Origin Paradise!

A centurion heard the unmasked footsteps and turned around to see a tall figure coming into view, carrying a silver-white spear with dark red patterns swirling around its shaft.

no answer.

The barbarian soldiers raised their spears, their intentions clearly hostile.

The centurion snorted coldly, strode forward, his speed increasing, and finally, with a roar, he thrust his spear toward the enemy's face. But the silver spear was faster; in mid-air, only a blur remained, and in an instant, the centurion was whipped into a cloud of blood mist.

The barbarian soldiers surged forward, their spears blocking the enemy from all sides, and their battle cries roused the entire tribe.

Jiang He held the butt of the spear and swung it horizontally in a wide arc. In an instant, his energy value dropped by two-fifths, and a dark red blood moon rose.

After one shot, the ground was littered with dismembered bodies.

Hundreds of barbarian soldiers were cut in half at the waist, and the surviving soldiers stood still.

Jiang He stepped over corpses and pools of blood, arrived at the detention area, and swung his gun to break the tangled vines binding a slave.

"Come with me."

The slave shook his head frantically; he had been chosen by the tribe's women and would regain his freedom before winter.

Jiang He smashed him into a pulp with a single spear thrust, then pointed the spear tip at the slave beside him.

"Come with me."

"go!"

The slave screamed uncontrollably, his face still showing signs of terror. His companion's death had come so suddenly that he was completely unprepared.

Jiang He untied the tangled vines binding the slaves one by one. After taking only a few steps, the slave who had lost control and started shouting began to run wildly outside. His escape inspired more people to follow suit.

At the same time, the Lan clan's cavalry gathered, and more than a dozen cavalrymen charged into the slave group, brandishing swords and spears, blood splattering everywhere. Faced with a possible rebellion and strange outsiders, the Lan clan chose to suppress them forcefully.

Chaos gradually escalated, and faced with this wanton slaughter, the slaves began to resist. The slaves who initially escaped had no horses and were driven back.

The fighting escalated, and slaves stormed into the tent, hacking a barbarian mother and daughter to death. Seeing this, the young men of the Lan clan, their eyes red with rage, fought back desperately.

Everywhere was a scene of frenzied fighting, with barbarians constantly falling to their deaths. Crows carrying tinder flew between the tents, accompanied by excited hootings, and one tent after another burst into flames, which quickly spread and soon engulfed the entire tribe.

"Attempt failed."

Jiang He stood in the center of the fighting barbarians, his expression thoughtful. His primary plan was to rescue the slaves and then lead them to defeat the Lan clan. However, it was clear that the barbarians did not have a strong desire for freedom. The tables had turned, and slavery was part of the barbarian customs, which were deeply ingrained.

Jiang He looked around. Even if he successfully controlled these slaves, it would be difficult to grow stronger by simply instilling fear. To build and control an army, one must have a base of support and a system of rewards and punishments. For nomadic barbarians, both of these are related to cattle and sheep. However, controlling cattle and sheep means sacrificing the speed of cavalry, which would almost certainly lead to defeat when facing the royal court.

"Then kill them all."

Jiang He converted all the remaining energy into blood poison, and then poured it into the little white snake's body in one go.

Zhuang Ya raised her head and opened her mouth at her neck, releasing billowing white mist that swept forward like a tsunami, spreading with the wind and covering a small part of the detention area. Her originally insufficient venomous snake mist was replenished by blood venom, immediately showing a powerful lethality.

White Snake's innate talent, Rejuvenation, is activated.

Zhuang Ya sacrificed 70% of her demonic power, restoring Jiang He's depleted energy to the same 70% level.

The second combo attack is released.

An even denser fog of snakes erupted, filling the entire detention area with white mist. One by one, slaves and barbarians fell to the ground, their faces ashen, trembling and dying in agony.

Poisonous creatures and a sea of ​​fire descended upon the Lan clan at the same time.

Jiang He kept moving around, shooting and killing the barbarian soldiers who were running around. Thousands of people died in the center of the tribe, which meant that the Lan clan had lost the power to resist effectively, and the remaining tribesmen scattered and fled.

At the same time, a burly old man carrying a long spear rode his horse toward the Lan clan tribe, which was ablaze with fire. He was unarmored and helmetless, dressed in plain clothes with an iron spear. His face was ordinary, but his eyes seemed to hold a cold light.

The burly old man approached the outskirts of the tribe, raised his spear, and then swung it violently. His muscles trembled irregularly, and the next second, a lifelike dragon of true energy flew out from the tip of the spear. The dragon flew dozens of meters without losing any power, and landed in the crowd, casually crushing more than fifty riders with a single spear thrust.

Chapter 143 Three Guns

Grassland, Lan clan.

After Wuhe ignited the fire, the tribe's order completely collapsed, many barbarians perished in the flames, and slaves fought each other with knives.

In the bright orange light, Jiang He pierced the chest of the slave in front of him with a spear. With a flick of his wrist, the mangled corpse flew away. The passive enhancement of Tiger Force made up for his relatively weak strength.

Bang!

A loud bang came from not far away.

A true dragon, seemingly real, descended upon the crowd. Its body, several meters long, caused widespread casualties, with over fifty people dying from its rolling and biting.

Jiang He looked up and saw a burly old man in plain clothes approaching on horseback at the edge of the tribe. The iron spear in his hand gleamed coldly and carried an indescribable sense of weight.

Noticing the gaze coming from afar, the old man in plain clothes also looked back. His originally dull and ordinary face suddenly tightened, and his eyes became interested. The old wrinkles that looked like tree bark took on a texture of stacked iron tendons. His superior hard skills were instinctively activated. He followed his instincts, picked up his iron spear, and then spurred his horse to charge.

Despite the flames and smoke, the two locked onto each other immediately.

As the speed increased, the old man in plain clothes moved forward, and all the barbarians and slaves blocking his way were torn apart by the true energy surging from the tip of his iron spear, leaving a bloody path strewn with flying corpses.

Jiang He bent down, his muscles making a tearing sound. The dark red patterns on the silver spear seemed to spin, and the vibrating light and dark spiral energy caused a pale white breeze to swirl around the spear. In just a moment, as if he had a storm in his hand, he took a step forward, released the light energy in his feet, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The distance of over a hundred meters flashed by as both sides accelerated in unison, and a swift and violent collision suddenly occurred.

Boom!

The old man in plain clothes handed over the iron spear, abandoning the more fatal blows to the head and heart, and thrust it straight at the opponent's abdomen. All the intense light at the tip of the spear converged into a slender yet indestructible straight line, releasing all the power at a single point. This unparalleled spear technique amplified the original destructive power many times over, enough to pierce through the city wall.

In the blink of an eye.

The gunshot pierced Jiang He's abdomen, easily tearing apart his intermediate-level toughness in its Saint Iron state.

Jiang He returned the salute with a spear thrust, a spiraling beam of light sweeping out and shredding the warhorse beneath his opponent. The spear then struck the man's abdomen, the storm-like force tearing through his clothes and leaving a bloody, mangled wound on his body.

Both sides retreated several dozen steps backward simultaneously.

Jiang He plunged the silver spear into the ground, carving out a deep trench. The remaining force was hindering the healing of the abdominal wound, but the Bright and Dark Spiral Force eliminated it first. Then, a high-level self-healing surged, and the injury healed completely.

The old man in plain clothes thrust his spear diagonally backward, the shaft curving like a full moon to dissipate most of the force. He then flipped over and landed steadily. He casually tore off his tattered clothes, his expression showing slight delight.

"Gun Technique: Destroying the City, simply put, is a direct thrust that concentrates power and greatly enhances its penetrating force."

The old man brandished his gun with both hands, completing a sweeping attack in a mere instant. The massive consumption of his true energy caused the tangible phantom of a dragon to burst forth and fly out.

"The spear technique, Dragon Crossing, uses both light and dark force as its foundation and the true essence of a martial artist as its flesh and blood. It imitates the body of a dragon to create its form and is essentially a sweeping attack."

The dragon's shadow swept in, stretching over ten meters long, accompanied by the incessant howling of the wind, with sand and stones flying between the two sides.

Jiang He raised his spear and killed the slaves and barbarians in the center of the tribe. His Blood Wolf Shadow reached its maximum value, and twelve blood wolves were generated side by side with the spear tip. With a single shot, the pack of wolves devoured the dragon.

Blood Wolf easily killed the dragon, leaving deep pits on the ground and dust billowing up.

"The spear technique 'Suppressing the Mountain' is essentially a forceful strike. Both the visible and hidden force are internal strengths belonging to the martial artist. The two can be transformed into each other, from visible to hidden, and from hidden to visible, thus allowing for a double attack within a single spear strike."

Smoke and dust scattered.

The old man got close, and the iron spear came crashing down.

Jiang He raised his spear with both hands. Judging from his control over the force, the old man's shifting between light and dark was already extremely close to that of a grandmaster, and was only a step away.

Ding!

It was clearly just a single slash, but it felt like two guns were fired at once.

The old man's gaze sharpened. As expected, this was the first time he had encountered a weapon that could not be split open even when the mountain was suppressed.

Jiang He thrust the butt of the spear forward with his left hand and struck it.

The old man was forced to create some distance and stand still again. After his feet landed, he stomped several times and charged forward again, instantly increasing his speed to its peak, as fast as lightning.

"When Zhenshan is used in footwork, I call it Zhenbu, which can be considered an advancement of your Mingjin acceleration just now."

"The combination of Zhenshan and Longdu is the spear technique Zhenshan Longdu."

The old man unleashed a swift spear thrust, and the phantom of a two-headed dragon appeared.

Roar!

Jiang He flipped his hands, the shadow of the gun like a curtain, and a double-headed dragon attacked, colliding and dissipating with the shadow of the gun, with flowing light overflowing.

"And the combination of 'Suppressing the Mountain' and 'Destroying the City' naturally results in the spear technique 'Suppressing the Mountain and Destroying the City'."

call out!

Two beams of light, as thin as cow's hair, shot out in quick succession, destroying the defensive gun barrage in one fell swoop.

Jiang He raised his Sword Scale Snail Dragon Armor, but a bloody hole, clear from front to back, was blasted into his upper abdomen.

"I don't need to demonstrate the Dragon Crossing and City Destruction. In the end, I only know three spear techniques. Each of these three spear techniques is already better than the secret techniques of ordinary grandmasters. If they are used in combination, the outcome can be decided in one move. However, I still have a fourth spear technique."

The old man held the spear with both hands, and a huge double-dragon-headed spear shadow appeared, with four extremely sharp dragon horns, like the spear light that could destroy a city.

"This is not a direct combination of Zhenshan, Longdu, and Cuicheng, but a perfect fusion of three advanced spear techniques."

"I named it Zhenlong City."

"Longcheng has been provoking the martial arts world of the Nine Provinces from south to north. The Heaven and Earth Technique has given him an outstanding ability to imitate. As a result, after experiencing countless battles, he has learned countless secret techniques from various sects. He has learned from all sides and there is almost no secret technique that he cannot crack. Three years ago, I was defeated by him and specially created this spear technique."

When the attack on Zhenlong City came, the entire Lan clan seemed to fall into a deathly silence, and all the wails and shouts of killing quickly faded away.

A deafening dragon roar erupted.

Jiang He, however, put away his silver spear.

The two-headed, four-horned dragon shadow in front of him suddenly shattered and disintegrated.

The old man stopped and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I am already old, and thirty years of my lifespan have been ruined by the life-destroying techniques of Longcheng. If I deliver this shot, I will be exhausted, or perhaps I will not be able to deliver it at all."

Suddenly, the old man laughed and said, "Lord Pingluan, how about these three shots? It is a fact that I cannot defeat Longcheng, but the number one person in the martial arts world of Kyushu must be our spear master. Longcheng will definitely not bypass Daming Prefecture when he goes north. After I die, it will be your turn to take charge. Even if you cannot stop him from returning to the border, you cannot let him go south so easily in the future."

"You recognize me?" Jiang He took off her helmet.

"I don't know the people, but I know the guns."

The old man glanced at the other man's face and said shamelessly, "Young man, you have some of my charm when I was young."

Jiang He had no interest in the various grudges and feuds of the martial arts world, nor did he possess any sense of honor as a martial arts practitioner. He simply stated:

"How about adding another layer of Zhenlong City to Zhenshan?"

"Are you going to form a human pyramid?" the old man muttered before adding, "Let's go to Daming Prefecture together. My all-out battle with Longcheng should be quite beneficial to you. Your spiraling force is indeed powerful and useful, but it's gone a bit astray."

Jiang He remained noncommittal. He stretched out his arm and beckoned, and Wu He immediately drove two horses over.

Chapter 144 Returning to Daming Prefecture

Under the cover of night, the Lan clan was utterly destroyed.

The two spearmen rode away and headed towards Dangguan City.

The elderly man, ranked third in the world, was quite generous and didn't mind revealing old stories at all.

"When I was young, I thought the world was vast and the six Grandmasters were far too few. I believed that I had a chance to glimpse the realm above the Grandmaster level in my lifetime, and even thought that it was just within my grasp."

"After I came of age, no one in the younger generation could rival me, but I didn't even dare to dream of anything beyond Grandmaster. I felt that being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with those six people in this life would be enough to make me die without regrets."

"Now that I'm middle-aged, I can defeat almost any master in the world with a single spear thrust, except for a very few. But I think my chances of becoming a Grandmaster are getting smaller and smaller. I just hope that Heaven will have mercy on me."

"As for now..."

The old man, nicknamed "Gun King Three," gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I am already content as long as I can defend Dangguan City and uphold the reputation of the martial arts world of Kyushu."

As night fell over the grasslands, the fortress came into view.

Gun King turned his head three times and said seriously to the young man beside him, "This city is the key to the defense of Yizhou. I have lived here for twenty years. After I die, if the city falls, I ask you to help me once. Consider the three gun skills as payment in advance."

"This is only until the beginning of spring, and I haven't learned your marksmanship yet." Jiang He spoke the truth. He didn't have the comprehension and foundation to grasp it at a glance. He had only embarked on the path of the extraordinary for a few months, which also included the time spent on world missions. Otherwise, it would have been less than a month at most.

Gun King San smiled and nodded, "I will write the gun manual right away."

Jiang He agreed to the matter, as it overlapped with the main mission of protecting Daming Prefecture. After all, the loss of the flank meant that the Great Wall of Ink would be attacked from both the front and the rear.

Compared to the first time they came when the gates were closed, this time the guards opened the front and back gates as soon as they saw Gun King San.

The two crossed the city.

……

It took half a day to get out of Jianchi Gorge, and another half a day to head south to Daming Prefecture.

Upon returning to the capital of Yizhou, the number of martial arts practitioners who had gathered there surged, and the night market was overflowing with people.

Meanwhile, a piece of news shocked everyone.