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Chapter 545 Broken Gun
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd.

The purplish-black spear energy emanating from Liang Jin's spear danced wildly like a raging dragon, and the nearby ground was even cleaved into foot-deep cracks by the invisible force.

These gun energies surged forth, seemingly carrying a destructive power.

however……

However, when the gun energy touched the golden vortex between Bei Huan's palms, it was like a surging wave crashing into a towering mountain, instantly swallowed up without a trace, without even a ripple.

This scene caused all the spectators to stand frozen like clay sculptures, some even subconsciously taking a half step back, their boots leaving long tracks on the sand.

It can even completely absorb and suppress the spear energy released by a third-rank martial artist!
"This...this is the power of a second-grade martial artist?"

Everyone who saw this felt that it was completely beyond their comprehension.

Liang Jin was equally surprised.

Liang Jin's pupils contracted slightly, and the black iron spear trembled in his palm like an angry dragon.

"The Great Compassionate Hand truly lives up to its name!"

His voice carried a metallic thud, and where the tip of the gun touched the golden vortex, tiny sparks flew out, like fleeting shooting stars in the night sky.

The power of his shot was terrifying, no less than that of the one he used against Zhen Lei that day.

But the thorn, poked in the vortex between joy and sorrow, felt as if it had struck a wad of cotton, or as if it had plunged into a quagmire.

Liang Jin had considered various ways to avoid or counter his own attack, but he never imagined that there was such a peculiar martial art as the Great Compassion Hand.

Master Beihuan's gaunt face was as still as a deep well, devoid of sorrow or joy, yet his slender figure beneath his robe resembled an ancient pine tree rooted deep in the earth.

The golden vortex in his palm suddenly spun faster, and he said in a deep voice:

"My compassionate palm technique complements this great compassionate hand perfectly, and its power is so great that even a second-rank martial artist is helpless against it."

“Benefactor Meng, your skill is still shallow. Relying solely on the power of the ‘Overlord's Armor Removal Skill’ and the spear intent, you are unlikely to break through the Great Compassion Hand that is not in your favor.”

Both joy and sorrow have condensed into martial intent.

Liang Jin was confident that he could put up a fight against a second-rank martial artist.

However, a second-grade martial artist who has condensed martial intent is more troublesome.

At this moment, Bei Huan slowly raised her head and calmly looked at Liang Jin, who was still struggling to thrust forward:
"Benefactor Meng, are you not going to enter the Hundred Evils Body state?"

"I have heard that the 'Hundred Evils Body Technique' involves tempering the body with poisons to stimulate its potential and strengthen the physical body. However, the process is too painful, and no one can master it to perfection before going into demonic possession."

"Since this humble monk observes that Meng Shi's internal energy cultivation is running flawlessly, he must have already reached the ninth level of perfection."

"Please, Benefactor Meng, allow this humble monk to witness the martial arts of the ancients."

Liang Jin was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

Then, he suddenly burst into laughter:

"Hahahahahaha!"

The laughter had a touch of madness, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

Even Bei Huan looked puzzled.

Liang Jin laughed as he explained:
"I haven't entered the Hundred Evil Body state in a long time."

"And there has never been an opponent who asked me to use the Hundred Evils Body to deal with him."

"Since you want to see it so much, I'll grant your wish!"

As he said this, he turned to look at Wang Huaishuang and the others in the distance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, which were transforming into vertical pupils:
"Kids, don't watch this, it's scary."

After saying that, Liang Jin stomped his foot hard on the ground.

This kick was like a drumstick slamming heavily onto the surface of a drum.

"Boom!!!"

Liang Jin's feet slammed heavily on the ground, causing the sand within a radius of a hundred feet to churn like boiling water.

The sand on the ground was shaken up and rose into the air, filling the sky and enveloping the entire battlefield.

The spectators felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, as if a million war drums were beating simultaneously.

Wang Huaishuang instinctively tightened the reins, and the warhorse reared up, its forelegs tracing chaotic arcs in the air:
"Looks like this kid's going to lose!"

"He wanted to lose gracefully and save face for himself."

"But what's the point of saving face when you're about to lose your life?"

Her voice was torn apart by the howling sandstorm, but her eyes shone with anticipation.

Her eyes were icy cold; she wanted to see how Liang Jin would die.

But then, Wang Huaishuang looked into the distance again.

In the darkness of night, the firelight seemed to grow even brighter.

Wang Huaishuang beckoned and summoned a servant.

"Go over and have a look."

She stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the distant firelight.

The guard accepted the order and immediately spurred his horse and rode off into the distance.

suddenly!

A peculiar aura suddenly burst forth from the smoke and dust that enveloped the battlefield.

The aura was so fierce, violent, and manic.

It even gives the impression that some kind of ferocious beast is lurking in the dust and smoke, about to descend upon the world.

This atmosphere made everyone present feel a sense of unease.

"What exactly happened inside?"

All eyes were drawn to the billowing smoke and dust.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a tall figure was slowly emerging from the thick smoke and dust.

It was a tall and strong giant!
Its entire body was covered in dense, jet-black scales that gleamed eerily in the moonlight. Its eyes had transformed into vertical pupils, pulsating with a sinister light.

Its long tail lashed out like a steel whip, cracking rocks wherever it swept across.

His arms were bulging with muscles that bulged like the roots of an ancient tree, and his hands were like a pair of sharp dragon claws, as if they could tear everything apart.

It has two short, pointed horns on its head and black markings on its body, like earthworms swimming under its skin—the effect of black blood.

This is not the legendary body of a hundred evils, but a demon god that crawled out of the netherworld!
Bei Huan stared at the giant before him, a look of astonishment appearing in his eyes for the first time:

"This is the Hundred Evils Body?"

"Why does it seem to contradict the records in ancient books?"

"It's more like... a demon!"

Although Bei Huan had never seen the Hundred Evils Body before, he had seen related records in various documents.

While the Hundred Evils Body can indeed make a person larger, it doesn't have this strange appearance with long horns, a long tail, dragon claws, and scales all over its body.

It was precisely because of this that Bei Huan concluded that Liang Jin's Hundred Evils Body was not right!
Liang Jin looked down from his high vantage point, surveying the joys and sorrows of life.

"Are you satisfied now?"

His current height is nearly four meters, which makes the thirteen-foot-long spear in his hand appear tiny and small, just like a slender longsword.

Even so, the spearhead was still firmly held by the Great Compassion Hand, making it difficult to advance.

"Do you think my shot right now can break your Great Compassion Hand?"

After saying that, Liang Jin's muscles twitched.

It's not hard to see that terrifying power is gathering in Liang Jin's palm.

His enormous feet were already deeply embedded in the ground, a clear sign that he was about to exert his strength!

Seeing this, Bei Huan dared not hesitate at all.

His body sank sharply, and the vortex in his palms solidified even more at that moment.

Liang Jin has already made his move!

His entire body's strength surged through his muscles, converging in his right arm.

You can see his right arm undulating, and tremendous force has been transferred to the spear in his palm.

A moment!

"boom!!!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted. The sand beneath Bei Huan's feet collapsed, forming a massive crater ten zhang in diameter. His robe was torn to shreds by the shockwave, revealing his scarred chest.

This is because the immense force transmitted from the spear was channeled by the monk Beihuan through his own body to his feet.

Even so, Master Beihuan was finally moved!
A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His cloudy eyes flashed with an astonishing light as he stared intently at the vortex in his hands that was holding the gun tip.

"Benefactor Meng's immense strength is indeed... astonishing to this humble monk!"

The monk of sorrow and joy sighed.

The spearhead, which had been firmly locked in place, had now advanced three inches!
The spearhead had already pierced through the vortex, pointing directly at Beihuan's face; it only needed to be a few inches away to pierce him.

The spear, forged from steel from the Western Desert, began to bend under immense force, and even developed some small cracks on its surface.

Clearly, this weapon, crafted by skilled artisans through countless trials, is about to succumb to such immense force.

Liang Jin's dragon claws, veins bulging, gripped the spear firmly, the spear groaning under the immense force.

He looked at the spearhead, which had only advanced three inches, and was very dissatisfied:
"I refuse to believe that this Great Compassion Hand technique is really that powerful!"

"I refuse to believe that my attack can't break through your defense!"

After he finished speaking, Liang Jin's muscles swelled up rapidly again.

His claws were firmly gripping the gun barrel, his feet were sank into the ground, and even his tail was embedded in the ground for support.

suddenly!

A huge crack suddenly appeared beneath Liang Jin's feet!

These cracks instantly covered an area of ​​ten feet in radius, which clearly indicated that Liang Jin was about to unleash even greater power!
"Break it for me!!!"

With a roar, Liang Jin unleashed a terrifying power that erupted like a volcano, causing the wilderness within a hundred miles to tremble.

In an instant, the ground beneath his and Beihuan's feet collapsed suddenly under the immense force.

The earth seemed to erupt with a terrifying wail, rumbling and wailing.

Bei Huan also felt the immense force transmitted by the spear, which made him dare not hesitate in the slightest.

“The Dharma is boundless!”

Suddenly, the compassionate face of Bei Huan turned ferocious and malevolent, like an angry Vajra.

His sleeves moved without any wind, whistling incessantly.

Bei Huan knew that if it came down to a simple contest of physical strength, he would be no match for Liang Jin.

His greatest advantage is that his internal strength is far superior to Liang Jin's, and his realm of understanding is higher than Liang Jin's.

At this moment, Liang Jin's immense power swept over him along with the spear. Without hesitation, Bei Huan immediately doubled the size of the vortex between his hands, even spinning it to its limit.

Clearly, he also wanted to test whether his Great Compassion Hand could withstand Liang Jin's shot!
……

nearby.

At that moment, the spectators suddenly felt a strong surge of emotion.

They seemed to feel their hearts soften, and all traces of hostility and murderous intent vanished.

Even the most ruthless and fierce guards from the Criminal Investigation Bureau became as gentle as sheep at this moment.

Even the fierce look on Wang Huaishuang's face softened considerably, and she sighed:

"This is the compassionate palm gesture of the Master of Sorrow and Joy!"

"It seems that Master of Sorrow and Joy has started to get serious."

"That kid is indeed quite capable; he's actually worth Master Beihuan getting serious about."

Wang Huaishuang's eyes tried to see through the shrouding smoke and dust.

Unfortunately, all she could sense was that some terrifying power was rapidly brewing within the smoke and dust, and that a confrontation was imminent!

So much so that her attention was completely focused on this, and she didn't even have time to glance at the four third-rank martial artists still fighting in the distance.

Not just him, everyone present felt the same way.

On ordinary days, the appearance and duel of a third-rank martial artist would be enough to cause a sensation.

But now, everyone inexplicably feels that only the two people shrouded in smoke and dust are the main characters.

As long as those two are around, even a third-rank martial artist can only become an insignificant supporting character.

suddenly!

A terrifying force suddenly surged out from the billowing smoke and dust.

Then, a loud bang rang out.

"boom!!!!!!!"

The deafening roar was earth-shattering, causing everyone to feel their hearts tremble wildly along with the ground.

More smoke and dust billowed up on the battlefield, obscuring the sky.

Nobody knows what happened inside.

Just as everyone was speculating...

Suddenly, something flew out of the smoke and dust, soared into the sky, and then fell heavily back down, embedding itself in the ground.

Wang Huaishuang rode over and picked it up.

Then, she turned around, raised what she was holding high, and a smug, sinister smile spread across her face:
Meng Xinghun is dead!

"Green Robe Pavilion, aren't you going to surrender?"

What Wang Huaishuang was holding high was half a spear!
This half of the gun belongs to Liang Jin!

However, the gun has now been broken in half.

The metal at the broken end of the gun barrel had even piled up, as if it had been crushed by a force of ten million tons.

For a martial artist, weapons are nothing less than a second life.

In such a duel between masters, the breaking of a weapon often signifies the fall of the martial artist.

That's why Wang Huaishuang said that.

Upon seeing the broken spear, the Qingyi Tower members were in an uproar. Some disciples knelt down and wept bitterly, their tears mingling with the dust and leaving mottled marks on their faces.

Meanwhile, the agents of the Criminal Investigation Bureau erupted in deafening cheers, their swords clashing against their shields in a thrilling rhythm.

Only Shen Wanshi had a solemn expression. Looking at the smoke and dust in the center of the battlefield, he recalled Liang Jin's carefree manner when they drank together not long ago, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He had a good impression of Liang Jin, and the two got along well.

Unexpectedly, such a person also died in this undeserved disaster.

An aged figure appeared behind him and whispered:
"Boss, let's make our way back."

"Staying here might not be a good thing."

"I'll take the boss and leave first, while the rest of us will stay behind to draw attention, and then we'll slowly regroup later."

This person was none other than Cen Ruifeng, the Shen family's retainer who had never shown his face.

Shen Wanshi nodded.

He could naturally tell that the police station probably had an important mission to perform tonight.

Especially since he had previously heard of the name of the Demon Slayer King.

This made Shen Wanshi realize that it was no longer convenient for him to stay, otherwise he would only be asking for trouble.

Immediately, Shen family retainer Cen Ruifeng grabbed Shen Wanshi's shoulder and took the opportunity to disappear into the night with him.

Meanwhile, everyone else was so engrossed in the earth-shattering battle that no one noticed this scene.

At this time.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horses' hooves rang out from afar.

A rider galloped over; it was the scout that Wang Huaishuang had sent out earlier.

The scout was covered in blood and almost tumbled off his horse.
"Sir! It's not good!"

"The Demon Slayer King's forces have arrived!"

At this point, Fanzi pointed behind him.

Countless torches, like blood-red dragons, were approaching at an alarming speed in the night.

(End of this chapter)