The four people were surrounded in the center.
Two of them were already seriously injured, one with a hideous gash on his abdon, bleeding profusely, and the other with a penetrating wound on his back.
The two looked pale, breathing heavily.
Clearly, these two were on the verge of death, likely to perish soon.
They were originally eight.
Now, four have already died in battle. The most powerful among them was blown to pieces against the wall just monts ago.
"Hand over the item, and we will leave imdiately."
Beside them.
A bald elder wearing a turban, spoke sinisterly.
He wore a black and yellow mandarin jacket with a prominent long knife emblem, the symbol of the Demon Blade Gang.
As a major gang in the Outer City, the Demon Blade Gang’s influence has been expanding over the years, with even Elite Level Martial Artists within its ranks.
Such as the elder before them.
He was an Elite Level Martial Artist with strength reaching Tier Six in the Demon Blade Gang.
Additionally.
In the shadows, they also had a Tier Four and two Tier Five Elite Martial Artists ready for contingency.
Because.
Today’s mission was extrely important, directly ordered by their patron Baiyaolou and must be completed.
Due to Villiduo’s special situation.
Baiyaolou’s people could not easily enter the city; it was up to them to accomplish the task. As long as they seized the item from this group, their mission would be complete.
"If you want the fragnts, all of us must be dead first."
In the middle of the surrounded four.
A female voice full of resentnt rang out.
As soon as she spoke, the other three erupted with violent Blood Qi, like torches burning in the night sky.
The elder’s expression changed.
Self-destruction!
These three actually wanted to go on an overload, harnessing all internal Blood Qi to perish with their enemies.
And the purpose of self-destruction was self-explanatory.
It was to cover their master’s escape with the fragnts, staking their lives to carve a path in desperate circumstances.
It must be said.
The Ji Family’s people were truly loyal, even in such dire straits, these faithful retainers were willing to sacrifice themselves for the Ji Family’s sole bloodline, paving a way for survival.
Along the way.
The opponents, though few, had already killed no fewer than a hundred Demon Blade Gang mbers.
It was a tragic victory achieved by piling lives.
However.
As long as they could obtain the fragnt demanded by Baiyaolou, everything would be worth it.
The elder snickered, stood up, and shot forth like an arrow, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.
Whizz...
Blood splattered, heads fell.
The two gravely injured Martial Artists were directly slaughtered, without even a chance to self-destruct.
The other two, witnessing this, reddened their eyes, accelerating the transfer process of Blood Qi within their bodies, attempting to self-destruct to force the Demon Blade Gang back.
Yet how could the elder allow them to succeed?
He leapt, and after slaying two, his body vaulted like a nimble monkey, reaching the side of the two.
His aged, sharp fingers clawed through one man’s throat.
Then a flying kick landed on another’s abdon.
The powerful Blood Qi-infused attack crippled the man’s Blood and Qi Central Hub, making him retreat repeatedly, coughing up blood, and rendering self-destruction an unattainable dream.
The Blood and Qi Central Hub was wasted.
His years of cultivation beca ash, no different from an ordinary person.
To be precise.
He was even more miserable than an ordinary person.
The ailnts left from years of martial training, the body accustod to the existence of Blood Qi, would quickly collapse.
Such a person is usually called a cripple.
Though movent of limbs remained unhindered, the power of a Martial Artist was lost.
For any cultivator, this was a cataclysmic blow.
In a short ti.
The life and death crisis caused by the four Martial Artists was resolved instantly.
"Manager Cui!"
The young girl who had escaped only a few steps halted, exclaid in shock, her face pale.
The elder’s smile grew more complacent, an irrepressible excitent glead in his eyes.
The mission would be completed soon!
The fragnts were in the hands of the Ji Family’s sole bloodline.
"Do not offer futile resistance. If you had handed them over sooner, none of this would have happened."
The elder stretched out his hand, reaching for the girl: "Since you won’t give them, I’ll have to take it myself.
Rest assured, it will be quick.
You absolutely won’t feel any pain."
The smile on his face beca even more voracious, eyes blazing with excitent as he looked at the near mission target.
Bang!
But at the critical mont, the nearby wall cracked.
Countless shattered bricks shot towards the Demon Blade Gang mbers like bullets, piercing their flesh without hindrance.
The elder’s pupils contracted fiercely, couldn’t have imagined trouble would arise at such a juncture.
However.
The Elite Level Martial Artist’s Blood Qi instantly smashed these bricks to powder.
He looked into the wall’s opening with deep eyes, shouted: "Demon Blade Gang has business. What do you want to do?"
"Take you down!"
The sound ca from behind the wall.
The elder’s expression changed slightly, then revealed a smirk. Both the gang leader and deputy leader were in the shadows; this person dared to strike, utterly reckless.
Though unaware of where this figure ca from.
However.
From the mont he struck, his death was already sealed.
Anyone trying to obstruct the Demon Blade Gang from getting the fragnts must die!
"Words are nice.
If you really want to take down, why hide like a turtle in there?"
The elder sneered.
Just as his words fell.
He felt a fierce wind shooting towards his face.
"Good timing, boy, you’ve fallen into the trap...!"
The elder didn’t panic but smiled instead, ready to attack the incoming figure.
But the figure suddenly accelerated in the air, crashing down like a teor, hitting him harshly before he could finish his sentence.
Boom!
This collision didn’t send anyone flying.
The elder was crushed into a lump of flesh by the iron-forged armor, imbedded in a deep pit on the ground.
Baiyu stood up from the pit, dusting off the clinging ss on the Forbidden Armant, looked at the pit’s sticky contents, and felt much relieved.
He paused slightly, and coldly said:
"This matter originally had nothing to do with . I closed the door and stayed out, so why co here, huh?"
Judging by their attire, they clearly belonged to the sa gang.
Now there’s nothing more to say.
With a command.
The Martial Artists from the chamber charged out, attacking the group.
Amid the chaotic crowd.
Baiyu sensed two cold gazes fall upon him, turned around to see two Tier Five Martial Artists rushing toward him.
Qiong Zhen had already gone to deal with the Tier Four Martial Artist in the shadows.
The remaining two Tier Fives were the strongest present.
Eliminating them, the rest were re minions.
Possessing Forbidden Armant.
The Tier Five Pure Martial Artists would struggle to harm Baiyu significantly.
Even standing still, they would have to work hard to breach the Forbidden Armant’s defense.
This was the perverse aspect of Forbidden Armant.
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