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"Your head is oursaurus's."
The battle broke out again. Zhao Fangxu, with his extraordinary intellect and rich combat experience, barely managed to hold on against the three attackers, facing constant danger.
Just when he was about to exhaust himself and the Tianjin Gate Guard's defenses were on the verge of collapse, in a moment of despair.
A sudden change occurs!
"boom--!"
A dull, loud thud, like a high-speed train crashing head-on into a concrete wall.
The black market's gate, made of reinforced steel and half a foot thick, was blasted away from the outside in an extremely barbaric and unreasonable manner!
The twisted steel door spun in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, smashing two nearby Westerners into a bloody pulp.
Amidst the billowing dust, two figures slowly walked in.
One of them was Zhang Yunyuan, who was disguised as the old accountant. He still had that hunched back and frail appearance, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
The other person was Feng Baobao, who was disguised as a silly maid.
Her face remained expressionless and blank, but somehow a shovel had appeared in her hand.
It was a shovel that had been smuggled from some construction site, with fresh soil still clinging to its tip.
What are you doing?
Feng Baobao tilted her head, looking at the bloody battlefield before her. In her clear eyes, a wild, ferocious glint flashed, one that even she herself had not noticed.
The next moment, she moved.
There are no footwork techniques, no moves, just the simplest and most direct... charge.
Like a raging bull, she charged into the enemy ranks with an unruly yet unstoppable momentum.
A Westerner, grinning maliciously and preparing to finish off a member of the Tianjin Guard, didn't even see what was coming at him.
He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and then an irresistible force, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed into the back of his head.
A dull thud, so muffled it made your teeth ache, like a watermelon being smashed.
Before the strange man could even utter a sound, his head caved in at an eerie angle, and he slumped forward, dying instantly.
One shovelful at a time, clean and efficient.
Feng Baobao's intrusion was like a drop of boiling oil splashed into boiling water, instantly igniting the entire scene.
She wielded the shovel, which seemed to weigh a ton in her hands, and each swing carried the most primal and purest aesthetic of violence.
Swing, slap, smash, sweep.
There was no skill involved, but each strike contained terrifying power capable of splitting stone and shattering rocks.
Those bizarre Western techniques that had caused the Tianjin guards so much suffering seemed so laughable and powerless in the face of her unreasonable and absolute power.
Just as a superhuman whose body could turn into a shadow was about to disappear into the ground, Feng Baobao stomped down.
The ground within a radius of several meters suddenly cracked, and the shadow was violently shaken out from underground.
Before it could reform into human form, it was slammed into the ground with a solid shovel, and couldn't be pried out.
Just as a superhuman who was spitting venom opened his mouth, Feng Baobao had already struck first, shoveling the man and his chin away with a shovel, spraying teeth and venom all over the ground.
This is no battle, it's a one-sided massacre!
Everyone was stunned. Whether they were members of the Tianjin Guard or those ruthless Westerners, they all seemed to be frozen in place, staring blankly at the "silly maid" wielding a shovel and slaughtering everyone.
Zhao Fangxu's mouth dropped open, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"This...this is fucking..."
He muttered to himself, unable to find the right words to describe the unbelievable scene before him.
On the high platform of the black market, the elegant smile on the face of Claude, the blond middle-aged man who had been sitting calmly, finally disappeared.
He slowly stood up, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his icy blue eyes.
He no longer concealed his strength and took a completely black staff from the weapon rack beside him, with a huge black crystal embedded at the top.
"Resurrect the dead, in my name I answer your call!"
He chanted ancient and difficult incantations, and the staff in his hand emitted an ominous dark light.
In an instant, the entire underground space was filled with howling winds and thick black mist.
Countless pale, withered arms emerged from the hard ground.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, rotting corpses with ghostly blue flames burning in their eyes staggered out.
In just a few breaths, an army of the dead, composed of hundreds of vengeful spirits, was formed.
They roared silently, dragging their broken bodies, and surged towards the crowd like a tide.
Just as everyone was shaken by this hellish sight, a calm voice rang clearly in everyone's ears.
The one who spoke was the old accountant who had been standing behind Feng Baobao, seemingly stunned.
Zhang Yunyuan simply flicked the whisk in his hand and uttered a single word.
The primordial energy within his body surged and began to circulate.
An invisible and intangible chaotic power, yet seemingly containing the supreme majesty of the beginning of the universe, quietly spread out from his body like ripples on water.
All the vengeful spirits and ghosts within a ten-foot radius of his body were swept away by that force, not even having time to utter a scream.
The intense resentment and evil power emanating from them were instantly purified and melted away, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
Their decaying bodies, formed from evil magic, were decomposed and assimilated in a mere instant, turning into the most primitive energy particles and dissipating into the air.
The terrifying army of hundreds of undead was wiped out so easily, right before everyone's horrified eyes.
The color drained from Claude's blond face at a visible speed, turning it as pale as paper.
He looked at the old accountant who was still standing there, as if he hadn't done anything, and his eyes were filled with endless horror and deep-seated fear.
"You...who are you?!"
Zhang Yunyuan did not answer him.
He simply walked forward slowly, step by step, toward the platform.
His steps were slow, but each step felt like it was landing on Claude's heart, filling him with a suffocating fear.
Claude tried to escape, but found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move an inch no matter what he did.
An invisible aura had already locked him in place.
Zhang Yunyuan walked up to him, looking down at him with eyes as calm as an ancient well without ripples.
He slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at Claude's forehead from a distance.
There was no earth-shattering spectacle, nor any dazzling light and shadow.
Claude felt an indescribable force, filled with an aura of destruction and chaos, emerge from the other's fingertips and silently drill into his sea of consciousness.
That force was so domineering and so unreasonable.
It shattered all his mental defenses with overwhelming force, completely devouring, decomposing, and assimilating the very foundation upon which he had made his name, along with the evil Qi source he had cultivated throughout his life, from the most fundamental structure!
"what--!"
Claude let out a scream that was not human, his eyes rolled back, and he was struck as if by lightning. His whole body convulsed violently, and he spat out black blood. Then he collapsed to the ground, completely crippled.
The battle ends here.
Inside Zhao Fangxu's residence, the lights were on.
He sat down opposite Zhang Yunyuan again.
This time, Zhao Fangxu's eyes held not only awe, but also a deep, almost fanatical, admiration and conviction.
"Master Yun, I will never forget your great kindness!"
He stood up and solemnly and deeply bowed to the two of them.
Chapter 125 The Taoist Priest's Words, Thoughts on a Chaotic World
The aroma of tea wafted through the quiet study.
Zhang Yunyuan picked up the teacup, gently blew on the steam, but did not drink it.
He accepted Zhao Fangxu's bow and then slowly waved his hand.
"Mr. Zhao, there's no need for such formalities. I simply cannot bear to see evil spirits wreaking havoc on the world and polluting the land of my China."
He put down his teacup and turned his gaze to the window.
The night in Tianjin was still shrouded in a thin layer of sea fog. The distant lights were dazzling, reflecting a bizarre and extravagant scene, as if they were two different worlds from the bloody battle that had just taken place.
"Mr. Zhao, do you know why I am willing to stay and lend you a hand?"
Zhang Yunyuan suddenly spoke up and asked.
Zhao Fangxu was taken aback, then replied respectfully:
"This junior is foolish and thinks that the Taoist priest is traveling here and just happened to meet me."
"Just in time?"
Zhang Yunyuan shook his head, a meaningful smile curving his lips. "In this world, there aren't that many perfect coincidences."
He turned his head, and his seemingly murky eyes now appeared to hold the weight of a thousand years of history, distant and profound.
"I have been wandering around for decades. Since the great chaos of the year Jia Shen, the world has never truly been at peace."
Zhao Fangxu felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively straightened his back, ready to listen attentively.
He knew that what this unfathomable Taoist priest was about to say was probably the real deal.
"The Jia Shen Rebellion, on the surface, was a purge of sects and factions, but in reality, it was the release of a tiger named 'greed' from its cage."
Zhang Yunyuan's voice was soft, yet every word carried immense weight, striking Zhao Fangxu's heart.
"The massive manhunt that swept through the entire world of supernatural beings back then has gradually subsided on the surface, but the struggle behind the scenes has never stopped for a moment, and has instead intensified."
He paused, as if recalling the scenes he had witnessed over the years.