All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 119 - 118 Kill! (Thanks to the Alliance Master, Hands White Face Not Black!)

Chapter 119: Chapter 118 Kill! (Thanks to the Alliance Master, Hands White Face Not Black!)

[Forget it!]

The Fengdu Guard had only heard the earlier part of the conversation, in which the Martial Cultivator was trying to buy time for An Jing’s escape, and had no idea whether the valuable item had been handed over to him. In a panic, he lifted the Spiritual Light Gun in his hand, aiming to shoot at An Jing, who had already turned and was rapidly running away.

But as he pressed the trigger, not only did the Spiritual Light Gun fail to fire, it even released a cloud of white smoke.

—Broken?! Damn it, why now of all times!

But this was no coincidence—at this very moment, all around the Black Market, every Magic Artifact regulated by the Luofu Army’s Military Core controlled by the Fengdu Guards had malfunctioned temporarily!

Realizing this fact, An Jing ran even faster.

[Think you can run?]

The Fengdu Guard tried to chase after him, but found that his right leg, covered in Spirit Armor and repeatedly struck, was now completely immobile. The Martial Cultivator, with a roar of rage, launched a powerful punch targeting his back, forcing him to turn and defend.

When they exchanged punches head-on, it was the Martial Cultivator who was forced to retreat this time.

In terms of innate strength, he and the Fengdu Guard were closely matched, but the opponent practiced the Immortality Withering-Prospering Fundamental Technique from the Green Wood Immortality Scripture, whereas he merely practiced the Scorching Rock Earth Law derived from the Nine Lands’ Tome, which was less pure in Spirit Qi by more than a little.

Moreover, the opponent was protected by their Spirit Armor, and if it had not been for the interference and erosion of the Ghost Cultivator’s trump card, he would have been able to unleash his full power against a Cultivator who had forged their Daoist Foundation.

Even if it were just one on one, with the reduced might of the Spirit Armor, if the Fengdu Guard formed a Formation and linked the Spirit Qi, he would not be able to break through the opponent’s Protective Spiritual Light!

After his fist was countered, the second punch hit his shoulder blade, the third completely blasted open his defense, and the fourth directly struck his head, sending the Martial Cultivator’s soul flying and his entire stance weakened, allowing the Fengdu Guard to grab his neck and slam him heavily onto the ground.

The ground cracked with a snap, and the rock and soil layers rolled like waves, turning up large chunks of earth, while half of the Martial Cultivator was smashed into a pit, with even his shoes flying off.

[Heaving...] Standing up, the Fengdu Guard took a deep breath, feeling somewhat dizzy in the head.

He had internal injuries, the Ghost Cultivator’s Abyssal Bone Ghost Qi still lingering in his meridians. This cold, ghostly Qi blocked the circulation of his Spirit Qi, preventing him from quickly using his own Immortality Withering-Prospering Qi to heal his injuries and restore his strength.

And although the Martial Cultivator’s Rock Flame Scorching Qi was not of high quality, it clashed with the Abyssal Bone Ghost Qi, each punch triggering a mix of ice and fire in his meridians, the pain unbearable.

But it was not yet time to rest, for the True Talisman was still with that little wilderness brat... If he could recover the True Talisman and gain favor from those above, he would definitely rise in one step, even be able to escape the damn quagmire of the Sky Surveillance Bureau in Xuanye City, get rid of this soul-eating nether armor, and return directly to the group headquarters!

Come to think of it, that wilderness kid seemed to be just over ten years old? Damn it, how did a mere ten-year-old cultivate such pure Geng Metal Evil Qi? The Four Great Daoist Academies were only at this level, right? There was no way they could allow such a genius to emerge from the wilderness!

Buzzing...

Did he just hear the sound of strange insects?

The Fengdu Guard, focusing on regaining his energy, looked up in confusion towards the origin of the sound.

He did not see any mosquitoes or flies.

What he saw was a drone.

A self-destructing drone!

Not far away, An Jing, wearing drone goggles, smirked as he controlled the suicide drone to crash at the highest speed towards the wound on the Fengdu Guard’s shoulder!

Escape? What a joke, wouldn’t running away just mean admitting defeat? The best chance to kill the Fengdu Guard was right here, and he was definitely going all in! This was the perfect opportunity to test the effect of suicide drones on large targets!

"It’s over for you!" he pressed the button.

Then, there was a pause... followed by a rapid expansion of flames and light!

————Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!!!!

A terrifying explosion occurred in the narrow corridor.

The Red Flame Ground’s self-destruct drone, designed to target ferocious beasts and barbaric monstrous evils of the Wilderness, was astonishingly loaded, and originally could not be used in urban areas with suppressing signals. But the Black Market was already isolated from signals, and the suppressing Great Formation within had been damaged by the earlier battle between the Black Market and the Fengdu Guards, turning this place into a ’wilderness inside the city.’

In the sudden blaze of scarlet-red light at the heart of the golden arcs, the magnificent golden electric red flames ingested and contracted. The Scarlet Flame Sun Thunder burned everything, and amidst the wails and roars, the smell of burning flesh and metal joined the large puffs of black smoke billowing out.

The crazy expanding hot wind almost blew An Jing away at the corner, but he forcefully gathered another wave of Taibai Fiend Qi to protect his body, enduring the terrifying scorched wind, and peered toward the location of the Fengdu Guard.

Then, he saw a steel figure standing firm in the scorched flames!

The Fengdu Guard’s innate Northern Nether Qi expanded, gathering at the gap in the shoulder armor, forcibly creating a shield between the Scarlet Flame Sun Thunder and his flesh and blood, while the Immortality Withering-Prospering Qi caused the black spores to continuously expand and crust over, resisting the intense heat that would otherwise cook him alive.

"You villain—"

Raising his head, since all his power was diverted to guarding his wounds, and the outer layer of his ghost face helmet already melting, the Fengdu Guard saw An Jing and let out a piercing roar, as he lunged toward him: "Die!"

The intense heat had melted the joint stuck at his right knee, which paradoxically allowed the Fengdu Guard to move forward. Although he was severely injured, his aura was still far more ferocious and grim than any ghost or ferocious beast!

"You beast—"

Yet An Jing also showed a crazed expression. He gathered the little remaining Taibai Fiend Qi and landed a heavy punch on the wall: "Die!"

With a crack, the pillar inside the wall—already damaged from the battle between the black market and the Fengdu Guard, and on the verge of collapse due to the battle between Martial Cultivator An Jing and the Fengdu Guard—was destroyed, causing the ceiling to collapse and tilt, and massive rocks suddenly fell onto the Fengdu Guard!

—He didn’t randomly choose a location to deal with a Martial Cultivator! This was the ’battle spot’ An Jing had carefully selected in advance!

Caught off guard, the Fengdu Guard bellowed in rage, summoning his last bit of strength in an attempt to lunge forward—but this was his undoing. As he lunged, the falling rocks and a great deal of rubble precisely pinned down his lower half, rendering him unable to move.

If it were only the falling rocks pinning him, the Fengdu Armor, no matter how damaged, could have kept him alive, but because the Fengdu Guard instinctively struggled for life, he left his upper body exposed outside.

This was the cause of his death.

Because the wound on his shoulder was exposed.

An Jing picked up his Sword Box and Icefall Rifle, one Magic Artifact in each hand.

Using ordinary gunpowder weapons against Cultivators would be a joke. Even An Jing, with his hastily acquired Spirit Qi, fundamentally still just a Spirit Awakening apprentice cultivating Spirit Qi, could transform flesh and blood into iron for a short period, resisting bullets, let alone higher levels of Qi Refinement?

Only Magic Artifacts, only Magic Artifacts!

Boom! Boom!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aiming at the Fengdu Guard’s shoulder, where flesh was indistinct and spores still writhing and regenerating, An Jing found the right angle and emptied the magazine in the direction of his enemy’s heart and lungs.

The Spirit Qi Furnace, already fully charged during An Jing’s cultivation, was outputting at maximum power, and the Icefall Rifle, which relied on special bullets rather than a Spirit Qi Furnace, allowed the two completely different Magic Artifacts to unleash all their firepower in a frenzied attack.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

An Jing’s hands were steady, his shooting accurate, the actions as instinctive as flesh and blood.

After all, what exactly did he do in his past life? How was he skilled in both Martial Skills and shooting? What kind of training did his martial arts school offer? Unrestricted fighting? Could he also drive a big truck?

All doubts rose and fell like the tide, leaving behind only tranquility. An Jing’s merciless shooting was like a machine in operation, his eyes seemingly ablaze with fire.

Reloading, firing, killing the enemy before him—this pleasure and determination were his tranquility.

Spores were shattered, flesh and blood splattered, and the foul smell mixed with the fragrance of plants and grass spread out. More black tendrils surged out from the Fengdu Guard’s body, only to be torn apart by bullets.

The Fengdu Guard’s body definitely had anomalies, and using such techniques to draw on life force to control ghost Qi must come with a price, but these aren’t concerns for An Jing anymore.

He only needed to shoot.

Until the spores no longer wriggled, until the black tendrils fell shaking, until the regenerating flesh and blood dried up...

Until the Sword Spirit spoke up.

"He’s dead."

With an encouraging tone, the Sword Spirit praised, "You’ve won, An Jing. He’s dead."