All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 118 - 117 Battle!

Chapter 118: Chapter 117 Battle!

The black humanoid shoulder armor shattered, revealing the inner flesh and blood, but this flesh and blood was not the bright red of ordinary people; instead, it was pitch black like ink, covered with twisted, wriggling roots, and tender buds.

These roots and spores grew rapidly, intertwining and knotting together, constantly regenerating.

It seemed eerie and horrifying, but a rich and unparalleled "Breath of Pure vitality" overflowed—Who could have imagined that the Fengdu Guards’ armor and spiritual artifacts were all from the Northern Yin Legal System, with the Imperial Dark/Yin Channeling Technique, yet the controller’s fundamental skill was actually the Green Wood Longevity Skills?

Clearly, it was some kind of secret technique, with life and death intertwined and great mysterious profundity, but now, this secret technique had transformed into pure violence, as a punch was thrown at An Jing!

Boom!

The Fengdu Guard had not yet completely eliminated the sequelae caused by the Ghost Cultivator’s invasion, so this punch was slightly stiff; however, it was so fast and fierce that it was like a bullet being fired, and the explosive force of the punch even cleared all the dust in the entire passage.

With a high-level Qi Refinement coupled with the power of the Spirit Armor, capturing An Jing, at most a beginner in Qi Refinement, was a cinch—the Fengdu Guard never considered the possibility of failure.

But in the next instant, An Jing kicked the Martial Cultivator away, and his own body suddenly burst forth with a speed far surpassing that of the initial stage of Qi Refinement, kicking off the ground and swiftly dodging.

A punch hitting nothing but the ground caused the earth to tremble violently and rock fragments to fly, the fissures spreading in all directions.

If that strike had landed, it would have pierced through even an armored vehicle.

[Hmm?]

The Fengdu Guard was somewhat surprised, while An Jing, who had taken a "Qi Boosting Pill" and used a "Swift Movement Talisman," had already activated the Taibai Fiend Qi and was speeding along the wall, leaping into the air!

Long before he rescued the Martial Cultivator, An Jing had foreseen everything that might happen and had made preparations.

The Qi Boosting Pill he had taken in advance was now fully dissolved in his stomach; the elixir that traded life for a short-term surge in Essence Qi was potent; the burning Essence Qi exploded within An Jing’s body, spreading, the boiling Essence Qi and Inner Breath tracing red lines across his face, making one want to roar out loud.

But An Jing bit his teeth shut, adjusting his Inner Breath, gathering even greater destructive force—if before he felt he could punch an ironwood puppet apart with one blow, now he felt he could explode it!

Plus, with the speed and reaction time enhanced by the Swift Movement Talisman, An Jing had done everything he could!

Leaping into the air, his arms and back muscles contracted violently, knotted, then burst forth; An Jing unleashed two Taibai Fiend Qi in one breath, mixing the sword of Pathogenic Qi with the boiling Blood Qi in his body, and his fists slammed into the most vulnerable part of the Fengdu Armor’s "knee armor."

The collision of his fists, turned to a bright white iron color, and the armor produced a loud noise that echoed in the passage.

Thump!

But in the next instant, the Fengdu Guard lifted his foot and kicked An Jing, sending him flying with a heavy kick!

How sturdy was the Fengdu Armor, that it could be easily damaged by mere Qi Refinement flesh and blood punches? Even if An Jing’s Spiritual Qi was extremely pure and sharp, and even with the enhanced power from the Qi Boosting Pill, it was still nearly impossible to destroy the armor’s structure.

If it were not for An Jing immediately utilizing a wave of Spiritual Qi to protect his body, coupled with the Bulletproof Poncho and the Protective Jade Pendant to guard himself, he might have had several ribs shattered by that kick in midair.

Although he was not seriously injured now, the Jade Pendant had also shattered and overloaded, unable to be used in the short term.

But from the beginning, An Jing had not planned to rely solely on that one hit to claim complete victory.

[You little pest! Urgh...]

Watching An Jing being flung away, tumbling and rolling to recover, the Fengdu Guard, who was a bit delayed due to the Ghost Cultivator’s erosion and had been hit, intended to pursue but suddenly felt two violent explosions beneath his feet, causing his body to sway slightly, and he found he was unable to lift his foot!

An Jing’s attack did have an effect after all. The Spirit Armor may not have been destroyed, but the operational parts were deformed and jammed the joints, and the Pathogenic Qi Sword had also entered the Fengdu Guard’s joints, causing his legs to become slightly numb and uncoordinated in movement.

Plus, the two ’Defensive Thunder Beads’ casually thrown by An Jing at his feet, with their rather exceptional power, had completely damaged the armor’s joints!

[Tricks!]

However, the Fengdu Guards were well-trained soldiers, unable to chase and capture a complete prisoner alive, they settled for the next best thing, capturing what they could.

The Fengdu Guard swiftly lifted a Spiritual Light spear from his waist. When his gaze locked onto An Jing, the spear was also aimed at his prey.

No matter how fast one moves, can they surpass the speed of a locked gaze? He squeezed the trigger with utmost speed, and the Spiritual Light burst forth, striking directly at An Jing’s right leg as he rolled to the side and was just getting up.

But An Jing wasn’t fighting alone; as soon as the Fengdu Guard locked on him, the Sword Spirit instantly instructed, "Jump left!"

At the same time, An Jing felt a cold chill rising from his spine. The Swift Movement Talisman made his mind clear and his thoughts extremely fast. Hearing the instruction, he immediately leapt to the left.

Whirr! As his body moved, a white-hot beam of Spiritual Light whizzed past his leg, burning a crimson wound through his Bulletproof Poncho.

If it were flesh and blood, it might have turned to ash in an instant... Just a bit closer, and his leg would have been shattered, leaving him disabled like that Martial Cultivator!

His gaze firmly fixed on the Fengdu Guard, all the fear and scare in his heart had no time to surface, as An Jing was wholly focused on the battle at hand.

In such a life and death situation, where the fight demanded his full attention, his thoughts were crystal clear and rapid.

—The aftereffects of the Ghost Cultivator’s corruption were severe, the Spirit Armor’s effectiveness was reduced, soul linkage was obstructed. The Fengdu Guard’s reaction speed and movements were much slower, and the injury on his shoulder affected his strength and skills, preventing him from reaching out with tendrils to capture me from mid-air like he did with the Ghost Cultivator.

—Close the distance! I can’t dodge every shot!

These thoughts flashed through his mind, An Jing landed, and then once more charged towards the Fengdu Guard with a lean.

He was well aware that dodging a single shot wouldn’t save his life, as the Spiritual Light spear could fire repeatedly.

But after all, the Fengdu Guard was human; he didn’t expect An Jing to be able to predict and dodge his fire, and he wasn’t ready to fire in rapid succession. By the time he reacted and channeled Spirit Qi to press the trigger again, a moment had passed.

That moment was the difference between life and death.

"Right!"

The Sword Spirit’s guidance echoed again; Its reaction speed and ability to observe the flow of Spirit Qi far surpassed anyone present, easily predicting where the shots would land. An Jing, once again, did not hesitate to burst forth with Spirit Qi, dodging to the right, evading six of the Fengdu Guard’s consecutive shots.

[?!]

Fire from the two-pronged patterns of six beams of Spiritual Light should have covered An Jing’s maximum evasion range in theory, but the Fengdu Guard couldn’t fathom how such a weakly attuned individual could evade his rapid fire.

But he also understood that the world was full of wonders, and regardless of how inconceivable, being able to dodge meant being able to dodge. What he needed to do wasn’t to be astonished, but to continue firing—

However, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head towards the left side he had been neglecting.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Thud!

Rapid and heavy footsteps sounded, then merged into a continuous rumbling, accompanied by the sudden scent of coal and rust that rushed into the nostrils. A figure suddenly burst from the dark shadows, pumping with surging Spiritual Power, and lunged at the Fengdu Guard who didn’t have time to dodge!

The Earthly Turbid Flame Ash Qi, spurred by Life-Burning, erupted fiercely. Under this extreme overwhelming force, even the air seemed to explode.

The reappearing Martial Cultivator had a flush complexion, his state inexplicably fully restored, and the Underworld Poison in his body was completely gone. With a single-armed punch, it was like bundles of dynamite detonating, creating waves of air.

The power of this punch was at least ten to a hundred times stronger than An Jing’s punch? The Fengdu Guard’s knee armor instantly shattered, and the Martial Cultivator, using the recoil of his punch, flipped into the air to avoid the Fengdu Guard’s frenzied counterattack of Spiritual Light.

"Go now!"

He screamed at An Jing, with his back to him, "The treasure has been handed to you, take it back to the Wilderness!"