PNB Chapter 87 Slaying Demons in Broad Daylight, Ferocity Shakes the Universe
Chapter 87 Slaying Demons in Broad Daylight, Ferocity Shakes the Universe
Chapter 87 Slaying Demons in Broad Daylight, Ferocity Shakes the Universe
"Trying to leave? You idiot!"
When She Yujun and Yan Suiyi tried to fight Lin Zhuo in close combat, their weapons were directly pushed away by his flawless inner energy.
This protective hard skill follows the approach of the Jade Belt Entangling Mountain Technique. It does not rely on brute force to directly confront the opponent, but rather excels at oblique wrapping and smoothing, making it impossible for even a feather to touch the body, and impervious to water and fire.
After consuming the Hidden Dragon buff, the protective effect of this hard skill becomes even stronger. Now that Lin Zhuo has unleashed the Fallen Dragon technique, he no longer needs to worry about enemies getting close, as his defense is flawless, hence the name "Leak-Free Qi".
Seeing that he couldn't break through Lin Zhuo's hard skills in the short term, and having witnessed the Tibetan monk Jinmei being blown into a bloody mist, the shrewd and cunning master of the demonic sect had only one thought in his mind: to temporarily avoid the limelight and give in for the time being.
If they flee back to the evil cult, they will at most be punished and suffer; but if they stay here, they will surely die.
They acted decisively, completely disregarding the demonic sect disciples fighting to the death here, and Han Miaohua who was too scared to move. They sold out all their teammates and split into two groups, flying off to the left and right.
Suddenly, two holes burst open in the walls on either side of the houseboat, from which two hurried, panicked figures darted out.
The crowd on the shore saw a figure with flowing sleeves plunge straight into the water, transforming into a huge blue fish that swam down and disappeared into the depths of the emerald river in the blink of an eye.
Another figure glided through the air, spotted the small boat where Hong Yingniang was, and immediately turned and peered down, reaching out his claws like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, determined to capture the woman and use her as a hostage to blackmail Lin Zhuo.
"Oh no! The pipa player is in danger!"
"How despicable! This is clearly a heretical sect."
In the blink of an eye, the audience had no time to speak, but such thoughts flashed through their minds. After all, they were all seasoned veterans of the martial arts world, and they could tell the difference between good and evil just from some behavioral details.
Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it has been depicted in all sorts of martial arts novels and stories. Even young children who read comic books know some of the rules of the martial arts world.
Those who target innocent civilians or specifically choose the weak as hostages are generally not good people. Even worse, some target the accompanying musicians, which is extremely indecent and easily incites public outrage.
If he knew what these ordinary people were thinking, Yan Suiyi, the skin-peeling Yama, would definitely be cursing at this moment: You bunch of idiots, you have never seen the terrifying scene inside those painted boats and towering ships, how do you know how hard I, your grandfather, have worked to survive?
He really didn't have time to think about these things; he only had one thought in mind: to capture Hong Yingniang.
The pipa player at the bow of the boat looked up at the dark shadow rushing towards her from the blue sky.
Before she even arrived, a fierce wind swept over her, blowing off the light silk scarf from her face. Sharp, destructive true energy followed the wind, gripping her shoulders heavily, making it difficult for her to resist or escape. The cold and ferocious fighting spirit made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Faced with a grandmaster, ordinary martial artists would probably find it difficult to even muster the courage to make a move.
Hong Yingniang simply smiled radiantly, lightly plucked the strings with her fingertips, and produced a clear note. Such a light and carefree demeanor startled Yan Suiyi, who was then puzzled, and subsequently horrified.
The surface of the Luoying River rippled gently, reflecting Yan Suiyi's eagle-like shadow, as well as a tall and imposing figure behind him, the two almost overlapping.
Yan Suiyi strained to turn his eyes to see what was behind him, but his head was already too heavy to turn.
Because a hand gripped the back of his neck, the open tiger's mouth held the back of his head, the index finger and thumb pressing behind his ears on both sides, holding Yan Suiyi's head like a ball.
A soft whisper drifted from behind: "You can't outrun me."
"Heroic grandfather, have mercy—" The last words the Skin-Peeling Yama left in this world came to an abrupt end. His entire head exploded with a bang amidst the cheers of thousands of people, like a small, bloody firecracker. Only a headless corpse remained, which sank into the river with a splash, becoming food for fish, shrimp, turtles, and tortoises.
Lin Zhuo casually fanned away the blood mist and bone fragments to avoid soiling his small boat. He nodded slightly to Hong Yingniang below, spun around in mid-air, and stepped into the void, creating a thunderous sound like drumming in the air before shooting off to the other side.
Yu Yujun was a clever man; he chose to dive into the water, fully expecting that this would allow him to escape the pursuit.
After diving into the water, he immediately stopped vigorous movement to avoid being detected by the abnormal water flow. He simply moved his hands and feet carefully, intending to drift downstream.
To make a name for himself on the blacklist in the martial arts world, he had experienced hundreds of fierce battles and often fled in disarray. He would dive into the water, jump off cliffs, hide among piles of dead bodies, and even go to latrines and outhouses. For him, human dignity was far less valuable than life.
Only by surviving can one enjoy wealth and glory, rise through the ranks in the sect, and trample on the dignity of more martial artists and common people.
Venomous snakes can always hibernate in winter and awaken at the time of the Awakening of Insects, thus escaping one harsh winter wind after another.
The water ahead churned, and a familiar headless corpse sank to the bottom. Even though it was a dark mass and indistinct, Yu Yujun still guessed the identity of the deceased.
"Old Yan, Old Yan, if your death can save my life, it's worth it. I will definitely burn incense and pray for you next year on this day."
The underwater world was quiet and dark, but the faint screams and noises from the shore were so loud that they pierced through the thick water and were caught by him.
At the same time, a strong and turbulent undercurrent suddenly rushed in from behind, sweeping him around on the riverbed and nearly hitting rocks.
"What's wrong?"
Hundreds of raging torrents surged and swirled in the heart of the river, with wave after wave spreading out from the whirlpools, like a strong autumn wind, causing the flower boats and painted barges to sway on the water.
Lin Zhuo, standing at the center of the whirlpool, had half his body submerged in the water, yet he remained completely dry. The serpent chain hammer in his hand hung straight down, the fierce energy contained within the hammer head violently stirring the water, causing the whirlpool to expand and deepen, as if the heavens had slashed down a sword, piercing a hole in the Fallen Flower River.
Lin Zhuo's brow was shimmering with light as he continuously unleashed the Zhuo Dragon's Fall. The Hidden Dragon Pot could hold eight layers, his internal divine veins could hold up to nine layers, and the Roaring Serpent Chain Hammer could hold three more layers, meaning it could be stacked up to twenty layers.
However, he didn't need such a high level at all. The whirlpool on the river surface had already sucked Yu Yujun from the bottom of the water. The terrifying rotation and current speed were like a heavy burden, pinning him firmly to the silt.
"Rise!" Lin Zhu shouted angrily in a low voice, his arm muscles bulging and his body veins bulging. The Meteor Serpent Chain Hammer was as heavy as the chain that locked the Dragon Well, connected to the mountains and rivers and the earth's veins, and could only be pulled up inch by inch.
He pulled the surrounding vortex upwards, transforming it into a brilliant white water tornado that shot into the sky.
The thunderous crashing of the waves against the shore, the creaking of boats colliding, and the screams of the crowd—the cacophony on the Luoying River shook half of Anzhou City.
The waterspout rose several meters high, spewing out She Yujun's tiny figure from the top, before collapsing with a bang, turning into a torrential downpour that drenched the crowds on the riverbank and the flower boats.
Lin Zhuo stood on the turbulent river, his feet supported by his inner energy, making him as steady as a rock.
Looking up at Yu Yujun, who was suspended in mid-air with nothing to rely on, the demonic sect master was filled with terror and despair. He quickly used his lightness skill to glide away on the wind, trying to escape far away.
However, his descent speed was still too fast, and in the blink of an eye he entered Lin Zhuo's attack range.
Lin Zhuo spun the chain hammer twice before lashing it heavily onto She Yujun.
Boom!! — A deafening explosion rang out, and the world was no longer filled with the sixteenth-ranked "Green Snake in the Sleeve," nor with his unpredictable Azure Serpent Sword hidden in his long sleeves. All that remained was a cluster of crimson clouds, and a chaotic shower of scrap metal and rags.
The people of Anzhou on the shore were all so frightened that they held their breath and dared not utter a sound. Only the heavy sound of the pipa echoed in their ears and sent chills down their spines.
Lin Zhuo exhaled slightly and used his lightness skill to return to the painted boat.
There is only one demonic sect master left.
Han Miaohua knelt amidst the pile of corpses, confronting Jin Xiaohu while peering around. Upon seeing Lin Zhuo appear, she immediately stood up and greeted him sweetly, "Young Master—this humble concubine is willing to surrender! I will tell you everything I know, and I hope you will show mercy~"
Her beauty was unparalleled; even amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, her radiance could not be diminished. She was more like a delicate and captivating red spider lily, her eyes filled with tender affection.
Seeing this, Jin Xiaohu stuck out his tongue in disgust, jumped back onto Lin Zhuo's shoulder, and whispered a compliment: "You played really well."
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"Of course. You're handsome too, kitty." Lin Zhuo replied in a low voice with a slight smile, then turned cold and questioned Han Miaohua.
"When Mo Weiren last contacted you, was he in Pingchuan, Oushaping, or Yuzhou City?"
Han Miaohua was shocked, wondering where Lin Zhuo had obtained this information.
Mo Weiren's area of activity is quite wide, but during the "Searching for Home in the Mortal World" quest series, it can be roughly narrowed down to three towns.
Most players would wait for the Demonic Cult King to storm in, but Lin Zhuo was worried that his achievements might alert Mo Weiren and make him cower in fear, so he needed to prepare for a pursuit in advance.
While Han Miaohua was still hesitating, Lin Zhuo had already walked over. His dark face was even more terrifying up close, and the mark between his eyes and brows exuded a deep and imposing aura, making her legs weak and her heart tremble.
"Pingchuan! It's Pingchuan! My lord, I'm willing to say anything. Though I am but a plain willow, I hope you won't despise me. I offer myself as your bedmate—"
boom!
The beautiful woman was instantly smashed into red and white fragments by a single palm strike, turning into dust and bones.
"Don't try to get involved with anything like pigs or dogs, you're making me laugh."
Lin Zhuo dusted off the corner of his clothes, turned around and left, abandoning the exquisite decorations of the painted boat, and crossed the river to meet Hong Yingniang.
As the small boat drifted downstream amidst the farewells of thousands on the riverbank, the pipa melody returned to its gentle and melodious tune, its beautiful sound gradually fading into the distance until it could no longer be heard.
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