With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 366 - 332: Carnage! Repentance! Three Ghostly Skulls

Detecting the police personnel around shooting downward, where many followers of the Demon Path were gathered inside.

Stepping on the cloud, temporarily suspended in the air, the right arm swung back with force.

Imitating the Setting Sun Strike of the Molten Core Eruption, plumting heavily!

The entire roof exploded with a "boom!", and ng Chuan burst into it.

...

A massive air current suddenly exploded, spreading dust all around.

Though ng Chuan’s eyes were covered by the stirred dust and smoke.

However, the presence of several Demon Path followers was as bright as a blazing fire in the night under his heart spirit’s perception.

Several people hid behind cover, hearing the explosive roar, abruptly looking at this "sky-falling" scene, their faces turned pale instantly!

The powerful rising sun’s trap glared in all directions, brightly declaring to them!

The Martial Artist has arrived!

"Aren’t the Martial Artists supposed to be inside, battling the priests, how... how did they appear here!"

Several people, driven by their desire for power, turned from ordinary people to killers, joined the Demon Summoning Hall, becoming Demon Path Martial Artists.

Their internal fear of Martial Artists was beyond anything!

Originally, they thought they could seize the chance to break out and escape from the factory periter while the experts inside clashed.

Seeing this scene, they could finally put their worried hearts to rest...

...

Whoosh——!

A gigantic black shadow flashed past, ng Chuan donned nacing armor in his normal state, almost two and a half ters tall.

"Please... spare , I can change, I... I want to report contributions, I want to turn inforr!"

The outermost person first saw this terrifying human figure, screaming gutturally.

The shadow pressed downward, others stared at the ground’s shadow in terror, slowly raising their hands...

Bang!

With a slap from ng Chuan, a shower of drizzling rain fell from the sky.

The rain was red, blown by the power, drenched the heads of the remaining few.

"Ah!!! I... uh...."

The terror on several faces was about to spill out, unable to clench their bowels.

Only to see that silhouette’s head gleaming with chilling light, slowly advancing towards them.

Did this mont recall the abuse of ordinary people in ordinary tis?

Thud... thud... thud!

Very soon.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their bodies exploded one by one, like a whack-a-mole ga, heads smashed in.

His current strength, killing those who sublimated three tis or below, was no different than swatting flies.

Just bigger heads...

...

ng Chuan wiped off the crimson remains from his palm, looking at the splattered blood spots on his armor.

nacing as a thirsty beast, the armor’s surface with scarlet streaks wriggled, greedily devouring the bloodstains.

Every drop of blood was consud by the armor.

In an instant, the blood marks dissipated into wisps of black smoke.

The armor returned to a deep cool matte color, as if never tainted by filth.

"Hmm? There’s a self-cleaning function?"

When Principal Sui gave it to him, he never ntioned this.

ng Chuan didn’t sense any changes after the grueso absorption of the blood, it was rely a simple cleansing.

Specifically probing into the depth of the armor, worried whether this might have any side effects.

ng Chuan paused slightly, now wasn’t the ti to think about this, he looked up toward another battlefield.

"It’s Xiaong... Senior ng!"

The officers saw this black-armored figure, descended from the sky and walked out, used less than a few seconds, inside it was already silent.

The fate of the Demon Path Martial Artists inside was clear, dead through and through...

The voice coming through the masked face was sowhat deep, echoing in an urn-like sound:

"All resolved, no need for you to capture inside."

Pausing, ng Chuan said expressionlessly,

"Already terminated them all."

"Under... stood."

No need to speak, they could already sll the dense scent of blood coming from under the collapsed roof...

Watching the receding figure of ng Chuan, they murmured softly:

"Who would have thought, Xiaong Senior was so insistent on hating evil, leaving no live ones..."

So disagreed, loudly retorted:

"That’s how to deal with these Demon Path scum! Only by fighting evil with evil, blood with blood, can wake up these inhuman bastards!"

Within the police station, the attitude towards the Demon Path has always been the eradication of evil, never rciful.

But human nature is complex, so officers have soft hearts.

Thinking that after capturing and interrogating, perhaps more clues could be revealed, even reforming so that went astray.

This kind of officer is very few, in most people’s eyes, the word "astray" is never acknowledged.

With blood of their companions stained on their hands, body and mind leaning towards the abyss, trying to surrender and repent?

Fine, prove it by death...

...

ng Chuan ignored all this, his mind extrely calm, not the least bit overwheld by killing intent.

To him, even without the need for fear, there were only these four words "slaughter on the spot".

Anyway, Great Chu had already written this into the law.

In any task involving the Demon Path, everything that happens during the mission, under the sole discretion of the Martial Artist on-site.

Unless the task’s commander specifically ntioned otherwise, leaving any survivor or not, was entirely personal.

The decision-making power, the killing authority, and a whole series of seemingly unreasonable powers, all ca from the repeated demon purging and path-guarding tasks.

Lessons from blood...

...

"Ah! I was wrong... don’t kill !"

Splat!

Again crushing another waterlon, feeling the feedback from fear, ng Chuan smiled, sowhat nacingly.

"Is it useful to be wrong? Go repent in hell..."

His perception is now far superior to these second and third-ti transcendents.

With a single thought, everything around becos clear, exposed in full detail.

Stop hiding, the outside is full of ng Chuan!

Watching the demonic martial artists scatter and flee, his feet swiftly dart.

His arm rises and falls, and the popping sounds of explosions continue to ring out, sending them one by one to reincarnation.

To absorb fear to the utmost, so were made into fireworks, so had their heads pressed into their stomachs, all to intimidate the perpetrators and other bullies.

Before the mission, ng Chuan already learned about this group of scum, their persecution of ordinary people and martial artists following the establishnt of the new division.

Therefore, when he acts, he shows no rcy.

He looked into the distance, at the ordinary person hiding under the box, and detected the sll of urine.

Whispers reached his ear.

"Don’t kill ... help..."

This person is a worker in the factory, used by the Demon Summoning Hall as ordinary cover.

As for whether he knew and did not report, or if the Demon Summoning Hall kept him in the dark.

During the task, ng Chuan could choose to ignore these and kill them all to absorb fear...

But he chose not to do so.

His principles in killing were his own and not driven by so ’need’ to act recklessly.

Noticing the distant battle, ng Chuan gestured to the nearby police personnel manning their guns.

His voice, like a fine thread, reached their ears.

"There’s an ordinary person hidden here, send assistance."

After speaking, he turned and left.

As for how to handle identification, it’s left up to the police departnt.

This place had descended into a battlefield, human lives cheap as grass, like candles in the wind.

The sniper watching from afar initially thought ng Chuan had beco bloodthirsty.

Yet unexpectedly witnessed this move, realizing the opponent still retains a glimr of humanity.

"Is this a wild heart sniffing roses, or thunderous thods with a kind heart..."

The sniper sighed softly.

He had seen too many societal martial artists affected by the battlefield environnt.

They beco completely mad, even attacking friends and family indiscriminately.

Yet ng Chuan can maintain his original mind amidst such frequent carnage.

Not only is his prowess formidable, but his heart is incomparable to ordinary martial artists.

Able to steer imnse killing intent without losing himself, the balance of strength and softness is the essence of complete humanity...

...

With ng Chuan’s fierce entrance into the peripheral battlefield, the overall situation is settled.

After cooperating with police personnel to fully control the situation, he lifted his face mask to catch his breath, looking towards the sky above the main plant area.

Overcast clouds!

The deepest black mist is extrely thick, not a trace of its edge visible, with faintly frightening ape-like roars erging from it.

"Over there is where Chief Long’s battleground is..."

Seeing this scene, ng Chuan put away his slightly inflated ego after just "bullying the weak".

Wrists flipped, unleashing the reverse blade, relaxing and heading towards the main factory’s martial arts family battlefield.

Excluding the farthest, he cannot sense the battleground of the Three Limits and the sixth transcendents.

ng Chuan can only feel Chief Long’s growing strong energy, it’s just a matter of ti before he captures or kills the opponent.

anwhile, scanning the surroundings briefly.

In front, due to the demonic path’s desperate fight, it is balanced against the police force.

At the mont, it requires a decisive blow from him!

ng Chuan glanced towards the left, sensing sothing unusual pass through his mind.

His speed increased, charging heavily into it.

...

Woooo~

A sharp, eerie sound resembling a baby’s cry faintly erged, dense demonic qi spread, enveloping the entire production workshop, truly strange and frightening.

"Where is this bastard hiding..."

Chu Yanhu’s back was pressed against a pipe wall, dragon-shaped true qi illuminated his unard left hand, casting inches of light in the darkness.

His heart spirit is extrely tense, his whole being twisted like a rope.

Facing this demonic path, he couldn’t fight head-on, so they hide and use "magic".

With their endless bizarre thods, Chu Yanhu is sowhat overwheld.

Thump~ thump~

"What’s that sound!"

Chu Yanhu’s hair stood on end, like a startled bird, his power erupted with a palm towards the source of the sound.

Splurgh!

A blood-soaked head burst open, splashing his face.

His goggles blurred, Chu Yanhu hastily reached to wipe the blood off his military mask.

But as soon as his hand raised, a gust of wind surged!

The demonic qi thickened, male and female indistinct voices as sharp blades cut into Chu Yanhu’s heart:

"Return my life... haven’t you killed enough? Next will be you... flesh... soul... all will be sacrificed..."

Chu Yanhu was no ordinary person, not crushed by this eerie ntal assault.

He only gathered his heart spirit into substance, sensing intensely around, preventing an ambush.

At this mont, the situation had reached deadlock...

A pair of chilling sharp claws quietly erged from the black mist, stealthily approaching.

Feeling a shift in his heart, Chu Yanhu leapt up, spinning and slashing out.

It hits nothing, another deceit!

Turning again, three heads with expressions between crying, laughing, sadness, and joy, linked by a slender neck cramming closely together.

Three faces pressed against his, nearly zero distance, eting Chu Yanhu’s sudden face...

Lips crimson and teeth white, the expressions grotesque, even the blood at the corners of the mouth and eyes, he sees clearly...

Almost kissing!

"Hee hee hee!"

"Motherf***er! Sh*t!!"

At this mont, Chu Yanhu faltered, completely losing it.