All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Chapter 78 Thunder and Fire Break the Altar, the Traitor Finally Revealed

With a low shout from Lu Shouzhen, all the talismans on his waist lit up at the same time.

The pure and powerful spiritual energy instantly swept across the surrounding area.

Fu Zene could feel that at this moment, the magical power on his body surged!

If Feng Xuan's magic carries the composure and complexity of the Gezaoshan spiritual treasure rituals, then Lu Shouzhen's magic is even more powerful, carrying the wild and domineering nature of the Maoshan Shangqing thunder and fire lineage.

Lu Shouzhen formed hand seals and stepped on the protective barrier.

"The Supreme Purity True Dharma, the Five Thunders Open the Way!"

Five thunder talismans flew out of his sleeve at the same time, spontaneously combusting in mid-air without fire, transforming into five dazzling bolts of lightning that struck the altar from different directions.

This move sent chills down Fu Ze's spine!

The Japanese sorcerer's fist suddenly tightened.

He had been managing to protect the altar while simultaneously supporting Yan Heting with the Green Lamp Mirror Technique, and he seemed to be handling everything with ease. However, Lu Shouzhen's Five Thunder Opening the Way technique clearly showed that he had used his true abilities.

He had to immediately withdraw the magic power that had been supporting Yan Heting and focus all his efforts on dealing with Lu Shouzhen's attack!

The flames of the three lamps suddenly surged.

One by one, the paper figures on the altar stood up, and Fei Fu blocked the lightning.

boom!

The first bolt of lightning shattered more than a dozen paper figures.

The second bolt of lightning pierced through the curtain of blue lanterns.

The third bolt of lightning struck directly next to the small mirror, causing several fine cracks to appear on its surface.

The Japanese sorcerer groaned, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

His expression was sinister, his hands formed hand seals even faster, and he chanted a series of incantations.

The syllables are short and abrupt, with a strange sense of pause.

Fu Ze couldn't understand them, but he could sense a cold and eerie curse power within those voices, gradually seeping into the altar, the green lamp, and the mirror.

The next moment, a flash of blue light appeared beneath Yan Heting's feet.

His aura was obscured by the blue mist, causing Fu Ze and the others to be a beat slower in perceiving his movements.

Han Zhenyue's expression changed.

"Here we go again with this damn stunt!"

Yan Heting had already reached him.

He struck out with his palm.

Han Zhenyue crossed his arms to block the attack.

boom!

He was knocked back two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Luo Dingfang attacked from the side, but was knocked away by Yan Heting's elbow.

boom!

If Luo Dingfang hadn't reacted quickly and used his body to deflect 70% of the force, that elbow strike would have been enough to break his ribs.

The oppression of the Grandmaster Dan Jin still evokes the same terror.

Even with Zhao Rui and Tang Ziming, two Grandmasters of Transformation Realm, working together to restrain Yan Heting, he remained like a heavy mountain blocking the altar.

Fu Ze took a deep breath.

"We can't delay any longer!"

The red line below the altar grew brighter and brighter, and the gunpowder aura deep within the armory grew increasingly agitated.

In a moment, the Japanese sorcerer might actually detonate the entire arsenal.

What's more troublesome is that this long-planned altar seems to be more than just a connection to explosives.

In Fu Zeling's vision, the red threads, blue threads, and yellow paper incantations intertwined, some heading towards the inner vault, while others extended far beyond the armory—

As long as this altar remains standing, Wenlong will remain in a precarious situation.

Tang Ziming also sensed something was wrong from a distance, and he roared at his personal guards behind him.

"Inner Treasury! Get to the inner treasury right now! Move all the explosive boxes aside, find the talisman wire, find the ignition source!"

A squad of personal guards immediately rushed into the depths.

But soon, intense gunfire erupted from inside.

Clearly, the rebels have not been completely wiped out.

Tang Ziming's personal guards are engaged in fierce fighting with them.

Tang Ziming gritted his teeth and personally led his men to rush in.

"Ah Rui, keep an eye on this old man!"

Zhao Rui sneered.

"Don't worry."

After saying that, he fired both guns in quick succession.

Bang bang bang!

Each shot was extremely cunning, aimed at Yan Heting's eye, throat, knee, and ankle—

Yan Heting tried to forcibly stop Fu Ze several times, but Zhao Rui's gun forced him to pause or deviate slightly each time.

However, Zhao Rui wasn't having an easy time either.

Yan Heting casually sent bricks, wood chips, iron scraps, and bullet casings flying toward Zhao Rui; each object was as terrifying as a bullet.

He could only fire while rolling and dodging, and soon he had several more bloody gashes on his body.

Seeing this, Lu Shouzhen took out the talisman again.

This time, the talisman he took out was a darker color, and there were faint golden lines within the cinnabar lines.

A flicker of pain crossed his face.

"This is a True Thunder Talisman that I painstakingly crafted, my most treasured possession."

Fu Ze was forced back by Yan Heting's palm strike, but he still managed to reply with a few words when he heard this.

"Master Lu, I'll have Commander Chen compensate you later!"

Lu Shouzhen smiled.

"You're quite impolite!"

Despite his words, he still threw out the talisman.

Boom!

As the lightning talisman flew out, the entire armory seemed to light up for a moment.

Boom boom boom—this time it wasn't just one bolt of lightning, but five or six bolts of lightning, striking down in all directions.

The green lamp shook violently.

The small mirror on the altar finally couldn't withstand the pressure and cracked into several pieces with a snap.

The Japanese sorcerer suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood—he had already been injured by the lightning talisman, but he still forced his palm to press against the shattered mirror.

The lens cut his palm, and blood flowed into the mirror through the crack. The mirror slowly absorbed the blood.

The next moment, the remaining paper figures beside the altar all looked up at the same time!

On the face of each paper figure, a tiny line of blood appeared.

At that moment, Zhao Rui fired another shot at Yan Heting's eye.

The angle of that shot was extremely tricky!

Yan Heting might not be able to completely evade the attack from the two Grandmasters of Internal Energy, but a paper figure next to him suddenly burst into flames.

The bullet seemed to be deflected by an invisible force, striking the ashes of the paper figure.

Zhao Rui's face was grim.

"This fucking can actually block it?"

Fu Ze's heart sank.

"Damn it! Dan Jin is already strong, but this Japanese sorcerer is using paper figures, mirrors, and blue lamps from behind to shield him from disaster, conceal his aura, and gain the upper hand. This teamwork is a bit troublesome."

but--

The paper figure deflected the bullet, but it couldn't deflect Lu Shouzhen's lightning talisman anymore!

Yan Heting's heart skipped a beat; he finally sensed a real crisis!

One of the bolts of lightning had already struck his head!

"Croak!"

A sound like the croaking of a giant frog came from Yan Heting's chest, and his whole body seemed to grow larger. He slapped out with both hands at the same time, and actually smashed the lightning into pieces!

However, wisps of black smoke also emerged from his palm.

Yan Heting is injured!

This is the first time he has been truly injured so far tonight.

When he was struck by Lu Shouzhen's lightning, his blood and qi surged, his whole body went numb, and he even experienced a brief period of stagnation and paralysis.

Seizing the moment, Fu Ze stepped forward and swept past Yan Heting diagonally!

Yan Heting grabbed it with his backhand.

His five fingers, like iron hooks, gripped Fu Ze's shoulder.

Fu Ze dared not let him get a firm grip.

Golden light covered his left arm, blocking the attack for a moment.

Click.

The golden light shattered.

But with the force of this grab, his body accelerated and turned, as if he had been thrown out, heading straight for the core of the altar!

A hint of shock flashed in Yan Heting's eyes.

"You've got some nerve."

He wanted to keep chasing, but the numbness in his body hadn't completely disappeared. Moreover, Han Zhenyue had already roared and pounced from behind, like a maddened brown bear, actually grabbing half of Yan Heting's body.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Luo Dingfang also grabbed Yan Heting's other wrist at the same time.

The two Grandmasters of Transformation Force exerted all their strength and finally managed to subdue the Grandmaster of Core Formation.

Yan Heting's eyes turned cold.

His blood and qi surged violently.

boom!

Han Zhenyue was so shocked that he coughed up blood and flew backward.

Luo Dingfang also grunted and stepped back, his palm splitting open at the base of his thumb.

But taking advantage of this time, Fu Ze had already rushed to the altar.

For the first time, a clear sense of panic appeared in the eyes of the Japanese sorcerer.

He raised both hands, and the remaining paper figures all flew up, transforming into a dense array of paper blades that swept towards Fu Ze.

Fu Ze's left hand was already a little numb, so he could only grip the lightning-struck jujube wood dagger with his right hand.

"Shangqing Cave God, Thunder and Fire Dispel Evil!"

The magic dagger burst forth with blue-white lightning, slashing back and forth, charring and shattering the paper blade piece by piece.

However, a few pieces still managed to slip through the net, grazing Fu Ze's shoulders and back, leaving bloodstains.

Japanese sorcerers simultaneously manipulated the blue lamp.

Two of the three green lamps suddenly elongated their flames, like two green ghost hands reaching for Fu Ze's eyes.

Lu Shouzhen forced himself to throw out another talisman.

"break!"

The talisman shattered one of the ghost hands.

The other one was already in front of Fu Ze.

Fu Ze simply closed his eyes.

The spiritual vision shifts to introspection, using the energy to lock onto the core of the altar.

He no longer looked at the blue flames, the paper figures, or the movements of the Japanese sorcerer. He only looked at the core energy connecting the altar, the inner treasury explosives, and the chaotic command talisman network!

"Found it!"

Fu Ze suddenly opened his eyes.

He threw the lightning-struck jujube wood dagger in his hand, which flew straight towards the altar like a blue-white bolt of lightning.

puff!

The dagger pierced the base of the blue lamp in the center of the altar.

The Japanese sorcerer's expression changed drastically.

"No!"

Fu Ze formed hand seals, and all the spiritual energy he had just recovered surged out, connecting with his magic dagger from a distance.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"

"Thunder and fire form the blade, penetrating the divine and dispelling evil!"

Boom!

Lightning burst forth from the base of the blue lamp.

The entire altar exploded instantly!

One after another, the green lamps shattered.

All the paper figures spontaneously combusted, and there were even faint, sharp wails.

The already cracked mirror was completely shattered into pieces.

Deep within the armory, the red line that had been activated seemed to have been severed at its root, quickly fading into darkness.

"It's a success!"

Fu Ze felt a sense of relief.

At the same time, the atmosphere outside the armory seemed to relax slightly.

The small yellow paper talismans attached to the corners of the walls, the lintels of the doors, and the gun racks were losing their luster one by one.

At a street corner in the distance, many of the controlled soldiers who had been confronting their personal guards suddenly lost their blue light and blankly lowered their guns.

The military command perception that had been forcibly distorted finally began to return to normal.

Fu Ze knew he had made the right bet!

By breaking the altar, one has won more than half the battle.

Cough cough--

The Japanese sorcerer coughed up blood and knelt amidst the ruins of a broken altar. He looked up at Fu Ze, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Little warlock, I'll remember you."

His body began to wither rapidly.

Fu Ze's eyes turned cold.

"Another stunt double? They're doing this stunt again!"

He endured the numbness in his left arm, grabbed the lightning-struck jujube wood dagger, and slashed down with it.

The Japanese sorcerer's body was cut in two.

But there was no flesh and blood inside, only a very thin layer of paper.

The paper garment tore open and turned to ashes.

A twisted black humanoid shadow darted through a crack in the ground and fled swiftly toward the back of the armory.

Fu Ze wanted to give chase, but Yan Heting had already blocked his way.

Yan Heting looked extremely disheveled, finally losing his previous nonchalant demeanor.

His hands were charred black, his right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and most of his clothes on his back were burned, with the skin and flesh rolled back, and a faint smell of burnt blood could be smelled. These were all injuries left from taking the lightning talisman from Lu Shouzhen.

Two bloody lines appeared on his shoulder from Zhao Rui's punch, and his clothes were torn.

When the altar shattered, the azure mist that the Japanese sorcerer had imbued him with also backfired. That chilling power surged back, causing Yan Heting's blood and qi to churn, his strength to become disordered, and making it difficult for him to maintain his power.

In addition, a small section of his left rib collapsed, a result of Han Zhenyue's punch that landed despite him spitting blood!

For an ordinary person, the combination of lightning, bullets, internal force backlash, and magical backlash would have killed them dozens of times over.

Even a Grandmaster of Internal Energy would have died long ago if he suffered such an injury.

But Yan Heting was still alive, his blood and qi rising and falling, like a furnace whose outer shell had been blown open but was still burning.

This is no longer a strong physique in the ordinary sense, but a terrifying vitality that only a grandmaster of Dan Jin can possess after cultivating vitality, blood, tendons and bones to the extreme depths.

It has already begun to evolve towards a "non-human" state!

Fu Ze said loudly.

"Master Lu, don't worry about this. You must kill that Japanese sorcerer and eliminate him completely!"

"good!"

Lu Shouzhen's face turned pale as he quickly chased after the twisted black figure on the ground.

Fu Ze looked at Yan Heting, his tone sarcastic.

"Old man, you're quite loyal to the Japanese, aren't you? Your master has already fled like a stray dog, and you're still holding on here?"

Han Zhenyue got up from the ground, his mouth covered in blood.

Luo Dingfang steadied himself, his right hand trembling slightly.

Zhao Rui raised both guns, aiming the muzzles at Yan Heting's eyes.

Tang Ziming rushed back from the direction of the inner warehouse and also raised his gun to aim at his back.

Yan Heting looked around.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"I'm not playing tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stomped on the ground and shattered it.

boom!

Gravel, sawdust, dust, and gunpowder residue exploded simultaneously, obscuring everyone's view.

Zhao Rui and Tang Ziming immediately opened fire.

Boom!

The bullet entered the smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Yan Heting had already retreated to the vicinity of the back door of the armory.

Two more bloody gashes appeared on his left shoulder, clearly from being hit by bullets.

But he still didn't die.

He turned and glanced at Fu Ze.

"At the initial stage of Transformation Realm, you dare to break through right under the nose of a Core Formation Realm expert. Kid, you've got guts."

Fu Ze gripped the magic dagger tightly.

"Old man, you've been reduced to this state, yet you still managed to escape. You're pretty tough."

He knew that he probably couldn't stop the other side today.

His spiritual energy was completely depleted, and his physical strength was at its limit. Han Zhenyue and the other man probably couldn't fight anymore, so they could only rely on Zhao Rui and Tang Ziming's bullets.

But given their current state, it's almost impossible for them to retain a Grandmaster of Dan Jin.

Even if the other party was also seriously injured—

Yan Heting smiled faintly.

"If Dan Jin is so easy to kill, then all my years of boxing training have been for nothing."

After saying that, he flashed and disappeared into the night outside the back door.

Han Zhenyue wanted to chase after him, but as soon as he took a step, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Fu Ze shook his head.

"Forget it, we can't catch up. Let's protect the armory first."

Although Tang Ziming and the others were unwilling, they knew it was the truth.

Moreover, the armory is the most important thing right now.

Tang Ziming immediately led his men to search the internal treasury.

Deep inside the armory, all the rebel soldiers had been killed, and the ground was littered with corpses!

Tang Ziming looked at the dozen or so boxes of explosives, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

If this thing explodes, not only will the armory be lost, but half of the surrounding streets will be torn up.

"Move all of these out separately!"

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Gunpowder, shells, and firearms, restock and store them. Register all personnel who handled them. After tonight, all keys to the armory will be replaced, and the seals will be recast!"

The guards immediately got to work.

Zhao Rui leaned against a wooden box, his chest heaving.

He looked in the direction Yan Heting had left, unusually quiet and without a word of laughter.

"A Grandmaster of Dan Jin? Is it really that outrageous?"

Han Zhenyue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a muffled voice.

"My skills haven't reached that level yet, but I can still imagine achieving it."

Luo Dingfang sat on the ground, slowly reattaching his sprained fingers, the pain causing veins to throb on his forehead, yet he continued.

Fu Ze also took a breath.

The martial arts internal energy was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

What is the corresponding level of the sorcerer, and what is the command for that?

At this moment, Lu Shoukai returned.

He brought good news.

"I'm honored to have fulfilled my mission! I utterly annihilated that Japanese sorcerer, his soul scattered to the winds. I originally intended to capture him alive, but unfortunately, I failed."

Fu Ze gave a wry smile.

"Master Lu killed the Japanese sorcerer, but we couldn't stop Yan Heting."

Lu Shoukai shook his head.

"We can generalize about power. If a sorcerer's spiritual energy is depleted, then he is no different from an ordinary person. Even if a Grandmaster of Dan Jin is seriously injured, his vitality is like that of a tiger or a bear."

Next, Tang Ziming led his men to take inventory of the internal treasury.

Lu Shoukai then strode to the remains of the altar and searched for the remaining talismans and artifacts.

Fu Ze also squatted down to check.

Among the ashes, besides some burned paper figures and broken mirrors, there was also a half-charred wooden plaque.

Lu Shoukai didn't touch the wooden plaque at first, but instead gently flicked it with a talisman through the ashes.

"Be careful. Japanese sorcerers like to hide spells in their personal belongings, especially things that can indicate one's identity. It's definitely a bit sinister."

Fu Ze nodded.

He used his spiritual vision to examine the wooden plaque for a moment, confirming that most of the magical power on it had been dispersed by the lightning and fire earlier, before reaching out to take it out.

The wooden plaque felt slightly cool to the touch.

Unlike ordinary wood, it looks as if it has been soaked in seawater and smoked with incense for many years.

There was a small scorch mark around the edge. It was something the Japanese sorcerer wanted to destroy when he fled, but he didn't have time to burn it completely.

This also shows that the information on the wooden sign is very important.

Fu Ze picked it up.

One side of the wooden plaque was engraved with an unfamiliar pattern, which looked like a wave pattern or a Japanese family crest.

On the other side, a name is engraved in Chinese characters.

Wei Zhenting

Tang Ziming happened to walk over and saw these three words; his expression changed instantly.

Fu Ze raised an eyebrow when he saw his expression.

"What, you know him?"

Tang Ziming gritted his teeth.

"He is the director of the logistics department of the city defense command."

Upon hearing this, the people around understood.

Tonight, after all the scattered threads, we finally found a thread to grasp.

Zhao Rui sneered.

"No wonder forged seals, transfer orders, and weapons could all be linked together."

Fu Ze looked at the half-burnt inscription on the wooden plaque.

"It seems that the mole within Wenlong City has finally surfaced tonight."