All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 183 - 43 Punishing Evil and Promoting Good (5/3, Thanks to League Leader Nanyue Manlong!)

Chapter 183: Chapter 43 Punishing Evil and Promoting Good (5/3, Thanks to League Leader Nanyue Manlong!)

Having slain three men, An Jing’s white robe with golden trim wasn’t even stained with blood, not even the blade of the Mysterious Iron longsword had a smudge on it.

Had he used a weapon, he certainly would have killed all the coming enemies without any mishaps. No one, not even the Gray Cloak Warriors, had any doubts about that.

But what about barehanded?

Understanding An Jing wanted to capture someone alive, the Gray Cloak Warriors still felt an intense shame. They roared and brandished their swords, determined to leave a mark on An Jing even if it meant death!

But the answer was clear.

Even in death, it was impossible.

Whoosh!

As enemies from all sides simultaneously swung their blades, An Jing suddenly bent low. This bending was not a bow nor a prostration, but his entire body falling freely as if slackened, completely relaxing his body.

In everyone’s eyes, An Jing’s upper body vanished in an instant; all swords missed their target.

Then, in the next instant, he rose!

His once relaxed muscles and flesh tensed again, and the bodily structure provided by the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban was so powerful that it made An Jing’s body resemble a massive spring, a fully drawn bow.

From low to high, he soared like a dragon ascending!

Bang!

The immensely heavy Ascending Dragon Fist heavily collided with the jaw of a Gray Cloak Warrior on his left, the immense force shattering the mandible and caving it in. The tongue was instantly reduced to mush, and teeth were ejected like heated popcorn kernels. The man was beyond dead.

However, at that moment, the swords of the other three True Demon Sect warriors followed swiftly. They did not care that their fellow sect member was beside An Jing and swung with all their might, covering high, mid, and low areas, determined not to let An Jing dodge again.

Yet An Jing was unfazed.

With his arms outstretched, he held the still-standing corpse of the Gray Cloak Warrior in front of him, then swiftly turned his body. Using the corpse as a shield, he blocked the combined attacks from the three warriors.

Immediately after, the remaining three felt their shins go empty.

Bowing again without notice, An Jing had picked up the longsword he had dropped on the ground earlier. With a Ground Rolling Fist, he swept off the legs of the three warriors at the level of a horse’s hoof.

As An Jing slowly stood up, the agonized cries and screams of the Gray Cloak Warriors could not be suppressed. The young man, clothed in white, was now smeared with crimson, yet it only made his skin appear as white as jade, and his hair as black as raven feathers.

"Let’s go, Manager Zhang, take these bandits with us."

Having resolved all his enemies in ten breaths, An Jing motioned to the still dazed, trembling crowd from the Li Zhen Pawnshop to take everyone with them: "We need to report to the officials quickly, otherwise..."

He turned his head, looking indifferently at the moaning demon sect warriors, the dark pupils of his eyes reflecting a red glow: "I’m afraid these bandits won’t survive."

"Yes, yes, yes... Lord Jing..."

Shivering, Manager Zhang did not waste any words. Completely disregarding the blood and the foul stench of the warriors’ incontinence, he knocked one of the still-screaming warriors unconscious and hoisted him onto his back.

The two assistants hurriedly set down their carrying poles—but being ordinary men, they found they could not lift the heavy, armored bodies of the Gray Cloak Warriors.

"I’m not with them, I’m not with them! I was only hired to pass messages!"

Tied to the carrying pole, Scout Liu also screamed hoarsely, "Please, let me down, grandpa, spare your good grandson’s life. I’ll help you deliver these bandits to the officials! I won’t run! I definitely won’t run away! I’ll work for you!"

An Jing glanced at him and, after silencing the terrified and babbling Liu, made two feint cuts.

A trickle of blood appeared on his wrist and calf, but the rope binding him broke, and the first thing the scout did after gaining his freedom was to vigorously kowtow three times to An Jing, then he swiftly knocked out the remaining two martial artists, hoisting one onto his back.

Two of the shop assistants carried one with a pole between them, the shopkeeper and the scout took one each, and together with An Jing, the eight of them proceeded quietly and smoothly towards the Ming City government office.

"What? The True Demon Sect?!"

When Magistrate Zheng Mo learned that someone had delivered a group of severely injured True Demon Sect warriors, there was not the slightest surprise in his heart, only an expected realization, accompanied by a deeply buried fear.

Although at first he suspected the Heaven’s Will Cult, they quickly shed any suspicion—because he had used his private connections to inquire with the nearby Heaven’s Will Cult’s Law Altars, and the answer he received was, "It wasn’t us."

It may sound somewhat disloyal, but how could one govern in the northwestern border regions without dealing with the Heaven’s Will Cult? Even if they were sworn enemies on the surface, the Heaven’s Will Cult was still a party one could communicate with, even if the communication involved mutual insults and denigrations, especially during critical times.

The simplest reason: the Heaven’s Will Cult aims to rebel, and their collection of ’blood tax’ is meant to be sustainable exploitation, not a wholesale slaughter of everyone for sacrifice.

If they fought with Da Chen, they would surely show more gentle methods within a territory he could vie for.

If it had been the Heaven’s Will Cult’s doing, Zheng Mo felt that at most, a round of officials in the government office would die, perhaps even sparing some junior officials, or possibly only he himself would perish.

But the True Demon Sect was different.

The Heaven’s Will Cult always proclaimed themselves as the Divine Sect, whereas the True Demon Sect took pride in serving as dogs to the Heavenly Demon, a group utterly impossible to communicate with or reach any consensus.

If they were to capture a village or a city, there was only one thing they would do.

And that was to perform a blood sacrifice of everyone, offering it to the Heavenly Demon, in exchange for its rewards and divine skills.

Without wasting any time, Zheng Mo immediately rushed to the government office.

"Hmm, Manager Zhang? This..."

He saw the extremely nervous staff from Li Zhen Pawnshop, saw the scout Liu, who lay on the ground motionless, and the three demon sect warriors receiving emergency medical treatment to stop the bleeding and save their lives, still unconscious.

The reason he could tell they were demon sect warriors at a glance was due to their gray cloaks. They weren’t made from ordinary beast skins, but from ’monster beast skins’ capable of concealing one’s presence from the Earth Pulse’s detection—although the Heaven’s Will Cult also made similar items, their styles were completely different.

Turning his head, Zheng Mo looked at Manager Zhang with some bewilderment, "Why is it you?"

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Manager Zhang, who was definitely a law-abiding citizen; Zheng Mo simply looked down on their martial force—combined, the entourage from Li Zhen Pawnshop could hardly take down an Escort Master with Inner Breath as Vast as River, so they wouldn’t have been able to defeat these True Demon Sect warriors.

"Where did the master go?"

He was no fool and understood that the master who defeated the warriors didn’t wish to see him, "Did the master leave any message for me?"

"My lord..."

Though still somewhat shaken, Manager Zhang paid his respects to Zheng Mo, and with a wry smile said, "The one who apprehended these True Demon Sect members was indeed not us, but a young and extraordinary member of the prominent Dust Li clan."

"And he did indeed leave a message for you. He said, ’Be wary of the Earth Pulse Nodes, the True Demon Sect has already taken over three Earth Pulse Nodes, and they might soon seek to capture the fourth and fifth ones."

"As for his absence, it is not due to an unwillingness to meet with you, my lord. It’s because on his way here he extracted extremely important intelligence from these demon disciples’ mouths."

At this point, despite still harboring some fear, Manager Zhang looked toward the end of the street with admiration and respect, "Lord Jing has learned of the warehouse that these demon disciples have been using recently for transiting the people they have kidnapped and trafficked. He is now hastening there, ready to continue punishing evil and promoting