60: Chapter 60 Lesser Innate

The roar was like a Dragon! It could pierce gold and crack stone!

The invisible sound wave instantly transformed into a tangible shockwave, exploding outwards with him at the center.

The raging flames within a radius of one zhang were ruthlessly extinguished as if by an invisible giant hand.

Charred beams, broken tiles, burning embers...

Everything, in the instant the sound wave swept past, was like being tossed into an invisible grinder, exploding and turning into powder.

The sea of fire in the entire Eastern Warm Pavilions Separate Courtyard was actually cleared out by this one wild roar, forcibly creating a huge, charred, and messy void.

The roar soared upwards, tearing through thick smoke, shaking the night sky, and spreading for several miles!

Throughout Panshi City, the bandits of the Black Wind Stockade, who were frantically burning, killing, and looting while immersed in a bloody carnival, all froze in unison.

They were terrified to the core by this horrific roar, which sounded like the rage of a demon god.

Rage of Liu, who was laughing wildly while hacking open the door of a side room with a dripping axe, suddenly paused his massive body; the fierce light in his single eye was replaced by shock.

Vulture Old Monster, who was commanding minions to frantically move gold and silver in the warehouse, had his ten steel claws stop in mid-air, and his hunched body instantly tightened.

One-Eyed Biao, who had caught the scent of treasure in the depths of the inner residence and was attempting to dig for the entrance to the Li family's secret chamber, had his single eye narrow sharply, and he looked in horror toward the direction from which the roar came.

Meanwhile, at this moment, someone was sitting upright in the Li family's main hall on a blood-stained grandmaster chair.

Zhao Tianba, who was drinking wildly with one hand holding a wine jar and twisting Buddhist beads with the other, as if savoring this bloody feast, suddenly stopped his movements!

He suddenly raised his head, and his kasaya moved without wind!

On that face, which was a Fusion of the glaring eyes of a Vajra and the coldness of a viper.

The scar running across his entire face twisted and twitched due to extreme excitement and gravity.

A tangible, intense light shot from his eyes.

He stood up abruptly, his gaze locked firmly on the direction of the Eastern Warm Pavilions Separate Courtyard.

Subsequently, he spat out two words that sounded like metal clashing.

"Ding! Qing!"

"Big Boss!"

The burly figure of Rage of Liu arrived, crashing through the tattered screen.

His giant axe was dripping with blood, and his tone carried a trace of imperceptible fear.

"It's that jinx! He has returned! He is at the separate courtyard!"

"Good! Very good!"

Zhao Tianba slammed the wine jar in his hand onto the ground, causing wine and porcelain shards to splatter everywhere.

His kasaya billowed, and the dark gold patterns on his chest began to pulse like a living creature.

A violent, ferocious, and yet subtly Buddhist-implying, rigid, and fierce Evil Qi burst forth.

"Blow the horn! Gather the troops!"

His voice was like a great bell, shaking the beams of the house.

"Call everyone! Follow me to meet this Ding Qing!"

"Today, either his, Ding Qing's, head falls, or the reputation of my Black Wind Stockade is completely lost! Let's go!"

The earth-shattering sound of a horn tore through the chaotic night sky of Panshi City.

Seven figures exuding powerful Evil Qi rose into the sky from various parts of the Li family mansion, like starving wolves that had caught the scent of blood.

Hundreds of fierce bandits, their eyes red with killing intent, were like a black tide.

Carrying with them thick blood and killing intent.

Under the leadership of Zhao Tianba, they surged and gathered toward the direction from which the roar came.

Above the scorched earth, beneath the waning moon.

Ding Qing slowly stood up, holding tightly in his arms that small, charred corpse.

He stood alone in the center of the huge, circular, charred ruins that he had cleared with a single roar.

Beneath his feet was a huge charred circle radiating outwards, as if it had been trampled by an invisible giant god.

The burning embers emitted a pungent, burnt, and bloody smell, and thick smoke swirled, staining even the moonlight with filth.

The small, curled-up piece of charcoal in his arms was cold and light, yet it felt as heavy as if it had crushed the entire Panshi City.

The cold, unchangeable iron rules of the past and the heart-burning, raging killing intent of the present clashed violently within his chest, almost tearing him apart.

Under the shadow of his long hair, there were only two points of crimson light, melting with endless killing intent and icy, bone-chilling coldness.

They swept coldly and inch by inch over the figures surging and gathering from all directions.

The seven leading figures, with Evil Qi soaring to the sky, were like seven Vicious Beasts crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. They instantly occupied the high ground on the edge of the ruins, surrounding Ding Qing at the core.

"Ding! Qing!"

A roar exploded like a thunderclap!

Zhao Tianba's burly figure crashed onto a collapsed, charred beam ten zhang away from Ding Qing.

His tattered kasaya rustled in the night wind.

His chest was bare, and the strange dark gold patterns were pulsing violently beneath his bronze skin, like a living poisonous python.

The hideous scar on his face twisted and twitched due to extreme excitement and ferocity.

Intense light shot from his eyes as they opened and closed, locking firmly onto the jinx in the center of the ruins who was holding a charred corpse and as silent as a mountain.

"Good! Very good! It really is you! You killed my third brother and ruined the good deeds of my Black Wind Stockade!"

Zhao Tianba's voice sounded like metal scraping, carrying irrepressible rage and a trace of... insightful smugness.

"To be able to kill Sun San silently and force me to come out with my whole nest... I wondered what kind of sacred person you were!"

He stepped forward abruptly, and the charred wood beneath his feet shattered in response.

A violent, ferocious, yet subtly Buddhist-implying, Vajra-glaring, powerful Evil Qi burst forth.

Like a tangible gale, it stirred up a patch of ashes on the ground.

"In the end... you are nothing more than a Small Innate!"

The three words "Small Innate" were sent out by his vigorous True Qi, rolling across the ruins like thunder, clearly reaching the ears of everyone.

Those bandits and Evil Path experts, who were originally intimidated by Ding Qing's sky-soaring Evil Qi and showed surprise and doubt.

Their spirits were suddenly lifted upon hearing this.

The fear in their hearts was reignited by ferocity.

"Small Innate?!"

"The Big Boss is also a Small Innate! We're steady!"

"Brothers! Fight together and kill him! Avenge the Third Boss!"

The crowd was indignant, and the sounds of killing shook the sky!

Rage of Liu raised his giant axe, his single eye revealing fierce light.

"Big Brother! Why waste words with him! Chop him up and avenge Third Brother!"

He dragged his giant axe on the ground, plowing through the scorched earth, and was the first to attack.

His burly body, like a crazed rhinoceros, carried an Aura capable of splitting mountains and cracking the earth as he charged wildly toward Ding Qing.

His heavy footsteps made the ground shake.

Vulture Old Monster let out a strange screech, his hunched figure moving as fast as a ghost.

His ten black steel claws tore through the air, bringing up a harsh, sharp whistle, like a life-taking, sinister wind, as he lunged from the flank straight at Ding Qing's back.

The angle was tricky and ruthless.

One-Eyed Biao's single eye flashed with cold light, and the circle of poisoned flying shuttles at his waist instantly popped out like a peacock spreading its tail.

With a flick of his wrist, dozens of dark blue cold glints, like a pear blossom storm, carried a whistling sound as they covered Ding Qing's upper body from the sky.

Sealing off all his space for evasion!

The other few Evil Path experts also displayed their unique skills.

Blade light, palm shadows, and poisonous mist intertwined into a net of death, strangling toward the lonely and arrogant figure in the center of the ruins from all directions.

For a moment, strong winds surged above the ruins, and Evil Qi crisscrossed!

Facing this overwhelming siege, Ding Qing moved!

Not evading, not blocking!

He suddenly threw the small, charred corpse in his arms as if discarding an insignificant burden.

It was as if he were throwing this symbol of past powerlessness hard, smashing it heavily toward Rage of Liu, who was charging in the front with the strongest Aura!

This action was completely unexpected by everyone! Rage of Liu's single eye widened, and he subconsciously blocked with his giant axe!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the charcoal collided with the axe face and shattered! Fragments flew everywhere!

Just in this split second, when everyone's minds were captured by the flying charred corpse.

Ding Qing's figure left a clear afterimage in place.

His real body, like black lightning tearing through space, had already fiercely closed in on Rage of Liu.

Rage of Liu was terrified to the extreme, and he violently swung his giant axe downwards.

Ding Qing suddenly raised his head.

The fierce light in his eyes beneath his black hair was fully revealed.