Chapter 186: Xue Jing vs. the Heirs of the Golden Wind Dojo, Instantly Crushing Them! Yan Lian Cai,

Chapter 186: Xue Jing vs. the Heirs of the Golden Wind Dojo, Instantly Crushing Them! Yan Lian Cai, the Wheel of Fire! (4K)



On the rooftop of a twenty-story building, Xue Jing held Zong Shi Chan in his arms and placed her vertically on the ground, her feet touching the floor. He then glanced at the steel cables binding her hands and feet.

With his right hand, he formed a palm blade, channeling his power as a dragon's roar echoed. Pale golden dragon energy, tough as steel, coiled around his palm as he slashed at the little girl's restraints.

Clang!

The steel cables binding her instantly snapped.

"Are you okay?" Xue Jing asked with concern, noticing the dazed look on the little girl's face as if her soul had left her body.

He reached out and gently touched her head.

This child had been staring at him with eyes glued to him since earlier, as if she were mesmerized.

She seemed to be scared witless.

Xue Jing pondered for a moment before using his spiritual power, lightly tapping her forehead with his finger.

This was similar to the application of spiritual power in the Tsuki Yomi Cut, where his finger movement served as a medium to stimulate and awe another person's consciousness, much like a cardiac pacemaker.

With this stimulation, Zong Shi Chan trembled and immediately snapped back to her senses. Her youthful and delicate face lit up, and her eyes sparkled as if they were about to shoot out stars.

"Master!!"

She immediately threw her arms around Xue Jing and cried adorably.

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow and pushed her away, pressing her head down. "Things aren't settled yet. Who's your master?"

Zong Shi Chan blinked.

Then, as if she hadn't heard a word, she hugged Xue Jing once more.

"Master!!"

Xue Jing couldn't help but laugh.

"...You're smaller than a radish, but you've got quite the cunning mind. Trying to force a deal, huh?"

"Hehe," Zong Shi Chan giggled, lifting her head to reveal a bright and charming smile.

Xue Jing reached out, grabbed her collar like one would a puppy, and pulled her to the side. "Alright, go play over there. I still have some unfinished business."

He turned his attention to the rooftop of the building across from them.

A youth with prominent dark circles under his eyes stood at the edge of the rooftop, his gaze dark and menacing as he watched the interaction between Xue Jing and Zong Shi Chan.

"Who is that?" Xue Jing asked.

The youth, Zhang Renxu, narrowed his eyes, struggling to rein in the murderous rage that was boiling within him as he observed Xue Jing's appearance.

He did not recognize Xue Jing.

Ever since he had met 'Yu Yan', he had hardly paid attention to anyone or anything else.

"Never seen such martial arts before... Damn, where did this guy come from, and how did he find us?" Zhang Renxu clenched his teeth and touched the sword wound on his right shoulder.

Just now, it had all happened in an instant.

Colorful fireworks streaked across the sky like meteorites, their speed absurdly fast.

By the time he reacted, it was too late to dodge, and he could only twist his body instinctively to avoid the strike aimed at his neck. However, he failed to protect 'Yu Yan', and she was taken from him.

Although it was just a brief encounter, Zhang Renxu understood that this was a formidable opponent he must be fully prepared for.

Usually, he would never fight a battle he had no confidence in winning and would choose to retreat temporarily.

But now, with 'Yu Yan' still in the opponent's hands, he had only one option left.

Rather than a deadly duel, he would kill this young man, flay his skin, and take 'Yu Yan' back.

He glanced at the little girl standing obediently at a distance on the opposite rooftop, gazing at the young man.

Zhang Renxu's heart twinged with pain.

The little girl's gaze had not lingered on him for even a moment...

"Yu Yan must have been bewitched... Damn it!"

The jealousy in his heart fueled the flames of his murderous intent.

Xue Jing took a step forward and approached the edge of the rooftop.

Below, the neon-lit street was bustling with vehicles and pedestrians, many of whom were taking out their phones to capture the beautiful, colorful fireworks display.

However, when they tried to film it, their camera lenses failed to capture any trace of the colorful fireworks, leaving them puzzled and forcing them to give up.

Xue Jing looked at the youth with dark circles across the rooftop and asked curiously, "Are you a disciple of the Golden Wind Dojo? An heir?"

When 'Yan Lian Cai' had struck the youth earlier, Xue Jing had felt a sense of familiarity.

It was as if he had slashed against a sharp and sturdy blade, and the powerful force had traveled up his arm, attempting to injure his palm. However, his resilient skin had easily withstood it.

This backlash was a result of the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword's effect.

The youth with dark circles replied coldly, "So what if I am?"

He knew he couldn't hide it and didn't intend to in the first place.

Xue Jing paid no mind to his tone and casually said, "Your lousy dojo teaches mediocre martial arts, but your disciples sure have pure and diverse talents. Heirs abound, some involved in the underworld, others playing with cockroaches... I thought that was already excessive, but I never expected you to be a hidden dragon with a copper refining obsession.

"Let's make a deal. Surrender now, and when they execute you, I'll ask them to use the smallest bullet size."

The youth with dark circles under his eyes scoffed coldly, too lazy to bother with words. He stretched out his hands, assuming a boxing stance.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'll count to three."

He held up a finger.

"One."

Zong Shi Chan stood behind Xue Jing, her immature and delicate face filled with excitement, her eyes sparkling.

Her master was about to make a move!

Would it be the 'Secret Art: Sakura Full Moon' or the Coiling Dragon Style's Dragon Energy Wrap?

Or perhaps that gorgeous move that resembled a meteor shower of fireworks...

"Two..."

Zhang Renxu's eyes turned solemn as he braced himself.

He was well aware that with opponents of this caliber, if they chose to act, it would be earth-shattering!

The outcome of the battle could be decided in an instant!

At this moment, when everyone's attention was at its peak, and the situation was critical...

Xue Jing's eyes curved into a smile as he raised a third finger.

"Three."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Renxu's entire being focused on him, alert to his every move.

Right then, without a sound, a large chicken leg swung at him from behind, striking the back of his head.

"Clang—"

The chicken leg disintegrated into countless shreds of meat, and the exquisite soft force evaded Zhang Renxu's instinctive defense, entering through the back of his head and causing his brain to shake violently. In an instant, his eyes rolled up, and he went limp, falling softly to the ground.

Zong Shi Chan's eyes widened as she stared at the cold-faced woman who had suddenly appeared behind the dark-circled youth.

So strong... No, so despicable!

Meng Qingjiao threw away the chicken leg, now shattered to half its size, and took another bite from the chicken leg in her other hand. She remained silent, her expression cold.

However, even with her cold demeanor, the bulging cheeks as she chewed made her seem adorable.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap—"

Xue Jing applauded in admiration:

"As expected of Senior Sister Meng, you understood my intentions without the need for discussion, recognizing the situation with just a glance."

Zong Shi Chan, standing beside him, pouted, not entirely satisfied. "Master, I feel like something's not quite right."

Shouldn't this heroic rescue scene be more intense and romantic?

"I'm not your master yet, so stop calling me that."

Xue Jing casually replied, then continued, "In our Coiling Dragon Style, if we can accomplish something while lying down, why bother standing up? If a sneak attack can solve the problem, there's no need to waste effort on other moves."

Zong Shi Chan stuck out her tongue. "I understand, thank you for the lesson, Master!"

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow and pushed down on her head, which was only about 1.4 meters tall. "You little rascal, now that you've climbed up the pole, you don't plan on coming down, do you?"

Zong Shi Chan wrapped her arms around him and coquettishly said, "What's wrong with that? Having an adorable disciple like me must make you very happy!"

Xue Jing used his palm to support her cheeks, preventing her from snuggling too close, and said indifferently, "Cut it out."

"Hurry up and come back with me. Your grandfather must be worried sick about you."

Zong Shi Chan smiled mischievously as she spread her arms and said, "I'm so scared my legs are weak. Master has to carry me back."

Xue Jing clicked his tongue. Very reluctantly, he grabbed the back of her collar and lifted her up like a bag of vegetables.

Unexpectedly, the Tiger Spirit Dojo's training uniform was of excellent quality, making it easy to carry her this way.

Zong Shi Chan's hands and feet dangled in the air as she exclaimed, "Master, is this how you treat your adorable little disciple?"

Xue Jing ignored her and stepped forward, crossing the distance of several meters to reach the rooftop where Meng Qingjiao stood.

He squatted down and searched the unconscious youth for a while before eventually pulling out a matchbox, about half the size of his palm.

[Divine substance detected. Absorbing divinity...]



"As expected," Xue Jing nodded.

Just as Zhigao had suspected, the 'Flayer' had been influenced by GOD-1291.

He took out his phone, intending to call Ning Yuantai.

At that moment, his expression changed slightly as he turned to look at Meng Qingjiao beside him.

"Senior Sister."

Meng Qingjiao nodded and opened her mouth. She placed the remaining chicken leg in her mouth, sucked and wrapped her tongue around it, and when she took it out again, only a bare bone remained.

"Master, what's wrong?" Zong Shi Chan, who was being carried, also sensed something amiss and asked curiously.

Xue Jing didn't answer but instead handed the little girl to Meng Qingjiao.

Meng Qingjiao reached out to take Zong Shi Chan, and her hands naturally rubbed against the little girl's training uniform, wiping away the oil stains from handling the chicken legs.

Zong Shi Chan's lips twitched. "..."

Suddenly—

"Swish, swish, swish, swish—"

Four or five figures appeared from all directions, forming a encirclement as they maneuvered through the skyscrapers and closed in on them.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

One of the young women among the group noticed Zhang Renxu lying on the ground, and her pupils constricted.

Her gaze immediately shifted to Meng Qingjiao, who was holding Zong Shi Chan, and her heart sank as she guessed what had transpired.

Xue Jing scanned the surrounding figures and recognized one of them.

"Razor Gang Leader, Su Bijing!"

Su Bijing also spotted him and shouted, "Chen Senior Sister, it's Xue Jing!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenyan narrowed her eyes at Xue Jing.

In the blink of an eye, she processed her thoughts and gave a decisive order: "Kill them! Leave no survivors!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the five direct disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo exuded a murderous aura that enveloped Xue Jing and his companions.

Zong Shi Chan's body stiffened as scenes of her gruesome death flashed through her mind.

Before fear could take hold, a hand as white as jade, more delicate and beautiful than a woman's, gently rested on her head.

The warmth from the hand dispelled the chilling murderous intent that had enveloped her.

"Master..." Zong Shi Chan stared at Xue Jing, dumbfounded.

"Senior Sister, protect this girl. Leave the rest to me." Xue Jing spoke softly.

Meng Qingjiao glanced at him and nodded silently.

"Each of you, guard your positions and don't let them escape!" Chen Wenyan commanded sternly, gesturing with her right hand.

The five direct disciples maintained their encirclement and began to close in on Xue Jing's group.

"Don't let us escape?" Xue Jing tilted his head, his silver-white divine pupils scanning the surroundings.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

His voice was calm and unwavering as he spoke.

Without any noticeable movement, he suddenly vanished from his original spot.

"Boom—"

"Crack—"

Colorful tail flames streaked across the sky, and when Xue Jing reappeared, he was holding a corpse in his hand.

The corpse's neck had been crushed by his palm to the thickness of sugarcane, and its head was twisted at an exaggerated angle. The body hung limply, already dead beyond recognition.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone present.

"Ah Xiang!"

"Zhao Junior Brother!"

The Golden Wind Dojo disciples exclaimed in unison.

Xue Jing casually tossed the corpse aside and said indifferently, "You are the prey."

"Master!!!!" Zong Shi Chan's eyes sparkled.

Chen Wenyan gritted her teeth and ordered, "Attack!"

As soon as she gave the command, the four disciples surged forward, charging at Xue Jing.

The sharp and piercing force of their attacks sliced through the air, emitting a shrill whistle as if four divine weapons were simultaneously unleashed upon Xue Jing, creating a formidable spectacle.

In close-quarters combat, unless there was a significant disparity in strength, the side with more people held a decisive advantage. Even professional boxers, when faced with two or three healthy individuals in an open space, would end up bruised and battered.

Not to mention the Golden Wind Dojo disciples' specialized group attack formation, which was nearly impossible to evade or defend against.

However, Xue Jing had no intention of dodging or blocking.

He took a deep breath, and as his power surged, the True Dragon roared, emitting a dragon's cry. Pale golden dragon energy coiled around his body.

Then, Yan Lian Cai's colorful fireworks ignited on his body.

Spiral indentations appeared on his skin, rotating and converging towards his palms and soles.

In the instant when the four Golden Wind Dojo disciples were about to reach him, Xue Jing unleashed four unimaginable rapid strikes.

His right fist punched one opponent's cheek.

As he retracted his arm, he struck another's chest with his elbow.

His right leg kicked out with two rapid thrusting kicks, one to the left and one to the right, landing on the abdomens of the remaining two.

Each of his movements was accompanied by spiral-shaped, colorful fireworks that lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate.

"Yan Lian Cai, Burning Wheel!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!!"

Four loud explosions echoed as the four direct disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo were sent flying at a speed faster than when they had charged.

One flew towards the street below, crashing into a camphor tree. With a crack, the tree was snapped in half, and the disciple was impaled on its branches, blood gushing out.

Another flew towards the high-rise buildings, piercing through three or four structures. Debris flew everywhere, leaving a trail of blood in their wake before disappearing from sight.

One flew high into the sky, reaching a height of nearly a hundred meters, before falling softly like broken cotton.

The last one plunged straight into the road below, creating a human-shaped pit and bringing countless vehicles to a screeching halt.

The battle was decided in an instant.

Zong Shi Chan's mouth hung open, and she stared, dumbfounded, at the divine-like figure's straight back, her eyes shining brighter than ever.

"Master..."

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(End of Chapter)

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