"Good!" Yan Qinghe almost cheered aloud.
Well done!
A smile appeared on his face. He was about to give the order to execute Wei Shanhe and the others when he noticed that the Commander's expression had turned extrely grave.
"Huh? What's going on?" Yan Qinghe was taken aback. He turned his head for another look and saw that Long Tianji, who should have died from having his head blown apart, was now fading away like Mirror Flower Water Moon. At the sa ti, a new Long Tianji materialized beside where the first had been!
"Damn!" Yan Qinghe nearly swore. The others wanted to rub their eyes a dozen tis.
How did he do that?!
The Commander's face grew redder, as if she were suffering from severe constipation. She strained with all her might to control the arrow and kill this new Long Tianji.
But would Lin Tang give her that chance? Of course not.
He grabbed the shaft of the arrow. No matter how it trembled and struggled, it could not break free. It was like a crocodile. When a crocodile clamps down on its prey, its bite force is incredibly powerful, and with a death roll, the victim is torn to shreds. However, when its mouth is closed, if you pinch its snout shut, it's too weak to open its jaws again. This arrow possessed trendous piercing power in flight, but once it was stopped and grabbed... it was finished.
In Lin Tang's other hand, a set of bamboo slips appeared. Ning Yuexi recognized them at a glance. They were the spoils of war he had snatched from Ji Yongyan, the master of the Heavenly Person Academy. Lin Tang had been able to transform into an afterimage and dodge the arrow precisely because he had relied on their power.
During his recent closed-door cultivation, he had not only practiced the Life Creation Technique to the Grandmaster realm but was also now just a hair's breadth away from becoming a true Martial King, lacking only the coalescence of his aura. Moreover, he had completely exhausted the power of the Holy Corpse, which had caused his Divine Sense to grow substantially. In the instant the Holy Corpse disintegrated, he had glimpsed several ways to use righteous energy, making it only natural for him to be able to activate the bamboo slips.
CRACK!
The bamboo slips in his hand slowly crumbled into ash, which made Lin Tang feel a pang of regret.
"Your arrow… it truly is exceedingly powerful. It destroyed the bamboo slips in a single strike," he said gravely, his eyes fixed on the Commander.
"Hmph!" The Commander was about to devise another plan to continue her assassination attempt.
Does she think I'm an idiot? I'm not giving her another chance.
Lin Tang's figure vanished. In the blink of an eye, he was at her side. Several roaring dragon shadows intertwined like a fishing net, engulfing the Commander.
The Commander's own martial prowess was far inferior to Lin Tang's. She had only gained a montary upper hand by relying on the treasure bestowed upon her by the Dark Lady. But now… if not for the powerful defenses of the carriage itself, she would have already been turned into pulp. Even so, she found herself on the brink of life and death. Under Lin Tang's high-intensity, unceasing barrage, the ground beneath them turned to quicksand. The Commander, along with her carriage, sank continuously, buried by heaps of surrounding stone and rubble.
Ultimately, the carriage could no longer bear the strain and began to crack. After all, it was not being controlled by a true Cultivator. It was like a child wielding an anti-materiel sniper rifle, completely unable to unleash its full potential. The Commander was dizzy, bleeding from her seven orifices, and felt as if her entire body had been shaken apart.
When the carriage's protective shield finally shattered, Lin Tang leaped inside. He first seized the bow and arrows, sealing them tightly to prevent them from exploding like a Demon-Subduing Rope, and then stored them in his Storage Ring. Next, he grabbed the Commander by the collar and dragged her out like a dead dog. He then sealed the carriage as well and placed it in his Storage Ring.
"You have a Space Artifact?!" Seeing him act like a common robber, the Commander's almond-shaped eyes went wide.
My heart is bleeding! she thought. She realized she was nothing more than a delivery girl for his treasures, directly arming her enemy.
"Eh, this dress you're wearing also seems to contain quite a few spirit materials?" Lin Tang's eyes lit up as he began tearing at her long gown.
"You animal!" the Commander shrieked, her eyes burning with rage. Pure and untouched, she had never been defiled by any man in such a manner. To suffer such a great humiliation today made her wish she could just smash her head against a rock and die. "Long Tianji, you selfish, shaless, lecherous monster! You disregard the fate of the world and have no compassion for its people! I curse you!"
SMACK! SMACK!
Lin Tang struck her with several hard slaps. "What the hell do you think you are, that you have the right to curse ? Since you don't have the sense to act like a prisoner, you might as well just die!"
So what if she's beautiful? We're enemies now. She has to be eliminated!
He was about to throw another punch to finish her off when the Jade Talisman around her neck suddenly erupted in an intensely hot brilliance.
Is that thing going to explode?
Without a second thought, Lin Tang let go and fled, shooting straight into the sky with Wei Zichu in tow. When he was a kiloter away, he turned to look back but saw no mushroom cloud. A sweep of his Divine Sense revealed that the Commander was gone without a trace.
Damn it, I was tricked! That was a teleportation talisman! She got away! And I didn't even get to strip off that dress made of spirit materials.
Lin Tang was naturally unwilling to let the matter drop and was about to give chase. Suddenly, his expression shifted. He whipped his head around, looking in the direction of the Tianxiang Doukou Company.
"You're courting death!" he snarled, decisively changing direction and charging straight ahead, leaving Yan Qinghe, Ning Yuexi, and the others to stare at each other in confusion.
***
With Zhu Yingning's personal oversight, several new products were being developed simultaneously. Today was the day. The laboratory staff brought the new product samples to her. Shen Youling and Mo Pinglan were also present, looking over the experintal data and various reports. Besides them, senior executives from branch offices in other cities had also rushed over to witness this thrilling mont.
"Are the results really this good?"
"It's miraculous!"
"This will absolutely be a global bestseller!"
"I can't imagine any product that could compete with these."
"Now we just have to wait for mass production and launch."
"We're going to be rich! Rich!"
The executives were all ecstatic. Any resentnt they held toward Zhu Yingning and Mo Pinglan for their insistence on protecting Shen Youling vanished completely. Since Zhu Yingning could produce such an incredible formula that would have them all counting money until their hands cramped, what did it matter if she supported one Shen Youling? They wouldn't care if she brought in hundreds of other notorious characters. The recent turmoil and crisis at the company, those business partners who had kicked them while they were down—it all seed like a joke now.
"I heard several companies in the beauty industry went abroad for a conference with the sole purpose of jointly suppressing our Tianxiang Doukou!"
"With these new products, let's see how they try to suppress us! A bunch of overconfident trash..."
After their excitent subsided, they shared disdainful smiles, completely oblivious to a transparent shadow silently infiltrating the building. This shadow could actually pass through walls. It slithered up from the first floor to the outside of the conference room and then, with a whoosh, slipped inside.
"Everyone, quiet down and listen to !" Zhu Yingning stood on the stage, brimming with energy.
Just as she was about to issue orders and arrange the tasks for promoting the new products, her gaze suddenly sharpened. She noticed the transparent shadow slowly taking on a blackish tint.
"What the hell is that thing… Watch out! Get away!" Zhu Yingning's face paled as she shouted urgently at the fattest man in the room.
The portly man looked confused. A mont later, the shadow pounced on him. He imdiately let out a bloodcurdling scream. It was as if his entire body had beco a skin suit, with a humanoid shape thrashing and flailing within.
"AHHH—"
His originally oval body inflated into a massive ball of flesh and rolled directly toward Shen Youling. She stood frozen in place.
"Get out of the way!" Mo Pinglan grabbed her, and they both dove to the side.
CRACK! CRACK!
Everything in the path of the atball—tables, chairs, all of it—was crushed to pieces. Anyone who touched the rolling mass was stuck to it like glue, unable to break free, and was instantly ground into minced at.
Mo Pinglan's pupils contracted. She drew a dagger and stabbed with all her might, but she couldn't pierce it. Instead, the impact sent her flying back.
"Die!" Zhu Yingning cried out in a mixture of shock and rage, spraying dozens of different toxins at once.
Unfortunately, it was of no use. In fact, it only enraged the atball, which now rolled rapidly toward her. Amidst the terrified screams of the crowd, Zhu Yingning retreated again and again, continuing to douse it with poison. The other toxins remained ineffective, but one corrosive agent managed to burn a large hole in the creature. A great volu of foul-slling pus sprayed out.
The atball deflated, and the black shadow erged once more. It fused with another person, transforming into an octopus-like creature that lunged at Zhu Yingning. It was about to make contact.
I'm going to die at the hands of a grotesque thing like this?! Zhu Yingning, with no way to escape, began to see her life flash before her eyes.
BOOM!!!
Martial Saint Number 7 burst through the wall. His fist, crackling with surging power, smashed squarely into the shadow-possessed octopus. The windows shattered as the creature plumted from the high floor, landing heavily on the ground below with a sound like a bursting car tire. Chunks of flesh splattered open, spreading out like a pool of spilled ink.
The shadow twisted and coalesced, once again taking on a humanoid form. Just as it was about to teleport away, Number 7 leaped down after it. With a single palm strike, he flattened the shadow until it was as thin as paper. Then, it vanished completely.
"Is it gone? Just like that? And who is this person?" Zhu Yingning watched, still shaken, as Number 7 stood unhard on the ground floor.
"It's him!" Shen Youling said, her face pale as she looked down.
"You know him?"
"Before, soone..."
"No, he's been possessed too! We have to run!" Mo Pinglan suddenly shrieked.
Zhu Yingning and Shen Youling nearly fainted in terror. They watched as Number 7's own shadow began to twist and rise, slithering up and spreading over his body. The two rged. Number 7 threw his head back and let out a heaven-shaking howl. He went berserk, madly attacking everything around him. Rows of walls were punched through, and the entire building began to groan, on the verge of collapse. Countless people scread and fled outside, Shen Youling and the other two among them.
"It doesn't look like he's following us..."
After running for a full kiloter, Shen Youling, the weakest of the three, was gasping for air. Mo Pinglan and Zhu Yingning pulled her to a stop, looking back warily.
Just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief…
BANG!
A figure dropped from the sky, its legs sinking deep into the asphalt. It was Number 7, now possessed by the shadow. It looked as if a mass of earthworms was rapidly crawling under his skin, which was now covered in a layer of black, tar-like substance. When he grinned, his mouth was a pitch-black abyss.
"Ha!" he exhaled sharply, his razor-sharp nails slashing straight for the three won.
We're done for!
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