Chapter 552
Chapter 552
Chapter 552
Wangjiang Tower.
The square was full of people, yet there was no bustle at all. The only clear sound was the rustling of account books and papers fluttering down.
Even Aunt Liu herself probably never imagined that the words she poured out with countless twists and hatred at night would one day receive such a "deafening" expression.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Even the most captivating stories can sound distorted when they're told, until now, suddenly face to face in this way.
Panic appeared on many people's faces, and fear and cowardice were revealed in their eyes. It was as if inner demons were beginning to fester in the crowd.
It's not their fault. Even if there are many of them, the fact that they're here means they've been "selected" as losers.
If anyone is to blame, it is Qin Liu.
The fate of the previous generation of Uncle Qin has never been settled.
Even though Uncle Qin killed many people, even though they suffered heavy losses, even though in the end Qi Xinghan was the one who obtained the Dragon King's throne, they still felt that they had not lost, but won.
Therefore, this generation still dares to repeat the same tricks.
Simply talking about principles is meaningless.
Reason has always been a luxury for the strong, and a source of pointless lamentation for the weak.
The only way to solve this problem is to kill, to kill until heads roll.
When they are killed until they try to extend their claws again, they will immediately remember this day and be so frightened that they will tremble with fear and dare not act rashly. This is the true way to establish rules!
The last page fell to the ground.
"Roar."
The evil dragon roared, its body coiling behind the boy, its head raised above the boy's head, taking the boy's place and staring coldly down.
Li Zhuiyuan raised his right hand and pressed it down.
Behind him, at the round table, Zhou Xuqing's hand seals suddenly increased in speed, and his body swelled up in several places. This high-intensity mobilization of Wangjiang Tower was undoubtedly an overload for him.
Fortunately, he was already dead. The dead are more resilient than the living and don't cry out in pain.
The clouds above Wangjiang Tower loomed downwards, and looking up, it looked as if the sky had burst open, and the "Baijiang River" was pouring down.
In that instant, Li Zhuiyuan saw groups of figures rushing out of the crowd and heading in all directions.
Only a few remained rooted to the spot, while the majority displayed the high qualities befitting those who lit lamps on the river.
However, their decisiveness and shrewdness failed them this time.
They thought the boy would use the great formation to suppress and kill them. If he did so, the area around Wangjiang Tower would be vulnerable, which would be the opportunity they wanted to escape. They would exchange the lives of those who stood still and some unlucky ones for their own escape.
But despite their various attempts to break through, the blockade of Wangjiang Tower remained firmly in place.
Because the descending sea of clouds was not aggressive at all; it merely created a barrier that overlapped and divided the entire plaza. The people on the plaza seemed to still be in one place and could see each other, but they were no longer in "the same plaza." This is why Wangjiang Tower could serve as a meeting place for major martial arts forces.
Each Wangjianglou token represents a unique layer within this place. If you enter with a token, unless both parties actively seek a spiritual confrontation, no one can truly harm you, ensuring your safety.
Furthermore, as the clouds settled and solidified further, with a roar, the Wangjiang Tower sank completely, and the river views that should have been enjoyed from all sides were now elevated above, forming towering river walls on all four sides.
This is a deliberate, temporary censorship of aggression in exchange for a period of absolute stability in this area.
Using formations to kill is indeed convenient, but gaps will inevitably appear "with every step". In addition, these people have a lot of heavy weapons, some of which may have strange abilities, or they may produce incredible effects when combined. They will likely be able to create a breach here. When the former goes out, the latter will follow, and those who can escape will definitely follow.
This goes against Li Zhuiyuan's original intention. He has been planning step by step to this point, and the boy just wants to eat a whole dumpling wrapper.
Since we're already here, let's not leave.
"This is bad, he doesn't want to let any of them go!"
"Where does he get his confidence from?!"
"Is he insane? We're all willing to admit defeat and leave, but he still won't give up?"
"Does he really want to force us to fight him to the death? What good will that do him?"
"Squeak..."
The main entrance on the first floor of Wangjiang Tower is open.
Runsheng stepped out, holding a Yellow River shovel, and shoveled downwards, making a clanging sound.
In this world, there are very few people he cares about, and his master, whom he can now only call "uncle," is one of them.
There was something that even Li Zhuiyuan didn't know at the time, but he only realized it later when the boy drew up the blueprints and A Li carved the patterns for Runsheng.
It was Uncle Qin who opened the door for Runsheng, helping him officially embark on the path of Qin family martial arts.
At that time, Uncle Qin was injured, and everyone thought that he had been injured while on a mission, or that something had happened when he was taking coffin nails from the ancient tomb. But in fact, Uncle Qin was afraid that he would nail Runsheng to death, so he experimented on himself beforehand.
Before setting off, Runsheng burned paper money for the Emperor of Fengdu, and Mengmeng replied: "Kill one for her too."
Back then, Aunt Liu was poisoned by Yin Meng and became haggard, but she never said a harsh word to Yin Meng. She even thoughtfully helped Mengmeng whiten her skin.
Often, the worst students in the class have the deepest bond with their teachers. Runsheng and Yinmeng were always well aware of how poor their aptitude was, and it must have been incredibly difficult for the teachers to guide them into the classroom.
There is no love without a reason. It's just that you suffered for me back then, so I have an obligation to help you get back the bitterness you swallowed back then.
Release your grip, and the Yellow River shovel will remain standing.
The Yellow River shovel is suitable for short-term skirmishes, but when faced with a long and arduous battle that is clearly visible to the naked eye, what is truly suitable for the Qin family is their own fists.
Runsheng twisted his neck slightly to the left and right, making a muffled cracking sound. The clothes he was wearing earlier had been stained with too much blood during the massacre in the building, so he had taken them off. He had a new set of clothes in his bag, but he didn't plan to wear them now. He would save them for after he was done and leave with dignity.
Nine black phantoms swirled and rolled around his body like ink paintings, subtly revealing a certain desire.
The nine evil dragons on Uncle Qin's body are actually Aunt Liu's nine life centipedes. They represent how Uncle Qin rose from his despondency after losing the game and transformed into a dragon with these nine life centipedes.
The nine centipedes on Runsheng's body were also fake, much lower in rank than Aunt Liu's life centipedes, but they also longed for the opportunity to transform into dragons. Moreover, their fate was better, because Uncle Qin lost, and this time, they should win.
It's like a trial; once you get through it, you can step over the cries and despair of others to achieve your own success and elevate your status.
Lin Shuyou crossed his twin swords behind his back, as if using them as a pillow, and walked out of Wangjiang Tower, standing diagonally behind Runsheng.
Ghost general, true lord, chief official; sinister, violent, and arrogant.
The lamplighters in this square are all extraordinary individuals, and they can also serve as nourishment for Lin Shuyou, nurturing the Ghost King and the Yin God to help him become a hegemon.
In fact, even the genuine dragon spirit behind the boy had already gone downstairs and absorbed energy on the first floor. It was now excitedly preparing, eager for the Shura Field to arrive soon, so that it could gather its own wind and rain.
Ah Li's blood porcelain bottle was a real appetizer, as it filled her stomach. Tan Wenbin was able to absorb even higher quality resentment through his facial features.
Everyone in Li Zhuiyuan's team can benefit from this; everyone can share in this pie in the square.
In a way, even the evil spirits in the normal world are not as evil as the young team, daring to treat the lamplighter as a delicacy.
But since Heaven doesn't bestow merits upon me normally, I can only rely on myself to make a living.
Li Zhuiyuan spread the heretical book out on the windowsill and asked her to write it down.
The evil book will use new images as metaphors to present the story, avoiding the backlash of cause and effect. When we get back, we can lend it to Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu to read together in the west room at night.
Aunt Liu will probably be very happy. Uncle Qin, while happy, will probably think back to how great it would have been if he had received such treatment back then. Well, Uncle Qin doesn't care, as long as Aunt Liu is happy. Uncle Qin isn't mentally ill.
Li Zhuiyuan spoke, and the evil dragon amplified the boy's voice:
There are some things you don't understand, and that's not your fault, because it seems that your elders don't understand them either.
It's okay. You can learn if you don't understand. Many of you have called me senior before, so today I'll teach you what rules and fairness are.
I'll set an example and never bully you. Let's... have a one-on-one fight.
Unfortunately, only a limited number of forces are qualified to attend meetings and receive tokens at Wangjiang Tower. This time, many ruffians and bribed cannon fodder have come. Even though the floors have been distributed, a truly fair one-on-one duel is still impossible.
In almost every square, there are about three or four groups of people.
Okay, a little difficulty makes it more interesting and exciting.
People on other floors, though they can't touch or get close to the others, can see and hear them. They can watch others' fates while waiting in line for their numbers to be called.
Of course, it could also be described as waiting to be served like a dish, comparable to the mental torture of being slowly sliced apart.
Li Zhuiyuan pointed forward, sending his companions into the "first level".
Runsheng remained unmoved.
Lin Shuyou blinked his vertical pupils and said, "Let's go!"
Runsheng nodded, and together with Lin Shuyou, the three of them moved forward.
"Pfft!"
Ah Li opened two cans of Jianlibao, inserted straws, gave one to the boy, and kept the other for herself.
The girl did not stay there. Instead, she turned around, picked up the blood-stained porcelain bottle with one hand, and sat back down at the bottom of the stairs.
Many array masters and feng shui masters died on the first floor, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t any people outside with similar skills. Some of them must have practiced both, while others chose not to come in due to various pros and cons and stayed outside to study other things. Although these remaining people cannot stage a systematic rebellion and have no impact on the overall situation of Wangjiang Tower, they may have the ability to penetrate the “floor” barrier and capture the leader first.
To highlight the distinction of social status, the interior of Wangjiang Tower was designed so that it was very difficult to go directly to the second floor from the outside, almost impossible for anyone present. To get in, one had to go up the stairs from the first floor.
Ah Li is here, waiting for them.
Runsheng's side has already met their opponents on the "first level," and there are more than ten of them.
Luo Xinming and the others' first reaction wasn't to form a battle formation, but rather to look up at the boy standing on the second floor and make a request:
"Senior Li, we have now realized our mistake. Please forgive us and let us leave!"
Li Zhuiyuan nodded slightly.
Upon seeing this, Luo Xinming and the others were overjoyed.
"Thank you, senior!"
"After we leave, we will immediately light the lamps again!"
"In the future, we will follow your lead and Qin Liu's will!"
When people in the "other layers" saw this scene, some were confused and doubtful, while most breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that all that person wanted was an apology and to bow their head in submission.
If that's all it takes to be forgiven, they'd accept anything, even kneeling down and kowtowing, let alone admitting defeat or making vows.
The instinct to fear death makes people subconsciously grasp at straws, willing to believe them regardless of their rationality.
However, some people are starting to make new preparations.
Some contacted others on the same floor to communicate, some unsealed the heavy equipment they carried, some stood silently to manipulate the surrounding feng shui, and some secretly took out array flags under the cover of those around them.
They felt they had done a very discreet job, after all, the person in charge needed to control the entire Wangjiang Tower, so how could he possibly have the time to pay attention to "every floor"?
Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head, put the straw in his mouth, and took a sip of his drink.
It was as if Mr. Zhai had called the boy to proctor an exam during the school's final exams. The boy felt as if he were sitting on a lecture platform, able to clearly see who was cheating below.
Because Li Zhuiyuan handed over the task of controlling Wangjiang Tower by manipulating Zhou Xuqing to the main body.
Since the original body has no emotions and is not interested in watching the spectacle, Li Zhuiyuan hopes to grow more human skin through immersive appreciation.
Runsheng raised his fist and charged forward, appearing like a tiger descending a mountain, surrounded by a group of begging lambs.
Even if there were martial artists on the other side, no one was willing to take the hit; instead, they followed their instincts and scattered.
Runsheng's punch landed on nothing, but it did manage to break the deadlock and scatter the ball across the table.
Lin Shuyou seized the opportunity to cut in, taking advantage of the moment when the opponents had just scattered and were not yet on their feet. He used his male blade to cut one person in half at the waist, and his female blade to pierce another person's chest and then flicked upwards, splitting the chest open.
With ease, after killing two, Lin Shuyou stopped and sheathed his sword instead of advancing further.
Luo Xinming: "Senior Li, what do you mean by this?"
Song Gui: "Senior Li, we have already surrendered!"
Zhu Tong: "Senior Li, please restrain your men!"
Runsheng raised his fist again.
Before Runsheng could go up again, Luo Xinming and Zhu Tong, these two friends, exchanged a glance. Zhu Tong threw a punch, hitting the chest of the person next to him. Luo Xinming pulled out a dagger and stabbed their mutual friend Song Gui in the neck.
Luo Xinming and Zhu Tong: "Please rest assured, Senior Li, we have already pledged our allegiance!"
Runsheng: "..."
Lin Shuyou rubbed his back with the back of the knife.
Li Zhuiyuan's lips curled up slightly.
The two people Ayou killed earlier happened to be Song Gui's followers, which made them think that they had seen hope again, or rather, they actively created hope in order to survive.
Runsheng's renewed punch extinguished their naivety.
Zhu Tong and Luo Xinming exchanged another glance. This time it was different. Not only had they lost mutual trust, but they were also afraid that the other would use them as a pledge of loyalty again. They still harbored unrealistic fantasies: what if only one person was allowed to leave alive on each floor?
Luo Xinming activated his family's secret technique, "Formless Freedom Skill," and his body became illusory, allowing him to dodge Zhu Tong and teleport away once more.
Zhu Tong didn't resist either, choosing to dodge as well.
The formation dispersed again, and Lin Shuyou charged in with his sword, cutting down two more enemies.
Luo Xinming's mind went blank for a moment, and he had no courage to fight back, only deep despair. Fortunately, this pain did not last long.
"puff!"
A soft sword was raised, anticipating his movement trajectory and waiting in advance.
It seems as if Luo Xinming deliberately walked into the sword's edge, stabbing himself in an attempt to commit suicide.
The rust and resentment on the soft sword were injected into Luo Xinming's body, severing his life force and then emerging with even more to replenish it.
Luo Xinming's body went limp, and he nestled in Tan Wenbin's arms.
Tan Wenbin gently patted Luo Xinming on the back of the head with his left hand:
"Sweetie, let's sleep somewhere else."
With a flick of his finger, Luo Xinming fell to the ground, a piece of black paper stuck to the back of his head.
Runsheng threw another punch.
Lin Shuyou and Tan Wenbin each sealed off their respective areas.
Unable to dodge, Zhu Tong crossed his arms and then threw out both fists, shouting out his family's martial art: "Mountain-Breaking Long Fist!"
People's needs change with their environment. In a short period of time, Zhu Tong went from wanting to survive to wanting to die as a martial artist, believing that he would not have lived in vain if he could die under the fists of the Qin family.
Runsheng, who had missed two punches in a row, finally got a chance to exchange blows. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to at least build up some momentum.
But the fists thrown by a cowardly warrior were not only weak in power, but also lacked spirit.
Runsheng's single fist shattered the opponent's double fists and smashed into the opponent's chest. Zhu Tong's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and with a "thud," he knelt on the ground and died.
Lin Shuyou and Tan Wenbin quickly completed the remaining clearing.
Runsheng looked down at his fist. He had finished one layer of the attack, but he hadn't even managed to build up a single layer of momentum. However, the nine black shadows on his body seemed to become even more excited. Li Zhuiyuan pointed his fingertip.
A new layer of competitors has emerged.
After witnessing the almost comical performance of the previous three teams, the opponents on this level no longer harbored any illusions.
"Buzz!"
A bell was erected, and a young man stood behind it, using the bell to create a protective barrier for others.
This is the Qi-Returning Bell of the Shangyuan Sect, a vital treasure of the sect. The Shangyuan Sect has never had a Dragon King in its history, but because of its expertise in crafting artifacts, its status in the martial arts world has been elevated, and its sect leader is allowed to enter the first floor of the Wangjiang Tower.
Runsheng raised his fist and punched the bell.
"Boom!"
The bell rang.
Qian Qing, who was holding the bell, felt a tightness in his chest, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed horror.
He finally understood why Luo Xinming and the others in "that layer" had acted so stupidly. It wasn't that they didn't want to fight, but rather that this person's strength made them realize that they couldn't possibly win.
But the other side wouldn't accept begging for mercy or surrender, so I could only keep fighting as best I could, because I couldn't just die feeling humiliated.
Qian Qing: "I'll take three more punches from him. After two, you guys rush out and buy me a chance to catch my breath!"
Everyone nodded.
Runsheng punched the bell a second time.
"puff!"
Qian Qing spat out a mouthful of blood. The increase in the opponent's punching power exceeded his expectations. If the first punch was still within his comprehension, the second punch made him feel as if he were facing an elder in a sect who specialized in physical training.
"Hurry up, I need to recuperate!"
The barrier opened, and everyone rushed out. Everyone knew how important it was to have a place to shelter and recuperate in this kind of team battle.
Qian Qing sat cross-legged, took out a red pill, and put it in his mouth.
But one figure floated in when the barrier was activated.
Qian Qing felt her gaze suddenly rise to a higher level.
In his final moments after death, Qian Qing was filled with doubts. He had clearly seen this person make a move before, so why did he inexplicably ignore the person's presence when it was his turn to fight?
Tan Wenbin held Qian Qing's head up with his left hand, and with a flick of his right wrist, he retrieved the soft sword and placed it under Qian Qing's neck, catching the pill that Qian Qing had just swallowed.
Very good, the pill coating is intact, and the efficacy is preserved.
Tan Wenbin put the pills into his pocket, stuck a piece of black paper on Qian Qing's forehead, and then casually threw it away.
The group rushed out only to discover their home had been burgled. Panic ensued, and Runsheng punched the two leaders of the group, sending them flying. The group was momentarily halted.
Lin Shuyou attacked from behind, unleashing a series of slashes.
The formation completely collapsed, and everyone went their own way.
Soon, this floor was also cleaned up.
Li Zhuiyuan pointed again.
As soon as it merged into the new layer, a series of powerful spells attacked.
Runsheng held his left arm across his body, and the air currents condensed into a wall to shield himself.
Lin Shuyou cut in from the side, but two opponents also rushed out to block him with swords. The swords clashed quickly, and sparks flew everywhere.
As Tan Wenbin successfully circled around to the rear, a puppet appeared behind the person sitting cross-legged behind him and lunged at Tan Wenbin.
As the puppeteer made hand seals, he looked at Tan Wenbin, and three bloody characters were newly carved on his palm: "One person hides."
This high-quality resistance did not bother Runsheng and the others; on the contrary, it excited them even more.
After blocking three consecutive rounds of spells, Runsheng took advantage of the opponent's adjustment time, swung his right arm and punched, the force of the wind disrupting their rhythm. Then, Runsheng pushed off the ground and rushed in. He didn't need to throw any more punches; the air wave he generated alone swept away those who used spells.
Lin Shuyou brandished his twin swords, twirling them to deflect one swordsman. Then, with a powerful slash, he severed the man's neck along with his sword. Finally, he used both swords together to kill the other man.
Tan Wenbin's snake-like eyes lit up as he faced the onrushing puppet:
"Awe-inspiring to the five senses!"
The puppeteer manipulated his puppet and lunged to the other side, where his puppet was still engaged in fierce combat with Tan Wenbin.
Tan Wenbin stepped forward, pasted a piece of black paper onto the soft sword, and then inserted the soft sword straight into the puppeteer's head.
Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, resistance cannot change the outcome; it can only enhance the experience.
It's less of a fierce battle and more of a one-sided enjoyment, and everyone can see it, giving you time to think, to figure out how to deal with it, and to savor this torment.
Zhao Yi put the pipe in his mouth.
He knew this would be the outcome, but as this ruthless scene unfolded repeatedly, even someone as resilient as him felt a little numb.
He seriously doubted whether his current state of mind had surpassed that of his ancestors. After all, there wasn't a single person with the surname Li standing before his ancestors back then.
A white-haired young man walked up to Zhao Yi and asked incredulously, "How did he do that?"
Zhao Yi: "If I said I knew, would you believe me?"
The white-haired youth gave a bitter laugh: "Could it be that he is truly a favorite of Heaven, and Heaven bestows extra merit upon him to compensate Qin Liu?"
Zhao Yi: Then I really couldn't hold back anymore.
The white-haired youth said, "Brother Zhao, please protect me while I try to see if I can break the seal here."
Zhao Yi: "Are you confident?"
“I know a little bit about it, but unfortunately, the one in my team… sigh! I can’t leave here, but I’m 50% confident I can infiltrate that building. Wasn’t that person pursuing the perfection of their talent so they didn’t practice martial arts? I think that Miss Qin definitely doesn’t want to waste that talent either. After I open the barrier and enter, Brother Zhao, you should quickly follow. As for your men and mine, let’s get as many in as we can. The main problem is that I can’t maintain this gap for too long.”
Zhao Yi: "Okay, keep it up!"
Black mist emanated from Zhao Yi's body. After nodding to his subordinates, the white-haired youth stepped into the black mist. Then, a white-haired youth puppet created by Zhao Yi from paper figures emerged and stood to the side.
The real white-haired youth stood in the black mist, preparing to break the seal. He had barely begun when he asked in surprise:
"Huh, I seem to remember that you, Brother Zhao, are also skilled in array formations and feng shui, and even more so than me..."
"You haven't forgotten. I deliberately didn't let you remember, thinking that since we were on the same floor, I could take you with me to escape and testify for me. After all, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to escape alone."
But who knew your will was so strong.
"Brother Zhao..."
The black mist contracted, and the white-haired youth was imprisoned first. Zhao Yi's figure emerged from the black mist and killed the white-haired youth with a single slash.
Immediately, the black mist shifted, and Zhao Yi switched places with the puppet outside him.
Zhao Yi turned to the white-haired youth's subordinates behind him and said, "Your boss is working hard, it will take a while. Once he succeeds, you will all quickly follow me!"
The white-haired youth's three followers nodded vigorously to Zhao Yi, their gazes resolute.
Zhao Yi continued to puff on his pipe.
Sigh, as a person, you shouldn't be too ambitious; you should think more about practical things.
Zhao Yi looked up at the boy standing on the second floor of Wangjiang Tower, holding a drink, and silently cursed in his heart:
"I'll choke you to death, choke you to death, choke you to death..."
Ok?
The man surnamed Li is coughing. Is he choking?
It doesn't seem so...
Zhao Yi glanced at the black mist beside him, then at Li Zhuiyuan on the second floor, who was fiddling with a straw. Understanding why the boy had suddenly coughed, Zhao Yi immediately cursed inwardly:
"You son of a bitch, surnamed Li!"
Staircase entrance.
The blood-stained porcelain bottle in front of Ah Li melted rapidly, transforming into a dream ghost. The dream ghost opened its eyes and led people into a dream.
Three figures with talismans pasted on their bodies appeared, their eyes glazed over.
They successfully escaped their floor and entered this place, but they were too greedy, thinking of using this secret technique to conceal their identities to attack the girl guarding this place.
If it's someone like Tan Wenbin, that might be possible, but below that level, it's hard to hide from a girl's gaze, because the world seen through a girl's eyes is different from that of others.
Ah Li pulled a sword from the dream demon's mouth, walked down the stairs, and stabbed each of the three people as she passed by, causing them to die in their dreams.
After stabbing her, Ah Li turned around, put the sword back into the dream ghost's mouth, and then sat back down in her original position, continuing to hold the Jianlibao in her hands and sitting quietly.
"Splash!"
General Sun's talisman armor flew out, and after condensing into a form, he first covered the three corpses with black paper, then took out the corpse-dissolving water, poured a little on each one, and watched them quickly dissolve.
The remaining malevolent energy was absorbed by the blood porcelain bottle.
After cleaning the place up, General Sun bowed to the girl, his body transformed into a suit of armor, and flew back into the girl's pocket.
"Ugh."
A helpless sigh emanated from within the talisman armor.
Ah Li glanced at the remaining amount of corpse-dissolving water. After this wave, Yin Meng's remaining reserves would be completely exhausted.
Because this thing was so useful, the girl tried to replicate it. Through burning paper money, Runsheng obtained several versions of the recipe from Yinmeng, but all of them failed.
The "fair competition" outside continues.
Runsheng's momentum gradually increased, making it increasingly difficult for newcomers to withstand his punches.
Tan Wenbin only makes his moves against key figures at crucial moments, while Ayou doesn't fight head-on, always waiting for Runsheng to open up the situation before stepping in to reap the rewards.
The three worked together like a cold scythe, clearing away the weeds layer by layer—simple and efficient.
In a normal game, such a one-sided massacre in the ring is impossible; it doesn't conform to the aesthetics of the natural order.
But this wasn't a wave of divine will; it was a guillotine they themselves had created for themselves.
After clearing a few more layers, Li Zhuiyuan paused, not in a hurry to merge it into a new layer.
The evil dragon roared above the plaza:
"To be fair, halftime."
This is the most ruthless mockery.
Next, in full view of everyone:
Lin Shuyou took out a whetstone polished by Yayoi from his bag, quickly scooped up the fresh blood from the ground, and began sharpening his knife.
Tan Wenbin tossed his soft sword to Lin Shuyou, sharpened it briefly, and then started doing eye exercises.
The body of Runsheng made a "crunching" sound as his body underwent repair and fine-tuning after a series of battles. He took out a coarse incense stick and started gnawing on it like a green onion.
Considering that Runsheng no longer needed to eat cigars with his daily meals, Aunt Liu stopped making special "cigars" for Runsheng and instead created another kind, wrapping eggs and sugar in the cigars, so that Runsheng could eat them while fighting.
While eating, the nine black shadows on Runsheng's body continued to roll around, so as not to stop for too long and get cold, which would dissipate the momentum he had painstakingly built up.
"Alright, Brother Bin."
Lin Shuyou returned the soft sword to Tan Wenbin. When Tan Wenbin took the sword, he found that it was very cold.
Looking at Ayou more closely, one could see that the depths of his vertical pupils seemed to be frozen, or perhaps burning with fire.
After activating his snake eyes, Tan Wenbin could see the White Crane Boy and General Zeng on Ayou's body, their bodies radiating a murderous aura.
Before taking refuge in the Bodhisattva, both Yin spirits were once ghost kings in the human realm, and now they are showing signs of becoming "ghost kings" among Yin spirits.
Tan Wenbin then looked at Runsheng. The black shadow on Runsheng's body had become more solid, giving the impression that it was about to break away from the freehand style. If it continued to be detailed, perhaps the initial form of the dragon could be seen.
With a light flick of the soft sword, Tan Wenbin's resentment was no longer released, but rather thickened.
Runsheng finished eating the fragrant food and sucked the crumbs from his palm. They were all precious ingredients, and he never wanted to waste them.
Tan Wenbin raised his hand.
Li Zhuiyuan tapped his fingertip and continued.
Downstairs, a violent tremor came from the ground floor, indicating that someone had successfully infiltrated again, and was much stronger than the last one.
The boy did not go downstairs to check, but only glanced at the dragon-patterned compass beside him. The evil dragon clung to the compass, setting up an instant-cast array, temporarily blocking the other person who was supposed to attack together.
The tremors lasted for a while before gradually subsiding.
Ah Li sat back down in her original spot, with two masked corpses lying in front of her.
If you remove their masks, you can see that they died with their eyes wide open.
They resented that the other person hadn't arrived as promised, and that even at this point, that person was still scheming against each other. If that person had joined forces, they would have had a chance to break through the barriers and rush forward!
Ah Li wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and closed her eyes to recuperate.
The smuggled general in the pocket was about to come out and clean again, but the girl reached out and pressed it back down.
At that moment, a woman in a white dress flew in, her sword pointing directly at Ah Li, who was meditating.
On the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan snapped his fingers.
The two masked corpses lying on the ground suddenly stood up and attacked the woman in the white dress who was stepping on them to go upstairs, one on the left and one on the right.
The woman in the white dress hadn't expected this to happen. She first severed one person's arm with her sword, then knocked another person away with a palm strike. At that very moment, the woman in the white dress was left wide open.
Ah Li, who had her eyes closed, moved. She stood up, leaped, and drew her sword empty-handed.
A sword aura emanated from the girl's fingertips.
Seeing this, the woman in the white dress felt relieved. Her protective gear automatically activated, and blocking the sword energy shouldn't be a problem.
However, the blood porcelain bottle on the ground cracked and floated to the surface. Before Ah Li's "sword" could be pierced, she held a blood porcelain sword in her loosely clenched hand.
"boom!"
The sword pierced through the white-dressed woman's protective gear and went straight to her heart.
Those who have the ability to infiltrate and think of this trick are definitely the best among the group of people in the square. Their strategy is correct: they want to maintain the Wangjiang Tower while sending people to clean up the area layer by layer, forcing Li Zhuiyuan to divide his forces.
But Li Zhuiyuan was different from the evil spirits they encountered on the waves. Sometimes, for all sorts of strange reasons, evil spirits would give the lamplighters an opportunity to fulfill what they called a destiny that seemed to be ordained by heaven.
Li Zhuiyuan wouldn't. As someone who is most adept at exploiting various rules and loopholes, when he plays the role of the "evil spirit," he won't give the opposing lamplighter the slightest chance to turn the tables.
Not only does Ah Li stay by his side to protect him, but the boy also retains "half" of himself, which is enough to ensure his safety by 99%.
Hmm, that's not enough to guarantee safety.
Li Zhuiyuan's fingertips trembled slightly, and the compass stopped spinning.
Fortunately, the insurance arrived, albeit late.
A wisp of black mist disappeared into the building.
Sitting on the stairs, Ah Li not only didn't make any move, but also showed no murderous intent. She even changed her sitting posture to cross-legged and devoted herself wholeheartedly to conditioning and recovery.
As the black mist dissipated, Zhao Yi's figure was revealed. He stood with his hands on his hips, cursing upstairs:
"Hey Li, is your family's ancestral secret technique the Mule Taming Technique?"
(End of this chapter)