I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

After a brief moment of shock, a violent storm came from in front of us.

Because Li Lin clenched his left fist, spun around, and threw a punch at the young master's face.

The moment he threw his punch, rose-colored flames surged from the void, accompanied by faint thunder, followed by a purple-gold twilight, and white jade-like antlers sprouting from his forehead, bursting through his mask and hood. The fragrance of hawthorn blossoms in the air was so intense it was suffocating.

The fine, metallic light roared like a tidal wave, swirling on Li Lin's left arm and forming a dark hurricane.

Between the metal and the intense light, tiny bolts of lightning crackled and swirled, unifying all forces under a massive gravitational pull.

In that instant, it was as if a torrent of sound burst forth from the void, tearing apart everything in its path and slamming its power into the retreating young master before it!

"Hmph, want to run away?"

Li Lin stretched out his right hand and grabbed at the young master.

Metalworking Techniques: The Art of Melting Gold, Part One: Iron.

Its effect is to pull the metal.

He pulled the young master, who was originally using the water flow beneath his feet to retreat rapidly, into the storm unleashed by his left fist!

Li Lin has never liked multiple-choice questions. If someone forces him to do so, he will only beat up the person who sets the questions.

......

The members of the Fools waiting outside the teahouse on the rock were somewhat bored. They knew that although Prince D'Artagnan was only ranked last among the Fools, in terms of pure combat strength, he was among the top of the eleven executives of the Fools.

Even if he went in alone, he could safely defeat all enemies. As the young master's direct subordinates, they had absolute confidence in his abilities.

They were only jealous of Li Lin; they didn't have to take direct action, and they could at least get to know the young master.

"I don't know what kind of luck that kid had, my god, he actually caught the eye of the young master." A burly member of the Fools said.

“I don’t think it’s necessarily a good thing,” muttered Lei Ying, the sorcerer carrying a lamp shaped like a moth-attracting lamp. “The young master’s request is not something that ordinary people can meet.”

The young master is fond of fighting and often rushes to various dangerous places just to spar with his enemies. Even without Li Lin lifting a finger, just venturing into those inhuman areas is enough to kill someone.

The members of the Fools fell silent at the thought of their unknown future.

In the silent night, the same Lei Ying sorcerer suddenly spoke: "Did you... hear anything—"

As a sorceress who manipulates fireflies with sound and light, she is extremely sensitive to sound.

“No, you must have misheard…” The fools standing to the side shook their heads in denial, but they couldn’t finish their sentence.

The debt collectors' voices were drowned out by the howling wind. The door and load-bearing walls of the Iwagami Tea House crumbled before the torrent of metal, and a figure shrouded in deep blue and pitch black fell hastily from the torrent.

The executive officer's attire was tattered in the storm, his battered body was covered in scars, as if scorched by flames; a gruesome wound stretched from his collarbone to his chest, as if cleaved by an axe; one of his once slender legs was strangely bent, as if crushed by a large wheel.

"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad—" The young master's voice, filled with suppressed pain and pleasure, rang out, "Hehe, all of you, retreat!"

He got up in a disheveled state, then looked excitedly at the figure emerging from the ruins, draped in the glow of the setting sun.

"I never imagined I'd be able to fight an immortal!"

205 You found out!

Master Li curled his lip.

All he could think about was punching the young master to death, but unfortunately, the level difference was too great.

Prince Tartaglia possessed innate talent for combat and was taught the art of slaughter by the Abyss Swordsman in the Abyss. He then joined the Fatui and was able to meet the throne of the Ice Queen, receiving one of the eleven powers of the Ice God.

On the dark green tabletop, illusory ripples flowed around the card belonging to the young master, then instantly solidified like pitch-black mud. Between the ripples and the mud, the abstract face of the young master Tartaglia resembled a ferocious demon.

Opponent: "Prince" D'Artagnan

[Rank: Fourth Mark]

[Nature/Characteristics: Blade, Winter, Heart]

[Dartaria learned the art of "how to end things" in the abyss, techniques etched into his skin. He descended to the Void and returned alive, yet those who gaze upon the Void are burned by the lamps of black jade. A being who could no longer love dripped her tears into his eyes, extinguishing the fire within them.]

Be careful of his eyes.

The sudden noise startled the people of Liyue, who didn't have a particularly active nightlife. They lit lamps and opened their windows to see what had happened.

Upon seeing the figure with deer antlers on its head and draped in clouds, the people of Liyue instantly became as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"Wife, come out and see the immortal!"

"This old man saw a deity today..."

"What a beautiful fairy sister!"

The vast majority of the comments were flattering words that Li Lin loved to hear, with only a few outrageous remarks interspersed among them.

wow-

The ruins of the Iwakami Tea House were torn open, and the receptionist, who was unharmed in the eye of the storm, emerged.

The lights of countless homes illuminated Li Lin's profile, his dark eyes, which gazed at the young master, were devoid of any emotion.

"Immortals subdue demons; mortals, do not disturb them."

"How interesting, you've turned me into a demon so quickly—" Blood dripped from the young master's palm, mixing with clear water to form a spear. "We were having lunch together this afternoon, you savior, Master Li!"

"But can Liyue afford the consequences of angering the Winter Kingdom?!"

The young master laughed heartily, surveying the Liyue people around him and watching with satisfaction as they fearfully looked away.

But at that very moment, a high-pitched drumbeat rang out from around Li Lin.

No, it was less like the sound of drums and more like a heartbeat that resembled the rhythm of drums—a powerful core that roared like thunder.

A raging fire rose from Li Lin's fist, burning fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, countless metallic scraping sounds came from the flames, and a menacing suit of armor emerged from the void, arming Li Lin into a three-and-a-half-meter-tall steel giant. Towering antlers protruded from the metal crown, pointing straight to the sky like spears.

The Lament Spear and the God-Shocking Staff fell into Li Lin's left and right hands. With just a swing, they stirred up a storm powerful enough to sweep the long street flat.

A chilling laugh rang out from the imposing armor.

"What consequences are there? Is it that I abandoned the Queen of Zhidong Kingdom after seducing her, resulting in the birth of an unfilial son like you?"

The young master's pleased smile froze on his face.

......

At this moment, even the most obtuse of the Thousand Rocks Army, who had been guarding Liyue all night, had already realized the unusual situation.

A loud bugle call came from all directions, followed by the clanging of weapons and armor rubbing against each other, and finally a shout that shook the sky.

"A thousand cliffs stand firm, towering peaks remain unmoved, a fortress of armor stands tall, pacifying demons and vanquishing evil!"

At the forefront stood Yuhengxing Keqing, carrying a three-foot-long sword and with a slightly dark complexion. Behind her was Gan Yu, holding a longbow and with a serious expression.

Ke Qing was woken up by the noise as soon as she fell asleep, while Gan Yu hadn't slept at all.

After all, people's physical condition cannot be generalized. Gan Yu once went a week without sleeping when she was in a state of extreme excitement. If it were Ke Qing, she might have died suddenly in two days.

But in that instant, a tremendous roar, like the surging tide, came again, and a black storm howled from the center of Tiger-Eating Rock towards the calm sea.

At the very forefront of the storm was a figure that looked like a rag doll.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the immortal, adorned with a crown of deer antlers and clad in majestic armor, sent the group of foolish children who had been spouting nonsense flying with a single punch!

The young master's arms were wrapped in flowing water and lightning, barely resisting the tearing of the storm, but were pushed backward by the accelerating force time and time again.

The dark storm before them grew ever larger, and with Li Lin, who was in the eye of the storm, throwing punch after punch, it had already accelerated to a terrifying level. The storm was like a wall that stretched from the sky to the earth, forcing the young master to retreat hastily to the sea.

The lightning and water dissipated once more, and blood spilled from the young master's lips. He staggered backward again, kneeling on the water's surface, watching the majestic figure that had unleashed the storm.

He recalled the hideous demons he had glimpsed in the abyss.

They had already left the city of Liyue and arrived at the vast sea.

The previous attempt to kidnap the people of Liyue, thus making the immortals hesitant to act against them, has completely failed.

"Damn it, damn it—they didn't even give me a chance to recover. Is this what the immortals of Liyue are like? They can use such immense power that I can't even retaliate!"

The young master raised his head and roared hoarsely. His face was covered in blood, yet he continued to laugh maniacally.

"But isn't this kind of life-or-death battle exactly what I've always sought?!"

The evil eye hanging at his waist suddenly emitted a deep purple, ominous light, echoing his divine eye.

"Come, put my armor on!"

Deep purple and jet black swirled around his body, and immense power erupted from the depths of his marrow, forcefully suppressing the indelible wounds on his body, stitching them up, concealing them, covering them up... Finally, he draped a cloak the colors of the starry sky and the sea over his shoulders.

A one-eyed iron mask, seemingly stained with blood, covered the young master's face. Ominous crimson and pure white tassels wrapped around his neck, contrasting sharply with the deep darkness of his lower body, making him appear like a nightmare emerging from the abyss.

His mere presence caused the surrounding water to invisibly sink, and the air to rush away, as if some immeasurable horror was emerging around him.

That was the path of slaughter he received in the abyss, which forcibly altered his fate with the power of the abyss and the void, manifesting the great power to unite all strife as armor.

Its name is: Demon King Armed Forces!

In the past, when the young master revealed this ruthless and merciless side, it always brought the battle to a swift and decisive end. However, he never thought that this time he would be reduced to having to summon the Demon King's Armor to save his life.

This stark contrast caused the young master both inner pain and immense pleasure; his very being seemed to howl and roar in a powerful battle cry.

The storm crashed down, silencing his battle cry in his throat.

Surely no one really thinks that transforming and activating the second stage can turn the tide of battle?