All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 356 - 6 Mysterious Martial Artist (3/3)

Chapter 356: Chapter 6 Mysterious Martial Artist (3/3)

"Since that’s the case... there really is no hurry."

An Jing frowned slightly, and he calmly said, "Linjiang City is sealed off by the Beast Tide, and in theory, it urgently needs righteous people like you to transport food and medicine."

"Yet you were attacked by demons. I believe that the appearance of these demons was no coincidence but a deliberate attack."

Tapping the table, An Jing asked in a deep voice, "Escort Head Xu, are you certain that the goods you were transporting contained only food and nothing else?"

"I..."

Xu Tai originally wanted to say ’certain,’ because he had personally checked every box of relief food, making sure none was short in weight and none mixed with sand and stones; they were all good rice and medicine.

But being questioned by An Jing like this, he started to doubt, "Could it be that I really transported some extraordinary item unknowingly?"

If not for that, there was no explaining why the demons would attack them!

"Finding out the answer to this question is quite simple."

After finishing his hot water, An Jing put down the teacup, stood up, and said, "You come with me to the place where you were attacked and let’s have a look at the situation—the demons have been slain by me, and since they chased you all the way, they certainly had no time to tamper with those goods."

"If someone is behind them, aiming to take away some curious items you were transporting unknowingly, then the goods you were escorting have definitely been inspected, and even taken away. In that case, we can confirm the presence of the other party."

"If there’s no one behind it and it was purely coincidental, then we’ll return, call up the people, and deliver these goods to Linjiang City, considering the mission complete, albeit with some minor setbacks."

"That won’t do."

Hearing this, Xu Tai shook his head vehemently. He spoke earnestly, "If there really are people driving the demons to attack us... then it could only be the True Demon Sect, or a madman secretly researching Demon Dao Cultivation Techniques!"

"Going back to investigate could very likely lead to an ambush!"

"I know."

Yet An Jing remained calm and composed, "I’m afraid they won’t ambush me."

"Besides... I am not one to act recklessly, would I go there so bluntly?"

Having said that, An Jing took out a drone from the Great Void Magical Instrument.

Since Subdue Evil had said it, that the demons’ existence was not normal, then An Jing believed there must be someone behind them.

It could be the True Demon Sect, or perhaps...

An Jing narrowed his eyes, recalling in Ming City the Mystery Armor Guard cooperating with the Heavenly Demon; also, the Taiming Sect that his master Mingguang Dust mentioned was likely to have a murky relationship with the Heavenly Demon.

—Embracing the Void, this damned world... the forces collaborating with the Heavenly Demon were indeed numerous.

"Suppression Puppetry Art, it appears that the young hero already had a plan in place, making me seem overly cautious."

Seeing An Jing effortlessly producing things out of thin air, Xu Tai was not surprised.

As a disciple of the Divine Repository and Divine Mandate, it was utterly natural for An Jing to have a Great Void Magical Instrument. What really piqued his interest was the curious Iron Kite in the other’s hand, "This Artifact looks really exquisite. Does the Bright Mirror Sect actually possess such skills?"

"Indeed."

With Mingguang Dust and the Bright Mirror Sect as his backing, An Jing no longer needed to tread cautiously, afraid to use his various methods. After adjusting the data and status of the drone, he released it into the sky.

Shimen Town wasn’t far from where Xu Tai and the others were attacked. An Jing had specifically purchased the drone from the ’Beixia Company’ in the Tianyuan Realm, a high-speed reconnaissance drone with infrared radiation scouting capabilities and basic optical camouflage.

The drone led the way, while An Jing and Xu Tai trailed far behind.

"Ha."

After a while, An Jing laughed, "Just as I thought."

Through the drone’s camera, the convoy Hanlang Escort Agency had to abandon due to the attack was in total disarray; all the food and medicine had been moved away, not a piece left.

And not far behind a snowdrift, from the direction of Shimen Town, a group of white-robed martial artists was hiding behind the snow.

They concealed their figures, hid their breath, and even their vital heat was reduced to resemble small animals; unless one was a Martial Meridian Grandmaster, ordinary Inner Strength martial artists couldn’t possibly detect them.

But who could outwit An Jing when he had high-tech at his disposal? Let alone their incomplete heat concealment, even if they reduced their body temperature colder than the snow, An Jing could still tell that someone was lying in ambush from the contours and curves in the thermal imagery.

"There are indeed people."

An Jing put down the glasses, and under Xu Tai’s astonished gaze, he stood up, holding the Tyrant Sea Blade, and walked out openly.

"Boss, someone really did come back to check the scene!"

Behind the snowdrift, a white-robed martial artist quietly said, "But it doesn’t seem like someone from the Hanlang Escort Agency, it’s a young man, boldly walking over here!"

"Alone?" The leading gaunt martial artist raised an eyebrow, "And a young man?"

"Yes,"

"’A Promise Worth Thousand Gold’ isn’t any decent person either, actually deceiving a kid to come and scout the situation."

"Kill him?"

"Kill him," the gaunt martial artist said fiercely. "We originally wanted to see if there were other Dark Hands behind these people. Now it seems there aren’t."

"After we kill this kid, we’ll exterminate the Hanlang Escort Agency as well. We can’t let these people..."

"Boss!"

The scouting martial artist suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, startling the gaunt martial artist, who showed an angry face, but then, the words of the scouting martial artist made him freeze: "That young kid started running!"

"So fast! Too fast!"

"What?"

No longer caring about hiding, the gaunt martial artist immediately stood up and looked ahead.

Then, he saw a figure dragging a long saber, rushing through the snowfield at high speed, his pace getting faster and faster until even the gaunt martial artist found it somewhat difficult to catch—

"Fire arrows!"

At this moment, how could the gaunt martial artist not realize that the strength of the young kid in front of him was far beyond what he had imagined? Moreover, a certain inexplicable aura locked on to him, causing a chilling revelation—the kid’s path was dead straight, aimed right at him!

But he had no sense of fear, just coldly commanded, "Kill him!"

After speaking, the gaunt martial artist also drew his saber and charged towards An Jing!

Such an exceptionally strong young man was mostly some Inner Sect Disciple out for experience from a Great Sect, whose skills were indeed formidable, boasting that they could take on many—But when really facing life-and-death fights, how could they be stronger than them, these ruthless people who licked blood off their knife’s edge?

It was then that a grey-clothed grand man like a gust of wind leapt into action, closely following the young shadow, just like a tiger descending the mountain or a fervent steed galloping, splitting through the hail of arrows—it was Xu Tai.

Seeing An Jing suddenly charging into the battle formation, Xu Tai, no matter how absurd he felt, could only charge along, guarding An Jing’s flank. Seeing this, the gaunt martial artist was even more reassured: "So they’re relying on ’A Promise Worth Thousand Gold’. Ridiculous!"

While running, his long saber began to emanate a sinister dark blue light at its edge, and a near-minty pungent scent spread through the air.

Xu Tai, with his Fire Wood Power, was particularly susceptible to the gaunt martial artist’s Cold Yin Poisonous Fiend; especially since his saber techniques came from the Supreme True One of the sect, a single saber strike could split even a man-high boulder in half, and the accompanying Cold Poison could freeze and shatter the cleaved rock again!

"Indeed a valiant warrior."

At this moment, An Jing also noticed Xu Tai’s intervention. He didn’t need the other’s help, but on closer thought, an overly gentle or harsh blow from him might leave no survivors, and deliberately holding back would prevent him from making unrestrained moves, failing to test his current level.

But now, since Xu Tai was handling a few mysterious martial artists, he could also let go and try his full strength.

"Dual Divine Abnormalities, Taibai Luminous Godly Ban, with acceleration from Grasping Heavenly Moment... Ha."

At this moment, just as the distance between An Jing and the gaunt martial artist shortened to less than a hundred feet, An Jing raised his saber, positioned the blade horizontally in front of him, and suddenly vanished from sight.

Boom!

The gaunt martial artist only heard a thunderous explosion, a flash of silver light before his eyes, and then the Magic Artifact long saber in his hand, filled with deadly Cold Poison, had already shattered, its blade fragments flying backwards, even embedding into his own body.

Behind them, An Jing, with white vapor rising off his body, had already sheathed his saber.

"You?!"

Completely unaware of what had just happened, the gaunt martial artist was a mixture of shock and anger. He was about to turn around and fight again, but at that instant, he suddenly felt his body tilting, the world spinning, the ground approaching.

And then he fell.

A blood seam opened up across his chest; the martial artist’s thick blood gushed out, pushing apart the upper half of the gaunt martial artist’s body, making him fall to the ground—he intended to say something, but with his lungs completely sliced across, he could no longer speak.

Beside the gaunt martial artist, the other warriors who had charged with him didn’t have the time to let out a shrill scream; their chests, waists, and necks successively sprouted bloodmarks, followed shortly by a gushing of blood.

A few who had not realized what had happened were still charging at Xu Tai—by the time their upper bodies and heads hit the ground, their bodies were still distortedly running forward, collapsing only after dozen steps.

At this instant, just as Xu Tai had struck down a white-robed martial artist with his saber, his motion stalled, and the five white-robed martial artists fighting him also froze, staring dumbfounded at the scene beyond their imagination, then let out terrified, piercing screams.

"Ah!!!"

In that instant, all the surviving white-robed martial artists decisively dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

"Bring them all back,"

An Jing turned around and calmly instructed Xu Tai, who was either horrified or shocked: "I’m not quite adept at taking prisoners."

"You catch a few of them with just a breath left in them. I have questions to ask."