152: Chapter 152 Chen Shanzhi Arrives

Hearing Murong Yun's heart-wrenching cry, Zhang Qing, dragging his broken body, didn't even turn his head.

He curled his lips disdainfully, his pace remaining steady and unhurried as he limped toward the heavy iron door of the dungeon.

Return to defend? Go save people?

Simply a fool's dream.

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit that had just revived on the altar was a genuine top-tier great demon in its past life, its strength comparable to a Human Race expert on the Heavenly Ranking!

Even if it was just a weak Evil Spirit that had just returned to a corpse, it would be more than enough for the people over at the altar to handle.

If those juniors over at the altar could manage to survive by dealing with it, it would already be a stroke of immense luck; how could they possibly escape to ruin his plans?

Meanwhile, at Shi Village's central square.

Murong Yun's roar, laced with despair like a night owl crying blood, clearly pierced through the din of the battlefield and crashed into Chen Shanzhi's ears.

Chen Shanzhi, who was in the middle of throwing a heavy punch, suddenly stiffened, his expression sinking to rock bottom.

Something happened!

He had left Zhao Er, who was at the Xuanguan Peak, along with Murong Yun to act as Protectors.

He didn't expect Murong Yun to shout such words now!

Furthermore, in Feiyu's condition, the black mist inside her body was like a time bomb.

If she were to take action, her life would absolutely be in imminent danger!

"Damn it, get lost!"

Chen Shanzhi roared, his eyes instantly becoming bloodshot as his entire body's True Yuan erupted without reservation.

He pushed the Extreme Yang Qi of the Yin-Yang Return to Origin Fist to its absolute limit, his fists resembling two golden meteors.

He bombarded the Serpent-man Evil Spirit in front of him recklessly, trying to forcibly tear open a path to retreat!

However, at this very moment, the Serpent-man Evil Spirit—covered in blood and with seven or eight broken bones from being ganged up on—acted even more like it had lost its mind.

"Hiss—!"

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit let out a piercing shriek, its crimson vertical pupils filled with frantic greed.

Although it wasn't very bright, it understood that roar.

As long as the people over there slaughtered all the Blood Food, the majestic blood Qi would pour into the altar through the grand array.

At that time, it would be able to recover even more of its strength!

These humans before it, who had beaten it until it fled in panic, would all have to die!

"Stay! All of you stay for this seat!"

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit was now completely disregarding its own life; it directly burned its last sliver of Origin, and its entire body erupted with a clump of extremely dense blood-colored Evil Qi.

It neither dodged nor evaded, tanking the Blade Auras of two guards. Its pair of sharp claws, like iron hoops, firmly blocked Chen Shanzhi's path, fighting in a completely suicidal, rogue-like manner!

"Fuck!" Chen Shanzhi smashed a bone in its shoulder with a punch, but he himself was also shaken by that blood-Evil Qi, causing his blood and Qi to surge, and his feet were forced to a halt.

Just then.

"Brother Chen, get out of the way!"

A delicate shout suddenly came from the side.

Chen Shanzhi caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and saw that Shen Lingfu had withdrawn from the battle circle at some point.

At this moment, with a pained expression, she pulled out an old Bronze Lantern from her robes.

The lantern was not lit, but as Shen Lingfu spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the wick, the Bronze Lantern instantly lit up with a clump of eerie, ghostly yellow firelight.

"Freeze!"

Shen Lingfu held the lantern with both hands and suddenly aimed it at the rampaging Serpent-man Evil Spirit.

The ghostly yellow light poured out like a physical substance, instantly enveloping the Serpent-man Evil Spirit.

"Buzz!"

An extremely bizarre scene appeared!

The Serpent-man Evil Spirit, which had been brandishing its claws and displaying monstrous ferocity just a second ago...

...the moment it was hit by this yellow light, its entire body became like an insect trapped in amber, suddenly freezing in mid-air!

Even the frantically flickering crimson light in its eyes fell into an extremely eerie stagnation!

"This really was a heavy price to pay..." Shen Lingfu's face was pale, and her hand holding the lantern trembled slightly.

She turned to look at Chen Shanzhi and said urgently: "Brother Chen, go quickly! Leave this to me!"

Before her voice had even faded, the four Xuanguan Peak guards nearby, who were already filled with rage, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity to hit a sitting duck.

"Chop it up!"

Four cold, glinting weapons, carrying the sharp whistles of tearing through the air, frantically struck at the frozen Serpent-man Evil Spirit!

Chen Shanzhi didn't waste any time on pleasantries.

He knew that Shen Lingfu had definitely pulled out her life-saving trump card.

"No words can express my gratitude, I'll pay you back later!"

Chen Shanzhi left those words behind, the floor tiles beneath his feet exploding with a "bang." He pushed the Spirit Sparrow Steps to the limit, turning into an afterimage hard to distinguish with the naked eye as he sped toward the dungeon.

The moment Chen Shanzhi rushed out...

...a ghostly cold fragrance swept past from the side.

Ouyang Wanqing, holding her water-blue longsword, silently followed closely behind Chen Shanzhi.

She glanced at the Serpent-man Evil Spirit being pinned to the ground and bombarded by the guards, knowing the situation here was settled.

But the situation at the dungeon was unclear, and she really couldn't rest easy letting this man face unknown dangers alone.

...

The two of them, one after the other, reached extreme speeds.

Within a few breaths, Chen Shanzhi rushed onto the open ground outside the dungeon.

The scene before him caused his pupils to shrink sharply.

Amidst the mess on the ground, Murong Yun lay in a pool of blood like a pile of mud, his fate unknown.

And at the base of the wall not far away, Jiang Feiyu lay on the ground, thick black Qi frantically erupting from all over her body.

She looked as if she had fallen into an ink vat, and even her breathing had become extremely weak.

What shocked Chen Shanzhi even more was...

...not far from the heavy iron door of the dungeon, there stood a man with his back to them.

Although that person was covered in blood and limped as he walked, Chen Shanzhi would recognize that back even if it were turned to ash!

"Zhang Qing?"

Enormous waves of shock surged in Chen Shanzhi's heart.

How is he still alive?

Moreover, the aura emanating from Zhang Qing now was simply like a different person!

But there was no time to think now.

Zhang Qing's goal was very obvious: it was the hundreds of refugees inside!

"Die for me!"

Chen Shanzhi's eyes were red, and he didn't hesitate for a moment.

The Spirit Sparrow Steps erupted again. He took three consecutive steps in mid-air, the air exploding with a series of sonic booms!

He instantly closed in behind Zhang Qing.

The True Yuan from the Xuan Guan Ten Apertures in his body gathered unreservedly in his right fist, and the Extreme Yang Qi of the Yin-Yang Return to Origin Fist blasted straight toward the back of Zhang Qing's head!

This punch was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

It was aimed entirely at blowing his head off!

Just as the wind from the punch was about to touch Zhang Qing's scalp...

...Zhang Qing's stiff body suddenly twisted around at an incredible angle.

A look of surprise flashed across his face, which was bleeding from its seven orifices.

He obviously hadn't expected Chen Shanzhi to be able to break free from the entanglement at the altar so quickly.

"Your reaction isn't slow."

Zhang Qing snorted coldly, laboriously raised his blood-stained right hand, and casually swatted outward.

"Buzz—"

The moment this palm strike was delivered...

...Chen Shanzhi felt as if all the surrounding sounds had vanished, as if the entire world had been put on mute.

In his vision, only this seemingly light and effortless palm strike remained.

Fist and palm met!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only an extremely bizarre and terrifying hidden force, like a bursting flood, frantically poured into Chen Shanzhi's body through his fist!

"Crack!"

The bones of Chen Shanzhi's right arm let out a crisp sound of being overburdened.

He was struck as if by a ten-thousand-catty heavy hammer; his feet left the ground, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string!