two constables returned, dragging the heavily injured Que Wuhua.

Just as they were about to speak to express their thanks, they swallowed the words that had reached their lips.

In their line of sight.

That mysterious Saber Master wearing a bamboo hat had closed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought about something.

At the same time, an Aura, even heavier and more terrifying than before, was gradually awakening from within his body.

The invisible pressure piled up layer by layer, crashing into everyone's hearts like a giant wave.

He Linfeng stood not far away, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Under the impact of this terrifying Aura, his pride and joy, the Pure Yang True Qi, actually experienced a momentary stagnation.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, involuntarily accelerating its speed.

He stared fixedly at that figure in the bamboo hat.

This kind of oppressive feeling, as vast as an abyss and immeasurable.

He had only felt it from that Grand Elder of the Zhengyang Sword Sect who was in seclusion.

He possessed a Pure Yang Body that was rare in a hundred years, his Qi and blood were like a furnace, his True Qi was as vast as the sea, far exceeding his peers by several times.

But now.

Facing this mysterious person before him.

He felt that his own internal power was like a small lake, while the person opposite him was an endless ocean that could not be seen to the end.

"Just what Realm has this Saber Master Cultivated to?"

He Linfeng's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

He turned his head to look at the few Silver Badge Constables nearby.

He discovered that these veterans, who were usually accustomed to handling countless cases, were all wearing looks of horror at this moment.

No one could figure out the temperament of this mysterious Saber Master.

Thus, an extremely bizarre scene appeared on the long street.

A group of Six Doors elites and a Personal Disciple of the Zhengyang Sword Sect.

No one made a sound or acted rashly.

They just waited quietly for the figure in the bamboo hat opposite them to Cultivate.

...

...

East of the city.

The night was as thick as ink.

Above the silent streets and alleys, several rapid sounds of breaking through the air suddenly came.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Several figures draped in black robes, with cold Devilish Qi radiating from their bodies, were leaping crazily across the rooftops.

Their movements were extremely wretched, only caring about fleeing for their lives.

They had only one thought at this moment, which was to run fast.

"Puchi!"

A shrill white sword light suddenly slashed across.

A Demon Sect cultist running at the very back spat out blood and instantly fell to the ground.

The remaining few saw this scene and were instantly terrified out of their wits.

The speed under their feet increased by another notch.

No one could have imagined that Constable Lin in the capital had actually achieved a Breakthrough in her Realm.

At only twenty years of age, she had actually stepped into the Rank 5 Meridian Opening Realm.

Such a terrifying talent was rare even in the entire capital, far exceeding ordinary martial arts Geniuses.

Shua!

Once again, several sharp Sword Qi tore through the night sky.

Immediately, several more people groaned, their figures stopping abruptly and flying backward.

"If this continues, we will all die!"

The leading man, who had a lean figure and was holding two long blades, roared in a low voice.

"Split up and run!"

He made a move to flee toward a dark alley in the distance.

"Want to escape?"

A cold, clear voice exploded in the night sky.

"Do you really think this capital is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

A woman in a flying fish suit with frost-like eyebrows and eyes, a high ponytail, and a slender figure snorted coldly.

The next moment, her figure flashed.

She instantly appeared in front of the person who had spoken.

Lin Wan was expressionless, raising her fair hand.

The narrow green-edged sword in her hand brought up a blinding white light, the tip of the sword flicking up.

That Demon Cultivator was instantly sent flying backward, precisely crashing at the feet of the few constables chasing from behind.

The few constables acted skillfully, iron chains flying about.

In the blink of an eye, they had put shackles on the man, and his cultivation had also been Sealed.

Lin Wan narrowed her long, narrow eyes.

Holding a narrow green-edged sword, her tone turned cold.

"Stop now, and you might still keep your dog lives."

"If you run again..."

Before she could finish speaking.

An unexpected change occurred suddenly.

In the West City area in the distance, a strong sense of vibration suddenly erupted.

At the same time, an extremely violent and domineering Aura swept across the entire area.

Lin Wan's forward-rushing steps stopped abruptly.

When that Aura rushed to her, it was blocked by a layer of faint cyan light.

The few colleagues beside her also stopped their actions, looking toward the West City in suspicion and uncertainty.

"That place..."

A Silver Badge Constable swallowed his saliva.

"Is the area under the responsibility of Constable Song Chen."

"That Personal Disciple of the Zhengyang Sword Sect is also over there. What on earth happened? How could there be such a strong Aura..."

The next moment.

In everyone's sight.

In the night sky at the end of their vision, a huge and burly White Tiger phantom appeared out of thin air.

The White Tiger opened its blood-red maw, seemingly biting onto something, and then, accompanied by a gust of wind whistling past, the phantom slowly disappeared.

The few Silver Badge Constables showed confusion.

"Someone is fighting over there."

"What a powerful Martial Arts True Intent. Who on earth is using this Martial Art?"

But Lin Wan was stunned.

The strong wind blew her high ponytail into a mess, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, but she did not reach out to tidy them.

She stared fixedly at the White Tiger phantom that was dissipating in the night sky.

"This Cultivation Technique, this Aura..."

"It can't be wrong, it's him!"