Holy Fist
Chapter 571 - 286 Delivery to Your Doorstep

Chapter 571: 286 Delivery to Your Doorstep

On the west side of the seaside town.

A winding cement road stretches into the distance, resembling a grey python.

"Tat Tat Tat..."

On one side of the road, a team is running at high speed toward the front.

There are five people in total, all draped in black capes, emanating a mysterious and sinister aura. Their gliding speed is very fast, the irregular ripples of the capes fluttering up and down in the wind, like sands dancing in the dark night. With a light tip of the toe, a person could dash out over ten meters with great speed.

Their speed is not much slower than that of a car.

The leader of the squad, a tall and thin man, has pitch-black eyes seemingly devoid of any excess emotion, only the excitement of an imminent hunt.

The capes, like swells of black mist, flap with a whooshing sound.

The four subordinates behind the man are equally breathing heavily, the barely concealed bloodthirsty desire overtaking their human scent. Their sprinting begins to distort, gradually taking on non-human postures, imbuing them with a primitive and wild feeling. Under the capes, their eyes have turned to a blood red, replacing the black and white.

The frantic run did not last long.

About half a minute later.

The Demon Squad suddenly stopped, five inflated black figures blocking the way forward. The oncoming sedan gradually slowed down.

Called the "Ghostly Skeletal," the tall, thin man took a step forward, detaching from the squad. Under the setting sun, his shadow gradually bulged and squirmed, like a shadow monster, with gnashing teeth and clashing claws. Its massive silhouette nearly touched the car’s front hood.

"Yao Qing, Bai Xiao..."

The Ghostly Skeletal suddenly spoke up. His voice, as if squeezed from a dry throat, was hoarse and rough, each word carrying a sharp sting. The murderous intent within it seemed to freeze the surrounding air, bone-chillingly cold.

"Once a person makes a choice and takes action, they must pay the corresponding price for everything. The night before last, you chose to kill off the vanguard forces from the Land of Evolution. Now, it’s your turn to pay with your lives..."

No sooner had he finished speaking.

A member of the Demon Squad stepped forward.

With a shout towards the silver-gray sedan.

"Get out!"

"Whoosh!"

A rocket shot out, dragging along a long, scorching tail flame. The oval projectile accelerated forward, hurtling toward the car’s location.

"Ding!"

Just as the shell was about to smash into it with lightning speed.

The window on the right side of the vehicle suddenly shattered, and the bright fragments of glass scattered like blossoms from celestial maidens. A huge hand, bulging with veins and dark as ink, violently thrust out like a frenzied python, and incredibly grabbed the rocket!

"Szzt!"

"BOOM!!!"

The shell exploded right in the palm of the hand, blazing flames bursting forth, roaring through the gaps between fingers. Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the rocket blasted apart completely, the intense shockwave spreading wildly in all directions, kicking up dust and glass shards. The passenger-side door was perforated in an instant.

However, the seat, and the tall man wearing a black T-shirt sitting in it, stood firm and unwavering like a towering mountain. The hand that crushed the bomb, though briefly engulfed in the astonishing brightness of the explosion, remained intact as the light faded, unscathed. As if the explosion to him was merely an inconsequential interlude, unable to inflict any real harm.

"Crack!"

The entire car door was abruptly torn off.

A towering and imposing man stood on the flat road. He was extremely tall, at least one meter ninety, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a physique so well-proportioned it could be called perfect. His bulging muscular chest was as thick as a plank, slightly undulating with his breathing, as if harboring endless strength, ready to burst forth brutally at any moment.

His arms were strong and muscular, each strand of muscle shimmering like a meticulously crafted work of art in the sunlight, glowing bronze. Veins were subtly visible, with hot blood surging within. The tall man slowly lowered his head, calmly overlooking what lay before him.

Everyone present could feel his imposing aura and intimidating presence.

"Did you fire the rocket?"

Bai Xiao slightly turned his head, looking towards the far right, at the figure in black with a smoking rocket launcher on his shoulder. A hint of a smile emerged on his expressionless face.

The next second.

"Swoosh!"

The broad metal door spun out at high speed, tearing through the air. Instantly transformed into a silvery comet under the sunlight.

Dozens of meters away, it arrived in the blink of an eye!

"Clang!!!"

The figure in the cloak stood rooted on the spot, motionless. It seemed as if a streak of light had whisked past him, speeding towards the distance. The black cloak fluttered up with a whoosh, drifting skyward. With a soft thud, a bloodline suddenly burst at the right shoulder of the cloaked figure, a spray of blood fog erupting. The rocket launcher exploded into a shower of parts, as an entire arm was flung into the air.

"Aaaah!"

The figure in the cloak issued a cry like that of a wild beast in agony.

His left hand then finally reacted, grasping his right shoulder, but his palm could not stem the flow from the shoulder wound, which was a completely mangled cross-section.

Blood burst forth like a fountain, staining the ground red.

Meanwhile, the remaining four members of the Demon Squad twitched in their eyelids, frowning deeply. Their gazes, which initially saw prey, became considerably more restrained.

However.

Next to the silver car, now missing one door.

Bai Xiao’s gaze towards them, however, mirrored their initial look, yet even more intense! Bai Xiao no longer viewed the Demon Squad as prey, but rather took it a step further, treating them as food delivered to his doorstep.