With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 194 - 183: Dragon Bone vs Jade Scepter (3.2) Request

Continuous streams of fuel trucks entered and exited at the entrance.

After months of effort, this Demon Nest had officially beco one of Great Chu’s resource sites.

At the sa ti.

The team captain of Yong’an City’s police, [Ripping Cloud Claw·Liu Jinglong], was leading a raid to eliminate the remnants of the Black Water Company who had fled into the Demon Nest.

"Captain Liu, let’s eat first."

Since the Demon Nest was too large to be searched completely in a short ti, Liu Jinglong thought for a mont, then called everyone to sit down and make camp.

The noodles boiled vigorously in the pot, and once cooked, the military guide took the small pot off the fire and handed a bowl to him.

"Captain Liu, the conditions in the Demon Nest are harsh, have sothing to eat first."

Liu Jinglong took it with a smile and said:

"This doesn’t count as hardship; having noodles is good enough."

The slippery noodles slid down his throat, not fully swallowed yet.

He sensed a strange presence ahead and looked up.

Liu Jinglong could see soone approaching them slowly.

A black sword sheath hung at his waist, and the instant the sword was drawn from it, the air seed to suddenly freeze, still and windless within a hundred-mile radius.

Seeing the person’s face clearly, Liu Jinglong wore a bitter smile.

"Unfortunate timing... why would Li Xiao co here..."

The others were confused, quickly preparing for a defensive formation.

If it were a survivor from Black Water, he alone would not pose a threat.

"Captain Liu, what’s..."

The accompanying Martial Arts Family mber leading the military guide was puzzled by Liu Jinglong’s defeated expression.

Liu Jinglong bowed his head in silence, knowing that this man was [Blood-Drinking Demon Sword·Li Xiao], a Grandmaster of the Demon Path with a bounty of eight hundred million.

No need to run, just wait for death.

"Didn’t Li Xiao leave Yong’an seven years ago? How dare he return..."

He forced himself to calm down, preparing to send the final information to the police departnt.

[Li...]

His words were cut off as Liu Jinglong’s pupils contracted sharply.

His Qi Blood surged wildly within him, while his limbs and bones felt as cold as an ice cave.

Like him, everyone was enveloped by this deadly killing intent.

Shhhh—

A black arc of light rose from the horizon with a soft sound, reminiscent of tearing silk.

Hundreds of ters away, Li Xiao drew his sword and swung it horizontally, enveloping them in imnse demonic resentnt, and the blood-drinking Sword Qi rippled out like waves.

In an instant, the stainless steel bowl in Liu Jinglong’s hand turned to fine dust, and the boiling noodle soup froze mid-air.

The campfire twisted into a strange purple-black hue, while a nearby parked fuel truck’s steel shell cracked inch by inch.

Thin blood lines as fine as hair simultaneously appeared on everyone’s throats.

Without even managing a scream, their bodies collapsed backward simultaneously.

Where the Sword Qi’s aftermath swept past, both people and objects had cuts as smooth as mirrors.

Whoosh—

The demon sword returned to its sheath, restoring silence to the Demon Nest.

anwhile, the pooling blood from the people on the ground ford a stream, reflecting a bloody moon in the sky.

It wasn’t real moonlight, but the scarlet murderous light left by the Sword Qi, gradually drawing out the blood of all living things within a hundred ters.

In the distance, the Black Water n watched the silhouetted figure holding a sword with trepidation.

Though they shared the Demon Path, this person’s ruthlessness instilled fear among them.

[Soul Refining, you can make your move now. How long do you need?]

Voices ca from the phone.

[Boss, give half an hour, wait for at the node.]

[Alright, I’ll go in first and wait for you.]

Hanging up the phone, the bald man smiled sinisterly at the nearby ng Chuan.

"Kid, save picking up girls for your next life..."

...

It was already ten at night, with few pedestrians on the streets, all having gone ho to rest.

ng Chuan ordered a ride-hailing car and stood at the intersection with Zheng Zhenzhen waiting.

"You should co to Yanhua, it’s not far from Yong’an City, and we can practice martial arts together."

At the crossroad, Zheng Zhenzhen half-crouched in front of ng Chuan, pouting.

ng Chuan shook his head, ignoring Zheng Zhenzhen’s persuasion, stepping back a few steps to distance himself in the open street.

He felt a bit irritated, inexplicably wanting to get angry.

"Not good."

A flash of insight crossed ng Chuan’s mind, and his body moved instinctively, flashing ten ters away instantly.

Bang—!

A loud noise reached him as he glanced back to see his previous spot shattered.

The paving tiles buckled and cracked like a spider web from the point of impact.

At the center, a bald man wielding an ink-colored jade pestle quietly stepped out.

"Pretty alert, huh..."

On the side, Zheng Zhenzhen was about to step forward to help, but ng Chuan loudly warned:

"Don’t co, call the police."

He kept it concise; the man’s Qi Blood was extraordinarily thick, and Zheng Zhenzhen, a re seven-gate Martial Artist, could not withstand even one move from him.

Moreover, the man wielded a deadly weapon, the "hand pestle" emphasized by Lu Zhuxiao.

Regular people would crumble upon touching it, and without any hard skills for protection, Zhenzhen should best not complicate matters by getting involved.

ng Chuan’s fists hung by his sides, a layer of darkness subtly covering his skin, while his expression remained calm.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Many of us have fallen at your hands, I just want to avenge my brothers, is that a good enough reason?"

Soul Refining replied with a sinister smile.

"Scum from the Demon Summoning Hall, huh."

Whish—

In the blink of ng Chuan’s eye, the ink-colored jade pestle nearly drilled into the top of his skull.

He instantly reversed his fist to block, narrowly stopping the strike.

The trendous impact forced ng Chuan to stagger back two steps, his fist center painfully bruised.

"Nine Passes... No, it should be called the Fourth Elevation."

The Soul Refining strike having failed, he swiftly swung with full force, shrouded in a phantom-like body technique, sweeping heavily towards ng Chuan.

With piercing eyes, ng Chuan swiftly twisted his steps, his elbow raised to protect his face, his body swaying back and forth to avoid the attack, guided by the sound of the pestle slicing through the wind.

Like dancing on a blade’s edge, an astonished Zheng Zhenzhen watched from afar, unable to tear her eyes away.

She hung up the phone, crouched low, and leaped to strike.

Soul Refining had long anticipated the young tigress’s ambush from behind, a shrewd smile creeping upon his lips.

He swung his arm and twisted his body, the jade pestle carving an arc like a ho run sweep.

Midway through, Zheng Zhenzhen abruptly changed direction and swiftly bent her waist, barely dodging aside.

The forceful wind ripped her waist garnt, leaving a deep, bleeding cut on her skin.

A cry of pain echoed, Zheng Zhenzhen biting back emotions she couldn’t suppress.

ng Chuan stepped forward with a shaking step, swinging his arm to unleash the Liver-Wood Silk Binding Fist, enveloping the bald head again.

Clutching her side wound like a tigress leaping afar, Zheng Zhenzhen paused her advance.

Her expression complex, her fair chin tense with each breath.

Only now did she understand the type of opponent ng Chuan was facing.

Bam! Clang! Dong!

The Heart Fire and Thunder Fire, responding to ng Chuan’s arm swing, resounded in harmony with the pestle under the night sky.

A distance away, the two danced in twisting steps, their feet shattering the stone tiles, rocks shooting erratically around.

Suddenly!

The jade pestle struck the left chest!

ng Chuan rapidly retreated, leaving a dent on his protective suit, and even the outer mbrane of his armor was cracked, causing his breathing to beco labored.

Away from the scene, Zheng Zhenzhen’s heart tightened again, unexpected that the usually dominant ng Chuan would be at a disadvantage.

Forgetting the pain in her waist, she bent down to seek another chance.

ng Chuan frowned slightly, the bald man’s pestle work was exceptionally refined, his skill far beyond ordinary imagination.

Striking, sweeping, slashing - perfectly unified, in their brief clash, the dragon bones had already collided with that pestle dozens of tis.

Just as ng Chuan thought he had grasped the opponent’s tactics, Soul Refining suddenly struck diagonally, solidly hitting his chest.

Fortunately, ng Chuan’s mastery of hard skills was profound; coupled with the armor’s support, he managed to withstand it.

"This bald guy is no simple role even in the Demon Summoning Hall..."

The opponent’s first strike, deceptively bizarre.

If not for recent improvents in dragon-sit ditation, he’d have faltered on the first attempt.

"ng Chuan, watch out for his pestle head."

Zhenzhen shouted a warning.

Their battle felt like a storm sweeping through, leaving her no chance to intervene.

ng Chuan had no ti to heed; he imdiately advanced with a stepping right foot, punching out with dragon bone gauntlet-wrapped fists to clear obstacles, fiercely aiming at Soul Refining’s face.

Bang—!

Pestle and gauntlet clashed, emitting a mournful quiver.

Though the fist’s range was short, it was agile.

One hand entangled with the pestle, the other carrying Kidney Water, the Overlapping Waves Shattering Rock Fist surged, leaving tidal markings on the adversary.

Soul Refining’s pestle techniques were insidious and malevolent; the shaft slapping into the fist surface, two fingers initiated a subtle motion, the pestle head dodging ng Chuan’s encroaching Water Elent Fist.

ng Chuan, undaunted, was pleased; indeed, real combat was the best teacher, slowly uncovering the enemy’s strategy amidst this edge dance.

Bang—!

The pitch-black fist collided with the ink jade pestle again, the battle deadlocked fiercely.

Soul Refining cursed inwardly, finding this kid quite formidable.

His assumptions were wrong: most martial families in the city had been drawn to the Demon Nest by the big brother’s allure.

Yet even with so regular martial artists ard with guns, with this kid, he still wouldn’t prevail.

Distraction in battle was a cardinal sin; Soul Refining and ng Chuan’s eyes t, refocusing their resolve.

"Quick victory..."

The villain was perilous, and ng Chuan decided to make a risky move!

He brought his arm crosswise, feigning a gap for Soul Refining to exploit.

Actually, he twisted his body, swept his leg, infusing the montum of thunder fire through his instep, sweeping it heavily toward the pestle’s shaft.

Soul Refining anticipated an opportunity, only for thunder to burst beside him, forcing him to jump back hastily, while he angled the pestle’s head to smash ng Chuan’s instep!

Caught off guard!

The recoil on his instep tingled through Soul Refining’s tiger mouth, and the next mont, ng Chuan surged forward, left fist wrapped in murderous intent racing toward Soul Refining’s face.

Soul Refining was trapped, unable to dodge; recalling the pestle in ti was impossible, leaving no doubt the heavy punch would shatter his skull!

True to his reputation for surviving through carnage, Soul Refining, a subordinate under a demonic grandmaster, saw the danger, abandoning the pestle, lowering to clutch ng Chuan’s right leg, ready to twist forcefully.

Far off, Zheng Zhenzhen seized the tangled opportunity to swoop in, but Soul Refining casually swatted her away, propelling her back faster.

Amidst the precarious battle, Soul Refining’s fist skills weren’t lacking; the small cauldron on his chest exuded dark light, billowing demonic qi engulfing his wrist.

Like a venomous dragon probing a cave, it cut through stray black mists, stabbing straight at ng Chuan’s leg tendon.

Despite his formidable bulk, the bald opponent hadn’t anticipated practicing the insidious Snake Fist.

Still, a person from the Demon Path, none unexpected.

ng Chuan ignored his right leg, protected by Rock Armor, allowing him to twist - what of it?

He seized the montum, body gaining force to lean forward, about to suppress his foe, Soul Refining facing the shadow of danger above, imdiately released the calf, rolling sideways to evade.

ng Chuan, toe hooking, swiftly gathered a breath of Heart Fire Qi, kicking at the man’s rear.

Regret crossed his mind; if he could hit the waist, victory would be certain.

Whizz—!

Soul Refining disregarded the burning pain and swelling, quickly lying prone, stretching his arm to retrieve the fallen pestle.

ng Chuan wouldn’t allow the chance, not waiting for the kick to retract, he swiftly delivered a lightning punch, wind blasting the pestle three ters into the air, embedding it into the distant greenery.

Soul Refining’s heart sank, today was a defeat, not foreseeing this "little genius" to be such a formidable opponent.

No ti remained, the option to escape fleeting, further entanglent...

"One way or another, death awaits."