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Chapter 254: Sweeping the Field
No one wanted to die, so no one dared to move.
Scanning the paralyzed crowd, Zhang Yu leaned close to Bai Zhenzhen and whispered, “Deng Bingding’s reinforcements have arrived. Go meet up with them first—I’ll handle this side.”
According to Deng Bingding’s estimate, the support force wouldn’t be combat-ready for six hours—meaning new allies were arriving in waves. But now, clearly, some useful reinforcements had already reached them.
Bai Zhenzhen gave a brief nod. “Be careful.”
She didn’t hesitate. With a swift leap, she plunged into the sewer tunnel—originally meant as an escape route.
Everyone watched in frozen silence as she vanished into the dark. Not a single soul dared to react.
Once Bai Zhenzhen disappeared, Zhang Yu exhaled softly, a fraction of tension easing from his frame.
“Deng Bingding’s doctor… can they treat A Zhen?”
Then, turning, Zhang Yu fixed his cold gaze upon the trembling group.
Fujie reminded him, “Bai Zhenzhen’s secured for now. We’ve no more restraints.”
“Kill them all.”
“If we let them go, they’ll only track Bai Zhenzhen down.”
Zhang Yu knew Fujie was right. On this battlefield of life and death, mercy was a luxury no one could afford.
In the next instant, Wuxiang Yun’gang surged forth. The sky once again filled with a thick, churning mist.
Zhang Yu’s voice echoed from within the fog.
“Obstructing the Inspection Team’s authority. Attacking external personnel of the Patrol Unit. Guilty of aggravated crime.”
“Now comes the legal execution phase.”
“It’s your turn to run.”
Almost the moment the words were spoken, the remaining combatants’ will shattered. Panic-stricken, they all scrambled backward, fleeing in every direction at top speed.
Their scattered retreat—exposing their backs—was precisely what Zhang Yu wanted. It allowed him to methodically eliminate them with maximum efficiency.
Zhou Yang was the closest. And the first to flee after hearing those words.
He pushed off the ground with explosive force, his body trailing a blur of motion—leaping forward like a frog in a desperate sprint.
But just as he cleared a few meters, a terrifying pull erupted from the swirling mist.
It was Wuxiang Yun’gang—its power manifesting as twisting, vibrating, deflecting forces, like underwater whirlpools dragging him back.
Then, from behind, a colossal black silhouette emerged from the fog, accompanied by a thunderous roar like a dragon and an elephant in unison.
In that instant, Zhou Yang felt like a tiny fish in the deep sea—helpless as a monstrous beast opened its jaws and swallowed him whole.
As the shadow loomed closer, Zhou Yang screamed, “Wait—!”
Boom!
A crushing palm strike slammed down, compressing the very air and fog into a tangible force. His words were instantly silenced, crushed back into his throat.
Facing death, Zhou Yang’s eyes flashed with despair. With a final, desperate roar, he unleashed everything he had—his palm surged with freezing power, blasting toward the darkness.
But his attack struck nothing. Just empty air.
Then, under Zhang Yu’s Bumu Yinfa, the freezing energy reversed—rushing back into Zhou Yang’s body, instantly freezing him solid.
Wuxiang Yun’gang surged forward without pause, its waves tearing through his body with a relentless, bone-shattering force—pounding, pounding, pounding—until every bone and muscle was reduced to pulp.
“First one.”
Zhang Yu flicked his hand, sweeping aside the blood mist. In a blink, he vanished again—already in pursuit of another target.
The cloud sea churned beneath his feet like water, and he moved with the grace of a fish—fluid, swift, unstoppable.
But for Chi He, Ye Manti, and the others, the fog felt alive—wrapping around them from all sides, blocking their movements, absorbing their attacks, even reflecting their blows back with amplified force.
Whoosh!
In the midst of the swirling mist, Zhang Yu appeared before another Qi Cultivation-level warrior.
The man’s face was pale with terror. With a guttural roar, he lunged, using a complex grappling technique.
Zhang Yu smirked. A single palm clash—then a twist of his wrist—and the man’s balance shattered. He crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, cratering the earth.
Staring at the man’s ruptured organs, slowly leaking blood, Fujie warned, “He can cast Surgery Spells remotely. Finish him—no mercy.”
Zhang Yu kicked out, shattering the man’s skull into pulp. Even if he could heal, there was no saving a brain turned to mush.
“Second.”
He vanished again—already closing in on another.
Ye Manti, deep within the fog, struggled to move. He listened to the distant echoes of crashing blows, screams, and Zhang Yu’s cold, steady count.
“Third.”
“Aaaah!”
A shriek—like a creature being torn apart.
Boom!
“Fourth.”
“I’ll fight you to the death!”
“Don’t run—there’s no escape!”
Crack!
“I’ll pay! I’ll pay to live!”
“Fifth.”
The voice—calm, relentless—felt like a death knell. Even Ye Manti, a prodigy from Xian Du, broke out in cold sweat. He felt like a tiny fish swimming against a raging undercurrent, desperately fleeing a predator in the dark.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
“How could this happen?”
“Zhang Yu’s already reached Foundation Establishment—why hasn’t Wang Zong sent backup?!”
In that moment of terror, a shadow emerged from the fog.
“Sixth.”
Overwhelmed, Ye Manti summoned every ounce of strength left in him.
His body swelled like a balloon, roaring like an elephant. His fist surged forward, wreathed in violent Qi, crackling through the air with explosive force—hurling itself at Zhang Yu.
But Zhang Yu didn’t even flinch. He simply reached out, one hand—palm open—and the force of his Qi twisted, twisted, crushed. Ye Manti’s fist shattered instantly.
Then, a single palm strike—like a hammer—slammed into his head.
Ye Manti’s other arm tried to block—but it was torn apart like paper. The force then slammed into his skull.
Crack!
Ye Manti’s body flew backward, finally breaking free of the mist—but his head was already a ruin of broken bones and splattered brain matter.
After killing Ye Manti, Zhang Yu didn’t pause. He darted through the fog like a ghost, and in just seconds, four more bodies collapsed—each with shattered skulls, brains liquefied, utterly dead.
He caught up with another Qi Cultivation-level warrior.
The man, cornered, screamed, “I can Foundation Establish too! If I die, I’ll take you with me!”
In an instant, torrents of Spirit Energy surged through him—pushing toward a breakthrough in Peak Qi Refinement, attempting to ascend mid-battle.
At that moment, a cold voice echoed from the Divine Power Network.
“Daring to break through mid-combat? Bold indeed.”
Another Zheng Shen’s voice boomed, “Unlicensed breakthrough? Execute him.”
In an instant, the two Zheng Shen—once locked in combat—halted their clash.
From the sky, a thunderbolt the thickness of a water pipe struck down in a flash of violet lightning, reducing the man to ash.
Only after the lightning faded did the Zheng Shen resume their duel—resuming the balance of power.
Zhang Yu stared at where the lightning had vanished, heart still racing. Then he turned, resuming his hunt.
From the moment he began killing, to the moment the lightning fell—though it felt like an eternity—only twenty seconds had passed.
But then, a divine windstorm swept across the battlefield, tearing through the mist and scattering it like smoke.
Zhang Yu looked up.
Above, a majestic figure stood in the sky.
His head haloed by eight rings of sacred light. Two storm-serpents—formed from gales—crawled beneath his feet. A thousand crimson spirits swirled around him, like a king ruling over this world. His gaze swept the field, cold and indifferent—then settled on Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu’s expression hardened.
Wang Yin… He actually came himself?
Did he sense my Foundation Establishment?
He’s not giving me any chance—just wants to crush me now.
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Meanwhile, deep within the sewer, Bai Zhenzhen moved forward, her phone in hand. She read the message from Deng Bingding—following his directions to a secluded spot.
A middle-aged man with a thick beard stepped forward, carrying a large pack.
“You’re Bai Zhenzhen?”
His eyes held a flicker of respect as he looked at her.
“Daring to stand up to Wang Zong of the Luzhou Group—people like you really have guts.”
Bai Zhenzhen recognized him as one of Deng Bingding’s hired contractors.
“You’re the doctor, right? Treat me first.”
As the man worked, she asked, “Deng Youshen said you brought Spirit Armor?”
The man pointed to the bag at his side. “Yeah. Longhun Workshop’s Jiaolong Lingqi.”
“My skills can have it fitted in about fifteen minutes.”
“Want me to help you install it?”
Bai Zhenzhen shook her head. “Why would I? It’s not for me. It’s meant for Zhang Yu—its power will be far greater when worn by him.”
The man grimaced. “Zhang Yu won’t have time. Wang Yin has already left the Luzhou Tower.”
“He’s here.”
Bai Zhenzhen’s face darkened. She stared at the Jiaolong Lingqi.
“Can I use it?”
“Best used in Foundation Establishment stage. Qi Cultivation stage? It’ll work for a short time.”
“But you’ll need to replace your entire spine. Equipment’s limited. And if you’re rushing into battle… it’ll hurt.”
Bai Zhenzhen clenched her jaw.
“Do it.”
“I need to wear it.”
She knew—if she didn’t equip the Jiaolong Lingqi, she’d be useless in the next fight.
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On the battlefield.
Chi He, barely alive, stumbled toward Wang Yin’s feet, trembling with relief.
“Wang… Wang Zong.”
Wang Yin didn’t even glance at him. His cold eyes swept over the man.
“Useless trash. I poured so much into you—and still, I had to come myself.”
“Do you know how precious my time is?”
“From now on, your salary for the next year is deducted.”
Chi He lowered his head, enduring the scolding, not daring to show a hint of protest.
Wang Yin turned his gaze to Zhang Yu.
“Zhang Yu. If you’d only fled with Bai Zhenzhen, I’d have overlooked your wild nature—your poverty-driven instincts. I’d have kept training you, shaping you.”
“But you two… you two…”
A wave of icy killing intent erupted from Wang Yin.
“You did something unforgivable.”
“Colluding with outsiders. Betraying company interests…”
“Why not sell?” Zhang Yu sneered, meeting his gaze head-on. “If someone wants to buy, we sell. That’s just business. Isn’t that Kunxu’s rule?”
Wang Yin’s lips curled in a cold sneer.
“You dare quote my rules back at me?”
“Know your place. You’re nothing but a dog I raised.”
(End of Chapter)
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