With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 183 The Power of the Demonic Sword, Dragon Bone Battles the Jade Pestle
At the entrance, a continuous stream of fuel-powered engineering vehicles entered and left.

After months of effort, this demon's lair has officially become one of the resource sites of the Great Chu.

at the same time.

The captain of the Yong'an City Police Department, [Liu Jinglong, the Cloud Claw], is leading a team to sweep away the remnants of the Blackwater Company who have fled into the Demon Nest.

"Captain Liu, let's eat first."

The demon's lair was too large to be searched out in a short time. After thinking for a moment, Liu Jinglong invited everyone to sit down and set up camp.

The noodles were piping hot in the pot. After they were cooked, the garrison soldier who was leading the way took the small pot off the fire and handed him a bowl.

"Captain Liu, conditions inside the Demon Nest are harsh, have something to eat first."

After Liu Jinglong took it, he smiled and said:

"This is nothing, we're lucky to have noodles to eat."

The smooth noodles entered my throat, before I could even swallow them.

He sensed an unfamiliar presence ahead and looked up.

Liu Jinglong could see that the man was slowly walking towards them.

A black scabbard hung at his waist. The moment the sword was drawn from his waist, the air within a hundred miles seemed to freeze, becoming calm and windless.

After Liu Jinglong saw the man's face clearly, he gave a wry smile.

"Bad luck. How did Li Xiao end up here?"

Confused, everyone prepared to form ranks and meet the enemy.

If he is a remnant of the Blackwater, does one person alone have the ambition to overthrow the world?
"Captain Liu, what's wrong?"

Seeing Liu Jinglong's defeated expression, the garrison leader, a martial arts expert, was puzzled.

Liu Jinglong lowered his head and remained silent. This person was [Blood Drinking Demon Sword - Li Xiao], a grandmaster of the demonic path with a bounty of 800 million.

If there's no chance, there's no point in running anymore; just wait to die.

"Didn't Li Xiao leave Yong'an seven years ago? How dare he come back?"

He forced himself to calm down and prepared to pass on the last piece of information to the police station.

【plum】

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Jinglong's pupils suddenly contracted.

His blood and qi, which were in their second major limit, surged wildly, but his limbs and bones felt as stiff as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Like him, everyone was surrounded by this overwhelming killing intent.

laugh--

A black arc of light seemed to rise from the horizon, accompanied by a soft sound like tearing silk.

Hundreds of meters away, Li Xiao drew his sword and slashed horizontally, carrying with him overwhelming demonic resentment, the Blood Drinking Sword Qi rippling outwards like waves.

In an instant, the stainless steel bowl in Liu Jinglong's hand turned into fine powder, and the scalding soup froze in mid-air.

The campfire, fueled by a bonfire, twisted into an eerie purplish-black color, while nearby, a fuel-powered engineering vehicle lay parked, its steel shell cracking inch by inch.

At the same time, a thin line of blood, as fine as a cow's hair, appeared in everyone's throat.

Before he could even scream, his body collapsed backward.

The aftershocks of the sword energy swept across, leaving both people and objects with smooth, mirror-like cuts.

bass--

The demonic sword was sheathed, and the demon's lair returned to its deathly silence.

At the same time, the blood accumulated on the ground gathered into a stream, reflecting a blood-red moon in the sky.

That was not real moonlight, but the scarlet, malevolent light left over from the sword energy, slowly drawing the blood of all living beings within a hundred meters.

In the distance, the Blackwater people cowered and watched the figure wielding the sword.

Despite being a member of the demonic path, this person's ruthlessness chilled everyone to the bone.

[Soul Refining, you can begin now. How long will it take?]

A voice came from the other end of the phone.

Boss, wait for me at the node in half an hour.

Okay, I'll go in and wait for you.

After hanging up the phone, the bald man looked at Meng Chuan not far away and smiled in a particularly sinister way.

"Kid, save your girl-chasing for your next life."

It was already 10 p.m., and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street; everyone had gone home to rest.

Meng Chuan called a ride-hailing service and stood at the intersection with Zheng Zhenzhen to wait.

"Why don't you come to Yanhua? It's not far from Yong'an city. We can practice martial arts together."

At the crossroads, Zheng Zhenzhen half-squatted in front of Meng Chuan, pouting as she spoke.

Meng Chuan shook his head, ignoring Zheng Zhenzhen's advice, and took a few steps back to the empty street, away from her.

He was feeling a bit irritable and inexplicably wanted to lash out.

"not good."

A sense of surprise flashed through Meng Chuan's mind, and he instantly dashed ten meters away.

boom--!
A loud bang was heard, and when I turned around, I saw that the spot where I had been standing had been forcibly pierced through.

Starting from the point of impact, the floor tiles curled up and cracked into a spider web pattern.

In the very center, a bald man holding a black jade pestle quietly stepped out.

"Very alert."

Zheng Zhenzhen, who was standing to the side, was about to step forward to help when Meng Chuan loudly reminded her:

"Don't come, call the police."

His words were concise and to the point. This man possessed extraordinary vitality and strength. Zheng Zhenzhen, a mere seventh-level martial artist, was probably no match for him.

Moreover, this person was carrying a weapon, which was the "hand pestle" that Lu Zhuxiao emphasized.

An ordinary person would collapse upon contact with it. Zheng Zhenzhen doesn't have any protective skills, so it's best not to go forward and cause trouble.

Meng Chuan's fists hung between his hips, covered by a patch of black, his face calm.

"Who is it, and what is the reason?"

"Many of us have fallen victim to you. I want to avenge my brothers. Is that a valid reason?"

Lianhun said with a forced smile, "A bastard from the Demon Summoning Hall."

blow--

In the blink of an eye, the dark jade pestle nearly poured into the top of Meng Chuan's head.

He instantly flipped his fist to block, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The immense impact forced Meng Chuan back two steps, his fist throbbing painfully from the blow.

"Nine levels. No, it should be called the fourth sublimation."

His soul-refining strike failed, so he immediately unleashed a powerful swing, his movements as swift and elusive as a phantom, sweeping across the room with tremendous force.

Meng Chuan's eyes were incredibly sharp. In an instant, he twisted his foot to the side, hooked his elbow to protect his face, and swayed back and forth to dodge the attacks, relying on his senses and the sound of the hand pestle swinging.

Like dancing on swords, the scene was so captivating that Zheng Zhenzhen, who was calling the police from afar, was overwhelmed.

She hung up the phone and lunged forward with all her might.

Lianhun had anticipated the surprise attack from the tiger cub behind him, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

With a swing of his arm and a twist of his body, the jade pestle traced a home run arc.

Zheng Zhenzhen suddenly changed direction halfway through the journey, quickly dodging the three-inch waist-sized obstacle.

The strong wind tore the fabric around her waist, leaving a bloody gash on her skin.

A cry of pain echoed, and Zheng Zhenzhen's rosy lips revealed an expression of unbearable pain.

Meng Chuan stepped forward, swung his arm, and unleashed the Liver Wood Entangling Fist, engulfing the bald man once again.

Clutching the gash in her waist, Zheng Zhenzhen leaped to a distance before stopping.

Her expression was complicated, and her fair chin rose and fell tensely with each breath.

Only then did I realize what kind of opponent Meng Chuan was facing.

Bang! Clang! Thud!
The fire of the heart and the fire of thunder echoed each other as Meng Chuan swung his arms, playing a duet with the hand pestle under the night sky.

The two figures moved nimbly in the distance, their footsteps causing the stone bricks on the ground to crack and the stones to shoot out randomly in all directions.

suddenly!

The jade pestle struck his left chest!
Meng Chuandeng retreated rapidly, his protective suit bearing a dent from the blow, and the outer membrane of his armor-wearing technique was also ripped, causing him to feel a bit short of breath.

In the distance, Zheng Zhenzhen's heart clenched again; she never expected that Meng Chuan, who always acted so assertively, would suffer a loss.

She put the pain in her waist behind her and bent down to continue looking for an opportunity.

Meng Chuan frowned slightly. This bald man's hand pestle dance was extremely skillful, and his technique was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

The point, the swing, the sweep, and the chop were all perfectly coordinated. In just a few moments of their exchange, the [Dragon Bone] had collided with the pestle dozens of times.

Just as Meng Chuan thought he had figured out this person's tactics, Lian Hun delivered a diagonal swing strike that landed squarely on his chest.

Fortunately, Meng Chuan's skills were highly proficient, and with the added protection of the protective suit, he was able to withstand the attack.

"This bald guy is no small fry in the Summoning Hall."

The moment they met, the attack that suddenly struck them was incredibly strange.

If it weren't for Long's recent progress in meditation, he would probably have had to admit defeat on the very first try.

"Meng Chuan, watch out for his hammer."

Zheng Zhenzhen shouted a reminder.

The two fought like a storm, and she couldn't find a chance to intervene.

Meng Chuan had no time to pay attention. He immediately stepped forward with his right foot, and the heavy fist wrapped in the Dragon Bone Gauntlet cleared the obstruction, fiercely thrusting towards Lian Hun's face.

Boom-!
The pestle and the gauntlet collided, producing a mournful, trembling sound.

Although the fist is short, it is incredibly agile.

One hand was entangled with the pestle, while the other, carrying kidney water, surged forth with the [Overlapping Waves Shattering Rocks Fist], about to leave the man with a damp mark.

The Soul Refining Pestle Technique was sinister and ruthless. The moment the pestle struck the fist, two fingers flicked slightly, and the pestle head, like a gazelle hanging by its horns, blocked Meng Chuan's other Water Flow Fist.

Meng Chuan was not surprised but delighted. It was indeed a test of his skills in real combat. In this dance on the edge of a knife, he gradually figured out the enemy's tactics.

Boom-!
The dark fist clashed with the black jade pestle once more, and the battle became extremely intense.

Lianhun thought to himself, "Damn it, this kid is pretty good."

He deduced that most of the martial arts masters and above in the city had been drawn away by the eldest brother in the Demon Nest.

But even if some ordinary martial artists with guns came along, they would all be defeated if they teamed up with this kid.

Distraction during battle is a major taboo. Lianhun and Meng Chuan locked eyes and regained their focus.

"Quick victory"

The thieves are dangerous, so Meng Chuan decides to take a risky move!
He blocked with one arm, feigning to give Lianhun an opening.

In reality, he twisted his body and pulled his leg out, the momentum of thunder and fire penetrating through his instep and sweeping heavily towards the jade pestle handle.

Lianhun thought his chance had come, but a thunderous roar erupted from his side, forcing him to jump back and dodge. At the same time, he raised his pestle and pushed horizontally, turning the pestle head to strike Meng Chuan's instep with force!

be cheated!
The recoil from the instep caused Lianhun's tiger's mouth to go numb slightly. The next instant, Meng Chuan thrust his arm straight forward, his left fist, filled with killing intent, aimed directly at Lianhun's face.

At this moment, Lianhun was unable to dodge, and it was too late to call back his hand pestle. It seemed that a heavy punch would shatter his skull!

As a Soul Refiner who survived countless battles, and as a subordinate of a Demonic Path Grandmaster, he saw the danger and immediately abandoned his hand pestle. He lowered his waist and grabbed Meng Chuan's right foot, then exerted force to twist him.

Zheng Zhenzhen, seeing an opportunity for the two to fight, pounced over, but was casually swatted away by Lianhun and sent flying backward at an even faster speed.

Even when the battle reached a dangerous point, his Soul Refining Fist technique was still quite good. The small cauldron on his chest hissed with black light, and surging demonic energy rushed to his wrist and condensed.

Then, like a venomous dragon exploring a cave, it swept through the scattered black mist and pierced straight into Meng Chuan's hamstring.

Even the burly, bald man had no idea that he was practicing the insidious Snake Fist.

However, those who follow the demonic path are nothing more than this.

Meng Chuan didn't care about his right leg; with Yan Kai protecting it, what harm was there in letting him twist it?
He leaned forward with force, about to press down on the man, but Lianhun, seeing the dark clouds overhead, immediately abandoned the leg he was holding and rolled to the side to dodge.

Meng Chuan hooked his toe, quickly channeled a burst of inner fire energy, and kicked the man's buttocks.

He secretly regretted it; if he had hit the waist, the outcome would have been decided.

Whoosh-!
Ignoring the burning and swelling pain on his ditch, Lianhun hurriedly lay on the ground, stretched out his arm, and tried to retrieve the fallen pestle.

Meng Chuan wouldn't give him a chance. Before he could retract his kick, he swiftly threw a lightning-fast punch in mid-air. The force of the punch propelled the pestle three zhang off the ground, where it plunged straight into the muddy ground of the distant green belt.

Lianhun's heart sank. He had failed today. He hadn't expected this "little genius" to be so troublesome.

There's no time left, and there's no escaping it now. If we continue like this...
"I'm going to die anyway."

(End of this chapter)