High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

"Bang!"

The dilapidated wooden door of the next room was kicked to pieces.

Four masked men in black, armed with weapons, strode in menacingly.

"Oh, it seems the Night Watchers' noses are pretty sharp."

Number Seven immediately recognized the young man in black standing in the center of the room. Although the man was wearing a lifelike mask depicting someone in their late twenties, he still let out a cold laugh:

"Stop pretending, Shen Chang'an. We knew it was you. We just didn't expect you to come all this way alone for an ordinary female classmate."

Despite being called by his real name so readily, Shen Chang'an showed no sign of panic. He simply reached out and took off the worn-out guitar case from his back, placing it at his feet.

"Now that you know who I am, things will be much easier."

Shen Chang'an opened the guitar case and, to the astonishment of the group of evil cultivators, assembled the two heavy black metal rods together.

"Click".

A heavy long spear, Jieyun, appeared in his hand.

"Anyway, none of you are getting away tonight."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Chang'an held the gun in one hand and casually flicked his wrist.

"Swish! Swish!"

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Two sharp spear beams, like black lightning, streaked through the air, severing the other thick iron chains binding Li Xiwan with perfect precision, without even tearing a corner of her clothes.

This precise control of power instantly made the four evil cultivators opposite them abandon their contempt.

"What an arrogant tone!"

Number Eight gripped the large, ghost-headed sword tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with excitement and cruelty.

"Since you've willingly delivered yourself to our doorstep to seek death, then we brothers will take this opportunity to test just how good you really are, this legendary eighteen-year-old fifth-realm genius!"

The words fell.

Numbers 7, 8, 9, and 10, four evil cultivators exuding turbid energy and murderous intent, tacitly spread out in a fan shape, trapping Shen Chang'an and the unconscious Li Xiwan in a dead corner of the dilapidated brick wall.

Battle is imminent.

"Let's do it!"

With a fierce shout from Number Seven, the already dilapidated bungalow began to crack under the strain.

"Hahaha! Taste my Shadow Binding Death Formation!"

Number Nine burst into excited laughter, frantically forming hand seals. The floor of the entire room instantly collapsed, and countless thick, ink-like black mists surged from the ground, transforming into countless tangible black tentacles that swept over Shen Chang'an, attempting to trap him completely in place.

Facing these four evil cultivators, all of whom were unleashing fluctuations of the fourth realm, Shen Chang'an's face remained completely calm.

He steadily extended his left arm, wrapping it around the unconscious Li Xiwan's slender waist, protecting her firmly between his left shoulder and chest. Then, wielding the heavy spear Jieyun upside down in one hand, he powerfully propelled himself forward with both legs!

"Bang!"

The bricks beneath their feet instantly turned to dust. Holding Li Xiwan, Shen Chang'an shot into the sky like a spring up from the ground, smashing through the already dilapidated ceiling and leaping into the air.

"Burn it for me."

Shen Chang'an's eyes turned cold, and a dark red flame blazed brightly deep within his pupils.

"boom--!!!"

A raging torrent of black flames surged from his right hand, pouring down from the spear like a burst dam!

The thick black mist, which was said to be able to trap cultivators of the same level, was like snow meeting the scorching sun the moment it came into contact with the black flames. It didn't even last a second before being burned into nothingness!

Not only that, the black sparks falling from the sky were like a persistent affliction, directly splashing onto the four people below.

"Ugh! What kind of ghost fire is this! I can't put it out!"

"Don't pat it with your hands! The more you pat it, the more it will burn!"

The four evil cultivators of the fourth realm were instantly thrown into chaos.

The black flames could even ignite their protective spiritual energy. Left with no other choice, they could only frantically swing their weapons, tearing away their flame-stained clothes along with their flesh, leaving them covered in blood.

Just when they were overwhelmed by the black flames.

Shen Chang'an, who was in mid-air, suddenly disappeared like a ghost.

"Ninth Brother! Behind you!!"

Number Seven, who had just shaved off a piece of his burning clothes, suddenly raised his head and let out a scream that was distorted and filled with bloodlust.

late.

The maniacal laughter on Number Nine's face was still frozen at the corner of his mouth when a chilling whistling sound exploded behind his head.

With Li Xiwan in his arms, Shen Chang'an appeared silently behind Number Nine, like a death god descending to earth.

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced through Number Nine's back without any resistance, going straight through his chest, and a spray of warm blood gushed from the dark red spear tip.

Number Nine froze, looking down incredulously at the gun blade in his chest.

Shen Chang'an didn't even glance at him, and forcefully shook the gun handle with his right hand.

"Buzz!"

A violent surge of internal energy erupted from the gun barrel. Number Nine's internal organs were instantly shattered into a bloody pulp. Before he could even scream, the life force in his eyes was completely extinguished, and he slumped against the gun barrel like a lump of mud.

"Ninth Brother!!!"

Number 10 and Number 8 watched helplessly as their companion was instantly killed, and their eyes turned red with rage.

"I'll kill you!"

With a roar, the two men, one on the left and one on the right, brandished daggers coated with deadly poison and a large, ghost-headed broadsword, and fiercely pounced on Shen Chang'an, attempting to take advantage of his weakness of holding someone with one hand to capture him.

"Don't be impulsive! Keep your distance! Don't engage him in close combat!!!"

Number Seven was terrified.

As the person with the highest combat intelligence in this group, he knew all too well how terrifying a close-combat ability could be for someone who could instantly kill a cultivator of the same level. Charging in at this distance was simply suicide!

Number Seven frantically formed hand seals, attempting to unleash a ranged spell to provide support.

However, Shen Chang'an merely turned his head slightly, his eyes, burning with dark red flames, fixed intently on Number Seven.

"boom!"

Number Seven's pupils suddenly contracted. He didn't even sense any spiritual energy trajectory before a ball of violent black flames exploded out of thin air in his chest!

"ah--!!!"

The black flames instantly engulfed Number Seven, who let out an extremely shrill scream. He turned into a black fireball, rolling and struggling wildly on the ground, his spell instantly interrupted.

At the same time, the attacks from Number Eight and Number Ten had already reached Shen Chang'an.

On the left is a razor-sharp sword that can cut through iron like mud, and on the right is a poisoned dagger aimed straight for the throat.

Shen Chang'an still held Li Xiwan firmly with his left arm. His eyes were cold, and with a flick of his wrist, he withdrew his spear.

"when!!!"

Jieyun's thick spear shaft blocked Number Eight's descending ghost-head saber with incredible precision at an unbelievable angle. The terrifying power of the Fifth Realm rebounded along the blade, shattering Number Eight's hand and sending the ghost-head saber flying.

Before Number Eight could scream, Shen Chang'an used the springiness of the parry to smoothly swing the spear horizontally.

"Whoosh—"

The dark red gun blade, like a black crescent moon, sliced ​​across Number Ten's neck on the right side.

Blood gushed into the sky like a fountain, and the masked head of Number Ten flew off, taking two steps forward before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

After dealing with Number Ten, Shen Chang'an suddenly exerted force with his waist, and his right leg, like a steel whip, lashed out with a sonic boom as it tore through the air, striking Number Eight's chest, which was now wide open!

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out. Number Eight's sternum caved in instantly, and he was sent flying like a rag doll, as if hit by a speeding train. He slammed against the wall and slid down, bleeding from all seven orifices, completely dead.

Flowing like clouds and flowing like water, sweeping away everything in its path!