Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

Inside the tunnel, Zhang Tianchang and his companions were on full alert, guarding against every rustle of wind and movement of grass.

After the battle they had just fought, they followed Lin Rui's flying sword through the underground tunnels at high speed.

The structure of these tunnels was extremely complex, reminiscent of a labyrinth.

From the traces inside the tunnels, it was evident that a small part of them were ancient mines, while the rest had been excavated more recently, within the last few years.

They were most likely the work of the County Magistrate, who, unbeknownst to anyone including the County Magistrate himself, had bred numerous demons and demonic cultivators and hidden them under the ground.

The group initially proceeded with great caution, but soon discovered that Lin Rui's sensing abilities were abnormally strong.

The tunnels Lin Rui's flying sword chose for their route were definitely intentional.

They could hear intense footsteps and curses around them, clearly indicating that a large troop was encircling and attempting to trap and annihilate them.

They even heard the archivist Jiang Hanzhang barking orders and curses.

Yet, Lin Rui often managed to strike at their weaknesses and leap out of the enemy's encirclement, taking paths where demons were less frequent. They encountered no more than five demons at a time, all of which they could quickly dispatch.

The group weaved through these tunnels, striking the enemy down like slicing a sausage.

Each cut was minor, but their efforts accumulated. In just under a hundred breaths, they had slain at least twelve demons and nine demonic cultivators.

However, the urgency in their hearts grew because they knew time was running out.

In just these short hundred breaths, who knew how many civilians from Silver Moon County had perished in self-immolation.

Only Lin Rui's demeanor became increasingly composed; he continued to affix talismans while humming a tune.

His singing was leisurely and pleasant to the ear, but in the heat of the subterranean tunnels, surrounded by enemies, it seemed out of place to everyone else.

One of the four arrest officers named Zhu Fang couldn't contain his impatience and wore a look of confusion and helplessness as he turned to Wang Sen, "Twenty-Seven, is your boss always like this?"

Wang Sen was walking right in the middle of their group.

He and Ximen Shou took turns using the Cold Ice Palm to cool down Zhang Tianchang and the others.

They only needed to gather cold energy in their palms and slap it against the others' chests and abdomens to noticeably relieve their distress.

This method was quite damaging to one's True Yuan, and they would definitely be seriously ill afterward, but the current situation left no room for consideration—they had to drink poison to quench their thirst.

As Wang Sen struck, he looked back and said, "Pretty much. Brother Twelve sings when he's in a good mood, and he sings when he's not."

He suspected that Lin Rui might have a bit of pseudologia fantastica.

Occasionally, he saw expressions on Lin Rui's face that seemed slightly neurotic.

But this seemed unlikely, as Lin Rui had an excellent talent for spiritual power, a high value for spiritual power, and his body hadn't been implanted with any excessive equips, so there was no reason for him to be psychotic.

Just as Wang Sen looked back, Lin Rui suddenly warned, "Careful, to the left!"

Soon after he spoke, three figures and two bulky silhouettes with three legs burst out from the left side of the passage ahead.

They were three third-realm demonic cultivators and two third-realm, three-legged mud demons.

Zhang Tianchang was the first to react, positioning himself in front of everyone else.

Without any defense, Zhang Tianchang threw a Divine Power Vajra Fist punch directly to the chest of one, blasting him several meters away with decaying flesh at the impact. Then he stood firm against the attacks of the two third-realm mud demons, not budging an inch.

The rest also went all out, even risking injury for injury, all to slay these demonic cultivators and demons as quickly as possible.

However, just as the three third-realm demonic cultivators were about to die under their ferocious onslaught, a white light would always flash through, piercing their brains and shredding their spines.

That was Lin Rui's small Guang Ming holy sword. Then it thrust again, piercing the heart of one of the three-legged mud demons.

Seeing this, Wang Sen touched his nose and looked again at Lin Rui.

This was another point of confusion for him; Lin Rui seemed fixated on delivering the final blow to slay demons and demonic cultivators, resembling someone in an online game aiming to claim the last hit.

However, they were not in an online game; they were on the planet Tianjie, in the real world! Could Lin Rui possibly gain experience from these demonic cultivators and demons?

Lin Rui's sword flying seemed quite slick though, making it seem as if whatever he learned, he would master it in a very short period of time—his talent was truly enviable.

While Wang Sen was silently expressing his admiration, Lin Rui suddenly halted.

There was no more escape; they were trapped on both ends.

There was no need to run anymore either, for Lin Rui had achieved his goal, and the process had been easier than he expected.

In front of them at the tunnel entrance, the County Magistrate Zhu Lingshi, supported by a large group of demonic cultivators and demons, entered limping.

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His face bore a malicious grin, and his eyes were fierce and cold.

Standing beside him was the figure that stood nine feet tall, covered in white bone armor, with a beast-shaped bone helmet on its head, notably standing out.

Behind them was Jiang Hanzhang, with a large group of demons guarding him.

The expression of this scribe was rather ugly.

He had just led three teams of demons and three teams of demon cultivators to besiege these few Silvermoon County arrest officers, yet they still could not encircle them; instead, they had lost nearly a third of their manpower in the process of pursuing and blocking them.

If it weren't for Zhu Lingshi coming over with reinforcements, they might even have been slaughtered to the last man!

Zhang Tianchang's mood at the moment was as cold as ice.

He saw that there were five four-realm demons on both sides, along with that person in the 'dragon'-like bone armor, who felt exceptionally dangerous to him.

Not to mention those who blocked the passage so tightly that not even a breeze could get through.

Even he couldn't help feeling powerless, and even hopeless, at this moment.

Was today the end of the road for them? He wondered if Lin Twelve had any way to cope with this.

Cao Jun, however, appeared resigned, clutching the knife in his hand firmly.

He had never truly believed that Lin Rui could stop that eunuch Zhu.

Having fought their way here through the cave and killed dozens of enemies was already beyond his expectations. What followed was nothing but a fight to the death, to drag more people down to hell with them.

Wang Sen, however, was holding his shield, high in fighting spirit; he had unconditional trust in Lin Rui, convinced that the talismans arranged by him were targeted with purpose.

Lin Rui would not have ventured into the caves without some measure of confidence.

Wang Sen also saw Lin Rui's bright white flying sword quietly poking at the nearby cave wall, doing something unclear.

"Isn't this Officer Lin and Officer Zhang? I didn't expect to meet so soon."

County Magistrate Zhu Lingshi caressed the wound at his severed hand, his eyes filled with an extremely malevolent look, "It's marvelous indeed, I just happen to have a score to settle with you."

Zhu Lingshi surveyed each of them while speaking, trying to determine which one was the high-level sorcerer mentioned by his uncle.

Zhu Lingshi's words came to an abrupt halt because, in that instant, he saw Lin Rui scatter around eighty talismans into the surroundings, manipulating them with the power of thunder magnetism to float in mid-air.

At the same time, Lin Rui's hands formed seals, as if casting a spell.

By the look of those seals, it seemed like a spell called 'Soul Summoning Technique' that could guide the spirits of heaven and earth and also remotely detonate talismans.

The key point was that this man was full of wits and currently resonating with the surrounding Ziyao Yuan Crystals, as the Ziyao Yang Yuan within those crystals was becoming volatile.

Zhu Lingshi's face changed, instinctively sensing danger, "What are you doing? Stop at once!"

Lin Rui paid no mind to him, not wanting to waste precious time engaging in pointless talk. Instead, he continued to chant nursery rhymes while forming seals.

He had completed the final seal, causing all eighty-one talismans around him to explode. Lin Rui then teleported behind Zhang Tianchang, "Old Zhang, it's all up to you now!"

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Lin Rui's Little Guang Ming Holy Sword had already pre-emptively cut a niche in the wall beside Zhang Tianchang, just big enough to hold six people.

Zhang Tianchang was initially puzzled but then heard an earth-shattering explosion that nearly deafened him, and saw intense purple light appear in the tunnel ahead and behind him.

The purple light gathered together, forming a torrential stream of purple luminescence, sweeping through the cave like a tidal wave, unstoppable, burning everything in its wake!

"Ziyao Yuan Crystals?"

Zhang Tianchang instantly realized what was happening; those talismans Lin Twelve had placed must have triggered the surrounding Ziyao Yuan Crystals to release a more violent Yang flame energy. The extreme heat caused everything touched by them to ignite instantly.

Even the Ziyao Yuan Crystals themselves were no exception, all starting to burn fiercely!

This caused the demon cultivators and demons to catch fire all over, emitting heartbreaking screams as they howled in agony and struggled.

Wang Sen and Cao Jun, along with the others, reacted very swiftly, all dodging into the hole dug out by Lin Rui.

Zhang Tianchang let out a fierce roar, pushing his Divine Power Vajra Skill to the extreme.

His body swelling instantly by a fifth, he seemed encased in metal, like a wall, shielding the others in front of him.

"Huh?"

Wang Sen looked surprised; he felt that Zhang Tianchang's bloodline power seemed to have undergone a tremendous transformation in that instant.

With no time to ponder, he used his shield to seal any gaps and exerted his full strength to deploy his Cold Ice Palm True Yuan, cooling down the few beside him.

In the next instant, Wang Sen saw the surrounding purple light fill his vision.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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