All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 373 - 23 Kill Them All (3/3)

Chapter 373: Chapter 23 Kill Them All (3/3)

"Not good, we’re under attack!"

In the Linlang Commerce Chamber, a Lookout Warrior monitoring the surroundings heard a huge roar echoing through the city center. His heart skipped a beat as he looked toward the rapidly approaching carriage, faintly transforming into the shape of an armored juggernaut. He lit a talisman without hesitation, notifying the important personnel, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"What?"

On the second floor, the young master and Uncle Wen were still discussing some trivial matters. Hearing the warning, they both were suddenly startled and, with a flash, appeared on the balcony.

They saw an armored carriage, shrouded in Fiendish Qi, hurtling toward them as if intent on crushing them to pieces.

The carriage sped like lightning, shattering the solid ice in its path, trembling the streets, and turning any obstruction into dust. Warriors from the Linlang Commerce Chamber tried to stop it, but those who barely touched it were sent flying with great force, vomiting blood and suffering broken bones and muscles.

Such momentum, it didn’t seem like a carriage but more like a huge rock, a meteorite that rolled down from the highest peak, gaining unstoppable force!

"Wait, the trajectory of this carriage..."

With just a glance, the young master’s face turned pale, "It’s coming straight for us!"

Before there was time to think any further, the Taibai Fiend-driven mud-head carriage was already upon them.

The entrance to the Linlang Commerce Chamber featured a twelve-step sloped surface elevating it half a street height above the surrounding area. Normally, this would lend a sense of superiority, but now, the slope served as a launch ramp for the massive vehicle’s charge.

In a thunderous roar, the carriage shot up the slope and, following a straight trajectory, hurtled towards the higher floors where the young master and the others stood!

Boom!

The terrifying roar that could be heard miles away reverberated through the district, the explosion lighting up the night sky briefly through the heavy snow, creating a bright white sphere, followed by an intense explosion and raging flames.

For a moment, even the warriors from the nearby Linlang Commerce Chamber were dumbfounded—how did a grain transport explode all of a sudden?

The answer was drones and dust explosion!

While racing, An Jing had already taken out a small part of the explosives from his Great Void Magical Instrument. The Linlang Commerce Chamber deserved this for being a bunch of greedy little men, and that spoiled young master deserved to eat this gunpowder.

As for the grain dust, although it was somewhat wasteful, considering An Jing would also be buying grain himself, it didn’t matter. Right now, it was time to explode!

Golden flames engulfed everything, and the entire city center was ablaze. The floating snowflakes too were melted by the intense heat, turning into a mist that spread throughout the sky. The heated vapor caught the golden glow, spreading it like a burning sunset.

Arcs of electricity flickered within the flames, and fleeting embers coursed through the air.

"Cough, cough, cough... Madman... Madman! How can you use Thunder Fire Beads so recklessly?!"

A figure tumbled out from the explosion wreckage in disarray. The young master’s Originally white robe was now charred with carbon ash and riddled with holes, but he was otherwise unharmed, as an Armor Talisman slowly burned in the sachet at his waist.

After all, as a scion of a noble family from Shenjing, he had more lifesaving items than most Martial Artists had weapons in their homes. This kind of explosion might cause him distress but couldn’t claim his life.

The young master’s face was pale as he shouted loudly, "Is the Array Plate safe? Protect the Array Plate!"

For the moment, no one answered his question. The entire Linlang Commerce Chamber headquarters was thrown into chaos and disarray, with shouting, crying, and the howling of the burning winds.

No one knew whether the Array Plate was safe, but he was in definite trouble.

The flames twisted violently and, following the momentum, rolled into a fist—a fast and heavy fist smashed toward his face.

The young master’s expression changed; he had thought that the prior incident was a self-detonation attack. Uncle Wen, a warrior of considerable Inner Strength, had died—could anyone really survive such an attack, besides himself?

He instinctively raised his hands, the Jade Pendant on his neck, the talisman at his waist, the silver bracelet on his wrists, and the close-fitting inner armor on his chest all emitted a glow. The power of the Fourfold Magical Instruments was as solid as a city wall; even a direct hit from a Fiendish Qi Cannon would not destroy them.

However, the strength of that fist was still unbelievably ferocious. In just an instant, the Jade Pendant on the young master’s neck shattered, the talisman at his waist burned through, and the silver bracelet on his wrists snapped. The threefold shields were like three layers of glass smashed by one punch.

But the inner armor he wore was indeed extraordinary. Semi-transparent white lines intertwined, forming a spider web-like shape and blocking that fist.

"You..."

The young master saw the owner of the fist, An Jing’s expressionless face, and his pupils constricted as if he wanted to say something, but it was too late.

Because An Jing moved his breath through his nose and mouth, let out a low shout, and exerted Inch Strength through his arm, unleashing another burst of ferocious power.

The young master felt a numbness course through his body as iron filings from the shattered inner armor mixed with the terrifying force hit him, sending his whole body flying like a cannonball into the upstairs building, kicking up clouds of dust.

And when the dust settled, the young master’s body was deeply embedded in the wall, hanging there like a broken doll.

"Monster, it’s a monster!"

"Young Master Mo is dead!"

Originally, the warriors from the Linlang Commerce Chamber were closing in, but when they saw An Jing pummel the young master into the wall with a single punch, they were utterly petrified. They turned and scattered in terror, wishing they had been born with more legs.

Indeed, Young Master Mo had treated them well, allowing them to collect wealth freely and backing them with considerable influence. If they sided with him, riches and honor were assured... but facing such a ruthless killer who didn’t even blink or utter a word before killing, how could they dare to confront him head-on?

Run! Running is the only possibility!

But there were still some elite warriors who clearly were not just ordinary guards from the commerce chambers. Four warriors with the bearing of a Martial Army remained where they were, and between them, they had subtly formed a battle formation, encircling An Jing at the center.

Without words or unnecessary confrontation, the next instant, they pounced as one, their weapons gleaming with cold light, transforming into silver-white storms that enveloped An Jing from every angle.

These military warriors were all of Inner Strength, mostly between the second and third level of Divine Abnormality. Each was an elite, their Cultivation Techniques, "Red Blade Spirit Method," resonating with each other. The sharpness of blade and Blood Fiend mixed with the murky Evil Qi of Earth Vein became a tornado vortex, pressing down on An Jing.

"Minor Killing Intimidation Evil Formation"

It was like a Battle Formation pushing forward, a surge of martial qi suffused with Blood Fiend pressing down, intent on suppressing An Jing.

But An Jing only felt weak, slow.

By now, his Divine Skill "Proving Staunch White" was complete, and he had the double Divine Abnormality of Grasping Heavenly Moment and Pupil Fire. His reserve of Evil Qi was tenfold what it had been, and none who lacked the Fundamental Formation Diagram, not even those of the fifth Divine Abnormality, could hope to fare well against him.

White Spiritual Patterns spread along his limbs, and with a flash of bloody light in his eyes, An Jing had already spotted the flaw in their formation—it was originally intended to be a Six Harmonies Formation composed of at least six people, but it was likely that his earlier mud truck explosion had killed two, thus the formation was incomplete, and their control of the Blood Fiend’s qi was flawed.

It would certainly be difficult for an ordinary person to grasp this, but everything around him appeared to be slowing down in An Jing’s eyes. His body moved, and he surged forward with astonishing speed.

Crack.

With just this one move, a warrior’s head was directly smacked down by An Jing. It looked as if he merely wanted to swing a palm, but the force of his hand, overflowing with the radiance of platinum, was so tremendous that the neck was twisted and torn open the moment it hit the face, as if An Jing had directly smacked the head off.

This head fell to the ground like a rotten apple, collapsing and shattering halfway, with only half left intact.

Seeing this scene, even the most stony-hearted warrior couldn’t help but tremble inside. The three ’Offering Warriors’ immediately knew An Jing was not an enemy they could handle, but they would neither retreat nor flee. Instead, they charged at An Jing with a tragic determination, roaring.

But were they even a match? An Jing drew his blade with a ferocity and savagery ten times greater than theirs.

If barehanded, An Jing might need three slaps to kill the three of them, but with a weapon, it would take only one strike.

The raging Taibai Fiend Qi poured into the Tyrant Sea Blade. Although the attribute was mismatched, metal generating water, the intrinsic water qi of the Tyrant Sea Blade also surged wildly. White and blue intertwined, the violent force drawing an arc, sweeping forward.

The immense impact struck the three warriors almost simultaneously. Qi like surging waves overflowed, directly bisecting two at the waist, while one managed to block, only to have his weapon shatter, his arm twist, and his chest cave in, as he was sent flying backwards.

It all happened in an instant, so fast that the flames from the exploding drones had barely fluttered a few times before An Jing had killed all those visibly affiliated with Linlang Commerce Chamber.

In the distance, the sound of battle arose; An Jing knew it was Xu Tai intercepting other warriors from Linlang Commerce Chamber.

With Xu Tai’s strength, subduing these minor warriors would be a piece of cake, no need for concern.

Sheathing his blade, An Jing turned his head to look at the small building where ’Mo’ had been.

"You’re not dead."

He declared firmly, "Although I don’t know why you haven’t died yet, you won’t escape by playing dead."

"Pain..."

A strange voice arose from the wall Mo was embedded in. With an extremely unnatural posture, Mo’s body, clearly broken and fractured, struggled slowly to stand up from the wall. His chest was caved in—An Jing’s potent punch had shattered his heart, but it seemed to have triggered some final mechanism, enabling Mo’s body and soul to retain a sliver of consciousness: "To have fallen to such a state, how disgraceful."

"Although it’s just the blood of a concubine, it shouldn’t be wasted like this."

His voice changed, as if an echo from far away.

An Jing furrowed his brows, suddenly feeling a sense of danger.

The Subdue Evil Sword Spirit also issued a warning: "Something’s off, An Jing. This person is indeed dead, but his bloodline is special. Just now, a distant and powerful will, through the bloodline’s power, descended in part upon this person’s body!"

"Oh?"

An Jing narrowed his eyes, his hand on the hilt of his blade: "Who is it that comes?"

’Mo’ didn’t respond. His eyes flared with faint blue flames, gazing intensely at An Jing: "Madman."

He raised his hand as if to draw an invisible great bow—and in that instant, An Jing swiftly dodged.

Whirr!

An invisible qi arrow pierced through the air, bursting rings of Thunder Sound as it flew, the shrill whistle echoing throughout the city, even igniting the falling snow and the atmosphere, turning into a crimson streak that shot straight into the distant clouds.

"Dragon-Slaying Arrow?!"

Not far away, Xu Tai, who was in the process of knocking out the Linlang Commerce Chamber warriors one by one, saw that arrow cutting through the snow and breaking the atmosphere. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilated: "Dragon Martial General Mo Que?!"

"That playboy, he’s actually the progeny of Great General Mo?!"