The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

Before Bai Ling collapsed, she used her last bit of consciousness to cover her ears tightly.

The four plainclothes officers didn't react as strongly as Bai Ling.

They were farther away than Bai Ling, so the impact they received was slightly less, but only slightly.

The sonic waves of Blood Roar struck them head-on, and the four of them froze as if they had been hit on the head by an invisible hammer.

The gun was still pointed at Xu Jiande, and his finger was still on the trigger, but his mind had gone completely blank.

A layer of grayish-white mist welled up in the eyes of the plainclothes officer on the far left. His pupils dilated and then contracted sharply. His mouth was open but he couldn't make a sound, as if someone had covered his mouth.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a brick the size of a goose egg flying toward his face.

The moment Xu Jiande finished shouting, he simultaneously threw the brick in his hand.

This strike was delivered with all my might. Demonic energy surged into my arm, and with a flick of my wrist, the stone flew out with a sharp whooshing sound, like a cannonball being fired.

The sharp edges of the stone traced a straight path through the air, striking precisely on the forehead of the plainclothes officer furthest away.

Because it was furthest away, it was least affected by the Blood Roar and reacted the fastest.

But "fastest" is only relative.

His mind was still in a daze, and his body was not under his control. By the time he realized something was flying towards him, the stone had already hit him on the forehead.

A sharp crack. It sounded like someone had smashed a watermelon with a hammer.

A fist-sized hole appeared on the man's forehead, from which white bone fragments and dark red brain matter gushed, mixing with blood and flowing down his nose.

His body stiffened, and he fell backward, the pistol slipping from his hand and crashing onto the bluestone slab with a crisp clang.

The other three were still recovering from the impact of Blood Roar.

Their bodies were still standing there, but their consciousness had been shaken into a complete mess. Their eyes were open but they couldn't see anything, and their ears were filled with a buzzing roar.

Xu Jiande continued charging forward and threw a punch. This punch landed on the throat of a Japanese soldier.

The Adam's apple is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body.

When Xu Jiande's fist slammed down, the man didn't even have time to react instinctively.

With a crisp snap, the sound of the Adam's apple breaking was lighter and fainter than the sound of the forehead breaking, like a chopstick being snapped in two.

The man's eyes bulged out suddenly, and he opened his mouth to breathe, but his trachea was blocked by broken bones.

He dropped the rifle with both hands, grabbed his own throat, and his face turned a deep purple at a visible speed.

Xu Jiande didn't look at him, twisted his body, and threw another punch.

The third person's Adam's apple also broke.

Then came the fourth punch. All of them were aimed at the throat.

From the moment the roar subsided to the fourth punch shattering the Adam's apple, the entire process took less than ten seconds.

The four plainclothes officers lay on the ground, some already dead, others still convulsing, their feet kicking unconsciously, raising small wisps of dust from the cobblestones.

Xu Jiande looked at them and stomped on them four times in a row. Each stomp landed on their necks, cleanly and decisively breaking their cervical vertebrae.

This is the finishing blow.

Otherwise, if the other party isn't dead and gets shot in the back, it'll be troublesome.

After tempering his body with demonic energy, he had a clear understanding of his current strength. A punch that shattered his Adam's apple would almost certainly kill him, but what if someone with a special constitution survived? He couldn't leave any survivors.

Bold yet meticulous, ruthless and vicious.

The four plainclothes officers were now definitely dead.

Xu Jiande stood there, panting heavily. A warm current surged from the bodies of the four dead plainclothes officers, seeping into his body through his pores and flowing along his meridians to his dantian.

This warm current was more intense than ever before, like pouring in a large bowl of boiling ginger soup. The heat spread from my lower abdomen to my limbs and bones, and the muscles in my arms trembled slightly.

The wound on my leg is healing at a perceptible speed.

He seemed much more energetic.

But at the same time, another feeling welled up. Pain.

Especially his lungs. That bloodthirsty roar just now had injured his own throat and lungs.

Every breath he took felt like someone was pricking his lungs with needles. Inhaling was painful, and exhaling was a dull ache. With each breath, it felt like someone was stuffing a lump of red-hot iron filings into his chest.

He tried to swallow, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat—it was blood.

He lowered his head and spat on the ground, the saliva containing fine streaks of blood.

The backlash was enormous.

Despite the excruciating pain in his lungs, Xu Jiande bent down and began searching the body.

They clearly knew they couldn't stay here too long; the Blood Roar was too loud and would definitely attract the nearby Japanese soldiers.

He moved quickly and found four pistols on the four corpses. They were Nambu Type 14 pistols, also known as the "Turtle Box" pistols, along with eight hand grenades and four magazines.

He stuffed the pistol and grenades into his clothes and put the magazines in his pocket. He thought to himself, "This morning I was thinking about killing a few Japanese devils tonight to avenge the three innocent neighbors who were killed in the courtyard. Now the Japanese devils have actually delivered themselves to my door."

That's a pretty good attitude; they're willingly accepting their fate.

Then he turned to look at Bai Ling.

Bai Ling has already fainted.

She lay on her side on the ground, her hands still covering her ears, her face as white as a sheet.

Xu Jiande squatted down and checked her breathing. She was still breathing, but she was unconscious.

She was closest to Xu Jiande, so she suffered the most from the impact of the Blood Roar. In addition, she was already injured, so it was normal for her to fall into a coma.

Xu Jiande glanced towards the entrance of the alley.

No one has come yet, but he doesn't have much time left.

He took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in his lungs, and placed the four Japanese soldiers in the corner, covering them with some scrap material. Then he pulled Bai Ling up from the ground and carried her on his back.

One hand supported the back of her legs, while the other hand wrapped around her waist from behind.

He took a few steps back and then sped towards the three-meter-high blue brick wall.

Carrying the weight of another person and climbing over a three-meter-high wall is completely different from climbing over it alone.

He needed one hand to support Bai Ling, leaving only the other hand to climb over the wall.

When he jumped, the force of his right leg pushing off the ground was at least twice as much as usual, and his foot left a shallow white mark on the bluestone slab.

He leaped into the air, grabbed the top of the wall with his left hand, and the muscles in his right arm tensed instantly.

The power he gained from tempering his body with demonic energy erupted at this moment. His five fingers dug into the cracks in the bricks like nails, forcefully supporting the weight of two people on one hand.

He pried open a few loose bricks on the top of the wall, and brick fragments fell down in a flurry.

Xu Jiande gritted his teeth, making a cracking sound, and used his waist and abdomen to push off the wall with his right leg, using the force to lift both of their bodies upwards.

The excruciating pain in his lungs reached its peak at this moment; every strain felt like someone was cutting his alveoli with a knife.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto Bai Ling's arm that hung in front of his chest.

Fortunately, we finally made it up.

Xu Jiande squatted on the wall, catching his breath. Not daring to linger for too long, he grabbed Bai Ling and jumped to the other side of the wall.

My knees bent when I landed, and I almost lost my balance.

He adjusted Bai Ling's position on his back and then started running.

Xu Jiande ran very fast. He deliberately chose to walk through alleys, alleys connected to alleys, and side streets leading to side streets.

He was quite familiar with the terrain of this area. After all, the original owner of this body had lived in this neighborhood for more than ten years, and he knew exactly where every alley led.

After jogging quickly for about ten minutes and confirming that no one was following him, Xu Jiande turned into a small park.

He then placed Bai Ling on a bench and pinched her philtrum.

My fingers were still trembling slightly, I didn't know if it was a side effect of using too much force or if the backlash from Blood Roar hadn't subsided yet.

After a while, Bai Ling's eyelids twitched.

Then Youyou opened her eyes.

Bai Ling's eyes were somewhat unfocused. Her pupils slowly focused, and after recognizing Xu Jiande as the person in front of her, she suddenly sat up.

The sitting down aggravated the wound on her left rib, causing her to gasp in pain. But she ignored the pain, bracing herself on the bench with one hand and grabbing Xu Jiande's hand with the other.

"You just now..." She only managed to say three words before realizing her voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping wood.

Although the ringing in my ears had stopped, my mind was still filled with images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Xu Jiande reached out to interrupt her, saying, "Don't speak, calm down first."

Bai Ling nodded, still feeling nauseous.

Then I felt that I was really lucky to have met a peerless martial arts master from the common people, and my first thought was to bring this person into the party.