212: Chapter 64: Sweeping_1 212: Chapter 64: Sweeping_1 The rules of this world seed to have never been ant for him.
The continuous and subtle influence of the rules upheld by Irredeemable City over the years ant nothing to him.
Zhu Weiwo only paid attention to the long spear in his hands; he only followed his own set of rules.
Lian Heng tucked the red booklet into his chest, opened his sleepy eyes, looked at Zhu Weiwo, and chuckled softly, “What rules do you have?”
“Very simple,” Zhu Weiwo said as he continued to walk forward without stopping for anyone, “I want to kill him.
Whoever stops , I kill.”
He didn’t say why he wanted to kill.
No talk of national feuds or personal enmities, no ntion of stance or role.
Because as proud as he was, he didn’t need to explain his reasons to anyone.
He only said he wanted to kill the man with the chicken bone face, and that alone was his entire reason.
“Defeating just a chicken-faced man makes you think you’re invincible among those in the Ascending Dragon Realm?”
Lian Heng’s voice was very light and indifferent, light with disdain, indifferent with apathy.
As the Deputy Commander of the Sin Guards of Irredeemable City, although he was also within the Ascending Dragon Realm, he was an existence who dominated countless villains within the city.
To him, the man with the chicken bone face was not such a difficult opponent.
Zhu Weiwo moved forward steadily, while the man with the chicken bone face, hands braced against the ground, desperately retreated.
When he heard Lian Heng’s provocation, not even his eyebrows twitched; he simply said softly, “You can try.”
Quickening his steps, the tip of his spear dragged on the ground, scraping out a long trail of sparks.
A cold light flashed in Lian Heng’s eyes, his body tensed, ready to step forward, but then he relaxed suddenly.
Because just at that mont, the sound of the wind whistled.
A man wearing a sheep bone mask dropped from the sky, landing in front of the man with the chicken bone face.
The mont he landed, he threw a red pill to the chicken-faced man.
Without any hesitation, the chicken-faced man swallowed it.
His whole deanor, which had been waning, surged in an instant, even the shattered white bone Dharma Phase reford, returning him to his peak condition.
He leaped up and landed beside the sheep-faced man.
The forbidden dicine had severe side effects, but it allowed him to continue fighting at his peak.
anwhile, at the other end of the long street, two figures of similar height and build walked slowly toward the scene.
One wore a bull bone mask, and the other a horse bone mask.
Within the Bone Tao’s twelve bone masks, in terms of combat power, only second to the dragon bone mask, were the bull and horse masks.
And there stood Zhu Weiwo, alone with his spear, in the middle of the long street.
At that ti, the sun blazed like fire, its light and heat endless.
In front and behind, four peak Ascending Dragon Realm powerhouses!
All within the Ascending Dragon Realm, four against one!
“Lian Heng, if we kill him, we don’t have to pay the ransom, right?” said the bull-faced man.
“Because it’s he who actively wants to kill us,” the horse-faced man added.
They were a pair of twin brothers who had been inseparable since childhood, with a shared understanding.
The only ti they were separated was when they each participated in the Bone Tao trial, and in the end, they both erged as the sole winners of the trial and reunited within the twelve bone masks.
“Rules are rules after all,” Lian Heng stated indifferently, then chuckled lightly, “But ten thousand knife coins, for you, must surely not be a burden.”
The horse-faced man looked at Zhu Weiwo in surprise, “You’re very confident.”
“Conceited,” the bull-faced man corrected further.
“Stop the nonsense and kill him!” barked the chicken-faced man; he had narrowly escaped death and now had ingested forbidden dicine, damaging his foundations.
He felt an urgent hatred and was the first to lose his composure, opening his mouth to screech.
Another alien sound of a rooster crowing began.
However, just as he opened his mouth, he caught sight of ink-black hair flying about—Zhu Weiwo was already upon him!
A chilling spike suddenly thrust forward.
The handle was in the silent sheep-faced man’s hand.
He was one of the few among the twelve bone masks who excelled in dical skills, habitually quiet and reticent, but his combat prowess was not to be underestimated.
This spike ca out of nowhere, its trajectory as unpredictable as the antlers of a gazelle, leaving no trace to be found.
At the other end of the street, the bull-faced and horse-faced pair of brothers had also closed in.
The bull-faced man soared high, raising his dark iron Wolf Fang Club, with the force of a collapsing mountain.
The horse-faced man hid his curved blade behind him as he leaned forward and charged, his killing intent deeply concealed.
But Zhu Weiwo did not dodge or weave, nor did he seem to sense the disturbance behind him.
He advanced rapidly towards the chicken-faced man, lunging forward with his body airborne, knees bent as though using his knee as a spear, he smashed through the defense in front of the chicken-faced man.
His knee continued upward, striking the chicken-faced man’s jaw, effectively muzzling his open mouth mid-screech.
Having already fought with this man once before in the Da Tong Gambling House, Zhu Weiwo handled him with even greater ease.
The chicken-faced man’s teeth clashed together forcibly, breaking into a mouthful of fragnts.
His rooster’s crow choked back down into his stomach along with the blood rising in his throat.
anwhile, Zhu Weiwo raised the Ember Ending Lance in his hand and thrust its butt end forward, hitting right upon the sudden protrusion of a spike from the man with the sheep bone mask!
The spike whirled like a tornado, the wind screeching in an instant.
And the man with the sheep bone mask beca the eye of the storm.
In the countless battles he had been through, it was not that no one had ever managed to hit him by fluke on the hooked horn of the sheep, but without exception, all of them were shattered by his extrely sharp Aries spike.
In his view, this spike would surely penetrate the lance, breaking from its butt end, and three inches later, it would bend diagonally upward, the point aiming straight at the vital spot over Zhu Weiwo’s heart.
However, this clash was as light as if nothing had transpired.
His Aries spike barely touched the butt end of the lance when the lance shot away like a bolt of lightning.
Zhu Weiwo then surged forward with the lance roaring like a flash of lightning, turning around and charging toward the combatants with the cow bone and horse bone masks approaching from the other end of the street!
The Wolf Fang Club that shattered mountains, the hideaway blade lying dormant on the ground.
Their vital energies interlocked, weaving together above and below.
The combined attack of the man with the cow bone mask and the man with the horse bone mask had once withstood a direct blow from an Inner Mansion Realm cultivator without perishing.
Yet the Ember Ending Lance roared towards them just so.
Flas flickering fiercely, the kindling wood burned to ashes.
However, at the very end of it all…
Crack!
A spark exploded.
The entire street was then engulfed in a sea of fire!
The burning, bright red flas instantly devoured everything.
Engulfing both the man with the cow bone mask and the man with the horse bone mask within.
The lance swung its tail, and the flas looked back.
Zhu Weiwo flipped in the air again, as if mastering the entire raging, boiling sea of fire, and landed between the man with the sheep bone mask and the man with the chicken bone mask who had no ti to dodge.
The sea of fire surged up and then receded as if it was all sucked into that seemingly simple and ordinary Ember Ending Lance.
At this mont, with the lance tip stuck in the ground and Zhu Weiwo crouching, he gripped the lance and slowly stood up.
Crack, crack, crack!
A series of crisp sounds echoed.
The entire street no longer showed any trace of the four Bone Tao’s skull masks.
Only four charred skeletons dropped to the ground, as if to tell a story.
All around the long street, inside the Da Tong gambling den, in the houses on both sides, every single villain and criminal laid dead silent.
Facing four opponents alone, he still swept them away with a single lance strike.
The edge of Zhuang Country’s top talent was blinding!
Around the corner, Lian Heng stood in silence, not uttering a word.
Just from that one strike alone, he had already admitted to himself that he was no match.
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The highest building in the Irredeemable City belonged to the Sin Lord Huang Jinmo.
Only this tower in the entire city soared to seven stories high.
Huang Jinmo had personally nad it the Prison Tower.
Apart from her personal maid, no one else was ever allowed to enter this tower.
And from the fifth floor upwards, only Huang Jinmo herself could enter.
Right now, in the topmost chamber, there was an old man with crow-black hair and a woman dressed in black.
One sat while the other stood.
The entire top chamber was empty and vast, without a single unnecessary decoration, extrely simple.
There was only one straw cushion in the middle.
The woman in black was sitting cross-legged on the sole cushion.
The old man with crow-black hair stood with his hands behind his back, opposite her.
The woman in black had a cold and stunning appearance, with delicate features but her narrow, long phoenix eyes were too indifferent, discouraging people from getting close.
The woman who could appear in this place was naturally the Sin Lord Huang Jinmo.
Huang Jinmo looked at the old man before her and said indifferently, “Du Ruhui, do you have that much confidence in him?
He is Zhuang Country’s top talent, the hope for the next generation.
Dying here would be a pity.”
The old man with crow-black hair had a calm expression.
“A talent who dies is no talent at all.”
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PS: Today is the author’s birthday!
A year older, I am both more handso and more talented.
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