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Chapter 300: The Datura Blossoms! ~(Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

A darkness as thick as ink.

It silently enveloped Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

The Eternal Night Territory perfectly isolates itself from all external prying and perception.

Outside, there were three peak third-tier martial saints radiating a terrifying aura.

They are searching on the overpass, which is filled with the smell of gunpowder and burning.

Scanning the explosion epicenter again and again, the twisted wreckage of the motorcycle, the torn guardrails, the charred road surface...
Yet they could not detect any signs of life or aura belonging to a living person.

Fang Qingyu frowned and stared at the three of them.

My mind was filled with doubts.

These three people, along with the man standing by the Maybach, were clearly not ordinary peak-stage third-tier individuals.

Who could have sent them?

They had only just arrived in the city of injustice.

It did not provoke any top-tier forces.

Last night, I picked a place run by the Blood Wolf Gang.

The Iron Claw Society, which is backed by the Blood Wolf Gang, might be able to send out a Tier 3 fighter.

But it's absolutely impossible to be so extravagant as to use four peak third-tier fighters to deal with these few publicly known second-tier fighters at once.

As for the Luo family?

The thought flashed through his mind, but Fang Qingyu quickly suppressed it.

The Luo family has the capability.

But that's not quite right either.

If Luo Qingyi really wanted to get rid of him, she would have done so during the transaction at the ice cliff outside Liuli Guang City.

That fourth-tier individual, whom Su Wanqing described as an idiot, would have ample opportunity to make a move.

Why go through all that trouble, chasing them all the way to the city of injustice, and then doing it this way?

This is completely out of character for someone who wants to kill Fang Qingyu and his group.

More importantly.

The other party was clearly fully aware of their whereabouts.

They knew they would be leaving the limestone area this morning.

They knew they would take this elevated road leading to the inner city.

They even precisely chose a section of the road where the force field was not easily disturbed by the outside world to launch the attack.

Who's watching them?

Fang Qingyu's thoughts raced, but he couldn't make sense of them clearly.

But one thing is certain.

The opponent came with the intention of killing them.

At this moment, the other party showed no intention of leaving.

Next to the black Maybach parked in the middle of the road.

The aura of the fourth peak third-tier expert was as steady as a rock.

He was a man wearing a gray trench coat, with an ordinary face that would disappear into a crowd.

He had his hands in his trench coat pockets.

His gaze swept calmly across the battlefield, as if he were watching a preordained hunt.

An invisible force field has long enveloped this section of the viaduct.

It isolated both the inside and outside, and also cut off any possibility of external interference.

In the city of injustice, within the force field, life and death are one's own responsibility.

No one will come to save them.

Are we relying on Lei Meng and the Green Dragon Gang?

It's nothing more than a fool's dream.

Right now, the only option is to fight to the death!
Fang Qingyu turned his gaze to Jiang Wei, who was standing close to him.

In the girl's clear red eyes, there was no fear, only calmness.

She felt Fang Qingyu's gaze, tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes, and nodded gently.

No words were needed; a tacit understanding had already been established.

Fang Qingyu's lips moved slightly, his voice becoming a thin line that pierced the stillness of the night and reached Jiang Wei's ears: "The one next to the car, you're in charge. Hold him off."

Jiang Wei nodded again, and a crimson light quietly gathered deep within her red eyes.

There was absolutely no doubt that Fang Qingyu could take on three opponents at once.
In fact, Fang Qingyu himself was unaware of this.

Because of the Divine Firmament Envoy, this is one of only two battles they have achieved so far.

For the first time, Fang Qingyu forcibly severed the hand of a third-tier life ghost, killing Jiang Taixuan.

At that time, I used a newly learned ultimate technique.

But it wasn't exactly using all my strength.

The second time, one person suppressed three third-level beings.

However, these three Tier 3s are not the peak Tier 3s, and their combat power is definitely much lower than that of the peak Tier 3s.

Moreover, their advantages were completely exposed in Fang Qingyu's eyes, so he did not go all out.

So, what exactly is the upper limit for the Divine Envoy?
Fang Qingyu never managed to touch it.
But we should be able to touch it today.

After all, these individuals are not ordinary peak-stage third-tier fighters.

"Stop hiding! I'm going to get angry if you keep hiding!"

The man who fired the rocket launcher earlier spoke with a mocking tone, like a cat playing with a mouse.

The sound echoed particularly harshly on the empty bridge surface.

He strolled leisurely along the overpass, not in a hurry at all.

next second.

Near the overturned motorcycle, a small shadow darted slightly.

"Yo?!"

The man who fired the rocket launcher was the first to notice.

The mocking voice suddenly rose, tinged with genuine surprise, "You even have this trick up your sleeve? No wonder you're the only one who can use a dual-system!"

However, before he could finish speaking!

The killing intent has arrived.

Almost at the same instant that Fang Qingyu fully revealed his form and the Divine Firmament erupted.

The three of them moved at the same time.

There was not a single word of nonsense, no pre-battle declarations or probes.

Their teamwork was so seamless that they seemed like one person.

Three powerful streams of qi and blood, like a tsunami, shot into the sky.

Furthermore, they clearly had an excellent understanding of Fang Qingyu's Divine Firmament characteristics.

The moment the Divine Firmament erupted, they did not hesitate for a moment and immediately pushed their visualization techniques to the limit.

The internal energy is closely integrated with one's own powerful blood and qi.

It forms a protective barrier on the body surface.

Zila——! ! !
The golden torrent of divine light violently crashed against the three's defenses.

The violent power of thunder clashed violently with the blood and energy of the three.

For the first time, Shenxiao's invincible paralyzing and eroding properties, which were also known for their ability to penetrate defenses, encountered an obstacle.

Like a raging torrent crashing against a hard reef.

Despite the impressive display, it failed to shatter the reef instantly.

The three of them were only momentarily stunned by the impact of Shenxiao, their steps faltering for a very brief moment.

A hint of seriousness flashed across their faces.

Clearly, the power of Shenxiao far exceeded their estimated intelligence.

But it only froze for a moment!
"Roar!"

"kill!"

The three of them shouted almost simultaneously.

Struggling against the still fiercely burning and eroding Dark Gold Divine Firmament, it charged forward once again like three blood-red arrows released from a bow.

It was faster and more aggressive than before.

Three figures tore through the remaining golden arcs of electricity and rushed straight towards Fang Qingyu, who stood in the center like a thunder god descending to earth.

There is only one goal.

In the shortest possible time, with overwhelming force, they approached Fang Qingyu.

Never give the other party any chance to breathe or use any strange methods.

Meanwhile, next to the Maybach.

The gray-robed apostle leaning against the car door had an unwavering gaze, as if the clash between the titans that was enough to terrify ordinary third-tier cultivators was nothing more than a dull silent play.

He slowly pulled his right hand out of his trench coat pocket.

The movements were elegant and composed.

The fingers are long and slender with distinct knuckles, and the palm faces upward, as if just wanting to feel the cool morning breeze on the overpass.

Then, he slowly pulled a pack of unmarked white cigarettes from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

He flicked out a white cigarette with fluid movements and held it between his slightly pale, thin lips.

pat.

An antique silver lighter danced between his fingers, making a crisp metallic click as it opened and closed.

A pale blue flame suddenly ignited in the slightly chilly morning air, moving closer to the end of the cigarette.

Just as the flickering flame was about to lick the tobacco...
boom! ! !
Without warning, an indescribably intense crimson pillar of fire shot violently into the sky less than three meters from his side.

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly distorted the surrounding air.

The Maybach's smooth black paint immediately emitted a sizzling sound as if it were being heated.

The pillars of fire appeared too quickly, covered too wide, and contained far too explosive energy.

Like a giant curtain of flames, it instantly blocked him from the battlefield ahead, completely isolating him.

A scorching wave of air, carrying a destructive aura, rushed towards us.

The few strands of hair on his forehead were singed and curled.

The gray-robed apostle's movements came to an abrupt halt just millimeters from the point where the eerie blue flame was about to ignite the tobacco.

He turned his head slightly, revealing his eyes, which had always been as indifferent as an icy lake.

For the first time, the sky-high crimson was clearly reflected.

The light from the pillar of fire danced in his eyes, illuminating his pale face.

pat.

He gently closed the lighter's cap, extinguishing the pale blue flame.

He slowly turned around, facing the raging curtain of flames.

The corner of his mouth, with the cigarette dangling from his lips, seemed to twitch upwards in an extremely subtle way, a curve so cold it was devoid of any warmth, as if he had seen something.
Finally, a toy that piqued his interest.

"Ah"

A soft groan, almost drowned out by the roar of the flames, escaped from his lips.

……

And at the very instant that the curtain of flames shot into the sky, blocking the view.

The elevated bridge is the center of the battlefield.

Facing three afterimages that tore through the Divine Firmament, the peak Martial Saint charged forward with an unstoppable momentum.

There was no panic in Fang Qingyu's eyes as he hovered in the air.

All that remained was the will to fight.

The Shun Shi Dragon Craft, wrapped around his arms, seemed to sense its master's boiling killing intent and impending ultimate explosion, and let out a deep and excited dragon roar.

The dragon's roar instantly drowned out the thunder's roar.

hold head high--!
next second!
Fang Qingyu's arms jerked violently.

Om-! ! !
An overwhelming and terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from him.

The Divine Torrent, which had been surging like a raging sea, covering the entire viaduct and frantically scorching and eroding the defenses of the three enemies, seemed to have heard a summons.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Countless violent, dark golden lightning bolts, like rivers flowing into the sea, instantly abandoned their attempt to erode the enemy and surged back with even greater speed than when they erupted.

They tear through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, with only one target.

Fang Qingyu's clenched fists, entwined with the illusory image of a blue dragon.

This sudden reversal of the Divine Firmament.

This also coincided with the formation of the second wave of Shenxiao's impact.

"careful!"

The three people in the air had a drastic change in expression.

They were charging forward with all their might, trying to fight the Divine Firmament head-on, never expecting that the Divine Firmament they had released could be retracted into their bodies.

Chi Chi Chi -!
Click!
The momentum of the three charging forward was abruptly interrupted by this second, unexpected wave of Divine Firmament Reversal.

His body became noticeably sluggish and unsteady again, and his blood and qi were churning.

In the blink of an eye, as the old forces had dissipated and the new forces had not yet emerged, and the defenses had been significantly weakened by the Divine Firmament's reverse thrust, the old forces were gone and the new forces were yet to emerge.

Fang Qingyu's fists were already at their maximum power.

The nearly endless divine light that rolled back was like the most docile subjects, being frantically swallowed and compressed by those iron fists wrapped with the phantom of a blue dragon.

On the edge of the fist, the dazzling golden divine light had condensed to its extreme.

Fang Qingyu's cold gaze locked onto the three peak martial saints below, whose figures were unstable and whose defenses were wavering due to the reversal of the Divine Firmament.

It's finally out.
The first punch I received from four people!!!
at the same time.

the other side.

The roar of the engine shattered the morning tranquility.

Su Wanqing tightened the throttle, and the motorcycle engine beneath her roared furiously.

The speedometer needle was stuck firmly at the edge of the red zone.

Wei Banmeng pressed close behind her, her cold face expressionless, only the high-speed airflow tearing at her hair.

The glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers on both sides stretched out blurry streaks of light as they rushed past.

The streets, which should have been bustling with traffic and crowds, were now deserted.

Only the roar of their motorcycle engines could be heard.

And the sounds of engines and the whooshing of air following closely behind.

A black SUV clung to them like a leech, relentlessly pursuing them from less than fifty meters behind.

On either side of the SUV, two figures, like ghosts, were flying at high speed alongside the vehicle.

The billowing aura emanating from their bodies unequivocally proclaimed their third-tier strength.

Obviously
Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng have also entered the force field.

"Stop running, you two!"

The third-tier martial artist flying on the left was a bald, burly man with a mocking smile on his face, like a cat catching a mouse. His voice, like muffled thunder, echoed through the empty street.

"Stop obediently, and you'll suffer less." As soon as he finished speaking, his blood and qi surged violently.

Its speed suddenly increased, like an arrow released from a bow, instantly overtaking Su Wanqing's motorcycle, drawing an arc, and landing steadily in the middle of the road a hundred meters ahead.

He crossed his arms, his imposing figure like an insurmountable wall.

With a smile on his face.

His eyes were scanning the prey that was about to be captured.

"Jump!"

A fierce glint flashed in Su Wanqing's eyes. Without slowing down in the slightest, she twisted the accelerator pedal all the way to the floor.

At the same time, he shouted a clear shout at Wei Banmeng behind him.

The two had an extremely good understanding.

Just as the motorcycle was about to crash into the wall of people, my body was simultaneously ejected from the high-speed motorcycle.

The moment Su Wanqing leaped into the air, she channeled all her strength into her right foot and kicked hard at the rear of the motorcycle.

boom!
The heavy motorcycle, like a boulder thrown by a catapult, tumbled and crashed down on the bald, burly man blocking its way with a piercing whistle.

"Humph!"

The bald, burly man snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Without even moving a foot, he casually raised a large, fan-like hand and pressed it down into the empty space in front of him.

hum!
A visible, pale golden wall of qi and blood instantly condensed in front of him.

boom! ! ! !

The burning wreckage of the locomotive slammed violently into the wall of qi and blood.

There was a deafening noise.

Metal twisted, parts scattered and flying everywhere.

However, the pale golden wall only rippled violently, like the surface of water tossed with a pebble, before returning to calm.

The overturned motorcycle eventually turned into a pile of twisted, smoking scrap metal, scattered a few meters in front of the bald, muscular man.

Using the recoil, Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng deftly rolled in the air to dissipate the force, landing steadily on the road twenty meters away from the burly man, completely unharmed.

But the two women's expressions darkened completely the moment they landed, their delicate brows furrowing.

Squeak-!
The screech of brakes sounded.

The black SUV swerved and came to a stop ten meters behind them, completely blocking their escape route.

The car door opened, and three more figures exuding the aura of the third rank stepped out.

A woman with a hot figure wearing a tight leather outfit and a man.

There was also a short, stocky dwarf with arms that reached past his knees.

In addition, there was a bald, burly man blocking the way.

Four third-order units!!
This forms a perfect encirclement.

Just to surround and kill two second-tier opponents!?
Su Wanqing and the other two women felt much the same way as Fang Qingyu on the other side.

I can't understand why anyone would go to such lengths to kill them.

Su Wanqing's icy gaze swept over the four people who had surrounded her, and she said coldly.

"who are you?!"

The bald, burly man blocking the road chuckled, cracking his thick neck: "Ha, you've come all the way to our headquarters, and you still ask who we are? Don't you find that ridiculous?"

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng's doubts deepened.

I could see the deep confusion still lingering in the eyes of the two women.

The bald, burly man seemed a little bored, pursed his lips, and added, "If you have to blame someone, blame your captain. Of all people to offend, he had to keep offending our secretary-general."

"Secretary-General?"

Wei Banmeng was taken aback upon hearing this.
As someone who had known Fang Qingyu for a long time, she was very familiar with Fang Qingyu's past.

The forces on the Arctic front are mainly composed of powerful families.
There is no position called Secretary General.

Fang Qingyu had previously offended someone who might hold the position of secretary-general.

There seems to be only one.
"The Assembly of Gods!?"

Her voice was not loud.

But the bald, burly man's mocking smile froze abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Oh? So you knew?"

Immediately, that surprise transformed into an even more cruel grin. "Even better! At least you'll die knowing why, then it won't be a wrong!"

He waved his hand sharply.

"Do it!"

The order to kill was issued.

Four terrifying auras erupted instantly.

A decisive situation, there was no way to avoid it.

But Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng naturally had no intention of surrendering.

Just as the four men were about to strike.

A sudden change occurred!

puff.

A very faint sound, like a flower bud quietly blooming in the dead of night, rang out without warning at Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng's feet.

A flower.

A pure black flower.

It grows from the hard concrete road surface, its petals are supple and eerie, with a black, ink-like viscous flow at the edges, exuding a scent that is a mixture of extreme fragrance and decay.

Immediately afterwards——

Puff puff puff puff.
Like a chain reaction! Around Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng.

Between them and those four murderous, peak-level third-tier individuals.

On the entire blocked street
Countless identical black flowers, as if instantly painted by an invisible brush, bloomed densely and silently from all around.

In the blink of an eye.

A strange and terrifying sea of ​​black flowers appeared out of thin air, gently enveloping Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng, while keeping the four third-tier beings outside.

"The Ten Apostles. The Sixth Mandala"

Upon seeing this, the bald, burly man at the forefront abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The mocking and cruel smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by disbelief and horror.

He stared intently at the suddenly appearing sea of ​​black flowers, his pupils contracting sharply.

The other three also looked grim.
All attacks were abruptly halted, and they gazed in astonishment and uncertainty into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng were both stunned by this sudden turn of events.

They were in the heart of a sea of ​​flowers, yet the deadly fragrance had no effect on them. Instead, a strange sense of peace enveloped them, isolating them from the murderous intent and pressure from the outside world.

The two looked at each other and saw extreme confusion in each other's eyes.

Mandala?
In Su Wanqing's memory, the City of Injustice had never heard of this person!

The streets were deathly silent.

Only the black petals swayed silently, emitting an increasingly rich and subtle fragrance.

The bald, burly man's face was ashen. He suppressed his fear, his gaze fixed on the faint outline of a figure appearing and disappearing deep within the sea of ​​flowers. His voice carried suppressed anger and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension:

"Mandala! You want to interfere in our affairs?!"

His voice echoed through the empty streets, carrying a questioning tone, but also a hint of bravado masking underlying weakness.

Deep in the sea of ​​flowers.

A figure slowly emerged amidst the falling black petals.

She stood suspended in mid-air, about a foot off the ground.

She wore an extremely simple, plain black long dress with an antique style and no superfluous decorations, yet it outlined a breathtakingly slender figure.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands fluttering in the breeze.

He brushed his hand across her smooth forehead and...
A flawless, pure white mask without any facial features or lines.

Only behind the mask, through the holes, are the eyes peering out.

Dark and calm.

She floated there silently, against a backdrop of eerie black mandalas, as if she were the center of the entire dark world.

Upon hearing the bald, burly man's question, a calm, cold female voice, devoid of any discernible emotion, came from beneath the mask:

"I'll take care of this."

He paused, then his calm, unwavering eyes shifted slightly, sweeping over the four people who looked on with alarm. His voice remained indifferent, yet it was as cold as ice:

"So what?"

The bland words made the faces of the four bald, burly men instantly turn even uglier.

This is completely unreasonable protection.

"you"

The bald, burly man wanted to say something more.

But the masked woman didn't give him a chance to speak again.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through the masks and landing on the four people.

His gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it instantly made the four of them feel as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their throats, and their blood seemed to freeze.

Then, a question tinged with a hint of doubt rang out:

"and."

"Who gave you the courage?"

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

boom! ! !
The moment the last word was spoken.

boom--! ! !
This statement is like throwing a boulder into a calm lake.

A vast and unfathomable spiritual pressure accompanied the pervasive fragrance of black datura flowers.

It descended like an invisible tsunami.

Click!Click!
The aura emanating from the bald, muscular man's body flickered violently like a candle in the wind, almost going out.

The other three were also caught off guard and knelt on the ground.

The four third-tier beings, under this terrifying pressure, felt as if all their bones had been removed.

"escape!"

Fortunately, after struggling, the bald, burly man finally managed to squeeze out a syllable.

Without any hesitation, without any communication.

The four of them turned and ran like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

They transformed into four streams of light of different colors, fleeing desperately in different directions without looking back.

It was so fast that it left afterimages in the air.

I only regret that my parents didn't give me two more legs.

In just two or three breaths!
The four third-tier warriors, who had been so menacing just moments before, vanished without a trace like stray dogs.

At the crossroads, only that eerie sea of ​​black datura flowers remained.

And above the sea of ​​flowers, there was a black figure silently suspended, wearing a pure silver mask.

There is also a flower sea center.

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng were still in a state of extreme shock and confusion.

Dead silence.

Only the rustling sound of black petals swaying silently in the breeze could be heard.

The suspended figure slowly descended from the sky, its pure black skirt brushing against the blooming datura flowers on the ground, but without touching a single one.

She turned around to face Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng.

Beneath the mask, a pair of unreadable eyes seemed to be fixed on the two of them.

"Walk."

A clear and unassuming word reached their ears.

"do not speak."

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng suddenly realized what was happening.

Despite the countless questions and turmoil in his heart, the mysterious and terrifying being before him was clearly a friend, not an enemy.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two immediately composed themselves and followed closely behind the black-clad figure.

The three walked silently through the eerie black sea of ​​flowers.

The moment they stepped out from the edge of the sea of ​​flowers.

hum!
It felt as if I had passed through an invisible membrane.

The clamor of voices, the piercing sound of car horns, and the unique background noise of the city rushed into my ears like a tidal wave.

The sunlight became warm and dazzling again.

Traffic flowed continuously through the streets.

Pedestrians hurried along, casting glances of curiosity or indifference at the three people who suddenly appeared by the roadside.

The deathly silent battlefield and the eerie sea of ​​flowers seemed as if they had never existed.

They have returned to the normally functioning streets of the City of Injustice.

The mysterious mandala continued its journey.

He walked straight to a roadside shop selling high-end electronic products.

She seemed very familiar with the place, walking straight through the dazzling array of products to the inconspicuous employee passage at the back of the store.

Push open an iron gate marked "Warehouse restricted area, no unauthorized personnel allowed".

Inside was a narrow space filled with cardboard boxes.

On the wall in the corner, there was an elevator made entirely of some kind of dark silver metal.

The woman walked to the elevator, extended her fingers, clad in black lace gloves, and lightly tapped the smooth metal panel without any buttons.

hum.

The elevator doors slid open silently to both sides.

She went in first.

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng exchanged a glance, suppressed their surprise and doubt, and followed her into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, and a slight feeling of weightlessness followed.

At this moment, only the three of them remained in the enclosed space.

Su Wanqing finally couldn't hold back any longer. Looking at the black figure with his back to them, she cautiously spoke, her voice filled with barely concealed confusion:
"Who are you.?"

Wei Banmeng also stared intently at that figure, her cool eyes filled with inquiry.

Hearing Su Wanqing's question.

The black figure, who had been facing away from them and exuding an aura of unapproachability, slowly turned around.

The sterling silver mask gleamed with a cold luster under the soft light of the elevator ceiling lights.

Beneath the mask, a pair of unreadable eyes seemed to be fixed on the two of them.

then.

A voice, tinged with amusement yet also a hint of helplessness, softly rang out through the mask:

"Haven't you been looking for me all this time?"

(End of this chapter)