I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The rain was still falling, but this corner of Tianfu Square had become eerily quiet.

The three-headed mutated Bengal tiger, which had been so arrogant and looked down on humans, was now lying in the puddles, emitting low growls that sounded like whimpers. It wasn't meant to intimidate, but rather a tremor from the depths of its soul—an instinctive fear of being utterly crushed by a superior level of life.

Before them, the three figures with their toes barely off the ground and their green robes fluttering in the wind seemed to be the only source of light in this stormy night.

Purple lightning crackled and popped on the leader's sword, each flash making the air in the room feel even hotter.

"Is this...is this an illusion?"

The special operations team members from Bureau 749, leaning against the ruins, watched this scene, which seemed like a myth, without even noticing the broken knife in their hands fall to the ground.

"Old...Old Zhao?"

Captain Wang Jie, his face covered in blood, stared intently at the figure in red and blue, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible. He couldn't believe that his former comrade-in-arms, who had fought alongside him through thick and thin and who, after retiring, had reportedly become a security guard in the Kunlun Mountains, was now floating in the sky like a god.

Upon hearing the call, the figure trembled slightly.

Zhao Feng lowered his head, looking at the horrific state of his former teammates—their left arms broken, their eye sockets ruptured, their bodies soaked in mud and blood. Then, glancing at the corpses of his young comrades around him, smashed into a bloody pulp, the red and blue light in Zhao Feng's eyes surged instantly, and an intensely suppressed killing intent swept across the entire area.

"Sorry we're late."

Zhao Feng's voice was choked with emotion, but he didn't stop to reminisce.

He took a deep breath, his hands suddenly forming a hand seal, and an extremely cold burst of icy air instantly erupted from his palms.

"Ice Age, sealed!"

Click!Click!

Countless crystal-clear ice walls rose out of thin air, precisely bypassing everyone and sealing off the subway entrance behind them. At the same time, they acted as an insurmountable barrier, protecting the injured special police officers behind them.

"Don't move yet, let us clean it up first." Zhao Feng turned his head and looked at the three mutated tigers, his tone instantly turning icy. "Senior Brother, Iron Hammer, these beasts have killed too many people... Don't let them die too easily."

Chu Tian, ​​who was in the lead, had a cold, sharp gaze.

He looked at the "mountain" pinned to the ground by the oppressive force of his sword energy, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"happy?"

Chu Tian shook his head, his fingers lightly brushing against the Azure Nether Sword Box on his back:

"Cultivating immortality is about achieving longevity, but if you can't even protect all living beings, what kind of immortality are you cultivating?"

"Iron Hammer, those two smaller ones are yours. I'll 'skin-fix' this big one."

"Alright, Senior Brother!"

The burly man, Wang Tiechui, who had been silent all along, finally grinned.

A fanaticism, completely out of character, surfaced on his honest face.

He suddenly pulled out the giant black iron hammer from behind his back, and his body, which was just slightly off the ground, suddenly sank down. He didn't even deploy his spiritual energy shield, and his whole body slammed straight to the ground due to gravity.

Boom! ! !

A dull, loud bang exploded on the ground.

The moment Wang Tiechui's feet touched the ground, the hammer crashed down simultaneously. The hard marble floor groaned under the weight and then cracked, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly outwards from him.

"roar!"

The two smaller mutated tigers—"Erwei" and "Little Tyrant"—were, after all, late-stage Qi Refining demon beasts. After the initial fear, their ferocity was fully unleashed.

They realized that the burly man in front of them did not possess that terrifying aura of lightning, and that he had actually taken the initiative to retract his suspended body and choose to clash head-on with the ground.

That's suicide!

"Little Tyrant" was the first to make a move.

It was the most agile of the three tigers, the very one that had just severed the SWAT officers' hands and feet. Its silhouette blurred in the rainy night as it instantly circled into Wang Jie and the others' blind spot, opening its blood-red maw to lunge at Wang Tiechui's throat!

That's incredibly fast!

Wang Jie instinctively wanted to shout a warning, but before he could speak, he witnessed a scene that shattered his worldview.

Faced with this attack that could tear an armored vehicle apart, Wang Tiechui didn't even turn his head.

He simply and roughly raised his left hand.

There were no fancy moves; it was just like swatting flies.

Snapped!

A crisp, teeth-grinding sound of bones shattering rang out.

The mutated tiger, which was four meters long and weighed two tons, was actually held in mid-air by Wang Tiechui's single hand around the neck!

No matter how wildly it swung its four claws, no matter how its tail lashed at Wang Tiechui's body, it was as if it were just tickling the iron tower. Wang Tiechui's muscles suddenly tensed, and a layer of dark golden luster appeared beneath his skin, as if his flesh and blood had been forged into steel in an instant.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Wang Tiechui looked at the frantically struggling giant beast in his hands, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Didn't you like to eat people?"

Wang Tiechui smiled innocently, but to others, that smile was more terrifying than a demon.

"Hey Grandpa Hammer, give him a good kick!"

After saying that, he swung his right arm in a wide arc.

call--!

The massive black hammer, weighing a thousand pounds, moved upwards with a mournful whistling sound, drawing a perfect black semicircle.

Target – Tiger Head.

boom! ! ! !

A muffled thud.

It's like smashing a watermelon with a hammer.

There was no scream, because his vocal cords and his entire head were instantly smashed into his chest cavity.

The mutated tiger "Little Tyrant," which had baffled Bureau 749 and was impervious to armor-piercing rounds, couldn't withstand a single blow, and half of its body exploded into a bloody mist.

Blood and bone fragments splattered all over Wang Tiechui, but he didn't even blink.

He casually tossed the headless corpse aside like trash, then turned to look at the other mutated tiger, "Erwei," who was already terrified, grinning and revealing a set of white teeth:

"It's your turn."

"Roar..."

"Erwei" let out a mournful cry like a kitten and turned to flee. Its intelligence told it that this was not human at all; it was an ancient ferocious beast in human skin!

But as soon as it took a step, a yellowish-brown gravity wave spread out from under Wang Tiechui's feet.

"Trying to run? Did you ask your grandpa's hammer first?"

Wang Tiechui bent his legs slightly and shot out like a cannonball.

Just two seconds.

A series of rapid cracking sounds came from the rain, a sound that sent chills down one's spine, as if someone were crushing rocks with a mixer.

……

the other side.

Chu Tian remained suspended in mid-air, his feet treading on the void, looking down at the strongest mutated tiger king—"Dashan".

The mountain did not move.

As a peak-stage Qi Refining realm demon beast, it possessed extremely high intelligence. It knew that the human wielding lightning before it was the true deadly threat. The illusory lightning sword from before, though merely a deterrent, had already shattered its protective demonic aura.

"roar……"

"Big Mountain" roared, and the bone spurs on its back began to grow wildly. The bluish-black keratin layer became thicker and even faintly glowed red—it was burning with vitality, preparing for a desperate fight.

"Don't waste your energy."

Chu Tian looked at it calmly, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He slowly extended his right hand, his two fingers joined together like a sword, pointing towards the sky.

"They shot you with bullets just now, and you said it didn't hurt."

"They burned you with fire, and you said you weren't afraid."

Chu Tian's voice grew colder and colder. As he spoke, the thunderclouds, which had stopped rolling, began to churn again. Purple lightning bolts swirled wildly in the clouds, converging into ferocious thunder dragons.

"Since you have such thick skin, let me see..."

"Can we withstand this divine lightning from the heavens?!"

Sizzle—!

Chu Tian tapped his fingertip.

The Azure Sword emitted a joyful hum, instantly transforming into countless tiny sword threads. Each sword thread was imbued with a trace of purple heavenly lightning.

This is clearly not an ordinary sword control technique.

"go."

With a soft shout from Chu Tian.

A rain of purple swords, like a dazzling yet deadly meteor shower, poured down upon the "mountain".

At this moment, "Big Mountain" finally understood the despair that those humans had felt when facing it.

Its prized bluish-black keratin was as fragile as paper before the sword energy imbued with the power of thunder.

puff!puff!puff!

A series of sounds of flesh being pierced filled the air.

There was no explosion, no roar.

Only the most precise cuts are possible.

Each sword strike precisely avoided vital points, only cutting through the flesh and removing the bone spurs.

It was like a cruel form of slow slicing.

"roar--!!!"

"Big Mountain" let out an extremely shrill scream. It rolled wildly in the crater, trying to use the earth and rocks to block the rain of swords, but the sword energy was all-pervasive, even drilling into its body through its wounds, detonating lightning from within.

In just ten seconds.

The enormous monster, as big as a heavy truck, had been reduced to a massive skeleton. Except for its head still attached to its spine, all the flesh and blood had vanished, leaving only its still-beating heart exposed to the air.

But it's not over yet.

With a single gesture, Chu Tian instantly merged the countless sword energies into one, transforming them back into the ancient Qingming Sword.

He floated down slowly and stood in front of the huge tiger head.

"Big Mountain" wasn't quite dead yet. Its vitality was extremely tenacious; the ferocity in its eerie green eyes had vanished, replaced only by pleading and fear. Looking at Chu Tian, ​​it even shed two lines of bloody tears, attempting to buy its own survival in this way.

"beg for mercy?"

Chu Tian looked at the shattered limbs of the special police officers on the ground, and at the flattened armored vehicle, his killing intent undiminished.

"When you were eating people, did you ever see them beg for mercy?"

"If I don't kill you today, how can I face the countless wronged souls in this city?"

Chu Tian swung his long sword.

Clang!

A crescent-shaped purple sword arc flashed across the sky.

The enormous tiger head with a single horn flew high into the air, tumbled several times, and finally crashed heavily in front of Wang Jie.

Do not look down.

Thus, the three-headed, late-stage Qi Refining "Great Demon" that had wreaked havoc in Chengdu and left the entire 749 Bureau helpless was completely wiped out in less than three minutes.

The rain has finally stopped.

The clouds dispersed, revealing the long-awaited moonlight.

The entire Tianfu Square was deathly silent.

The only sounds were the heavy footsteps of Wang Tiechui approaching from afar, and the rustling sound of the headless tiger corpse he was dragging on the floor, still twitching.

Wang Jie leaned against the ruins, staring blankly at everything.

He looked at Chu Tian, ​​who was standing in the moonlight, carefully wiping the blood off his sword. Then he looked at Wang Tiechui, who was covered in blood but grinning like a fool. Finally, his gaze fell on Zhao Feng, who was using frost and spiritual energy to stop the bleeding and treat the injured team members.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity and shock assaulted his mind.

Is this what cultivators are like?

Are these the students taught by that university?

These aren't students at all... they're clearly a group of heavenly soldiers and generals descended to earth!

"Gulp."

The adjutant swallowed hard, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Captain..." the adjutant's voice trembled, "Are we all going to be unemployed from now on?"

Wang Jie smiled bitterly, trying to stand up and salute, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

Just then, Zhao Feng finished treating a seriously injured person and quickly walked over.

The red and blue light around him subsided, and he returned to the familiar appearance of Wang Jie, only his temperament had undergone a complete transformation.

Zhao Feng squatted down in front of Wang Jie, looking at the twisted left arm, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

"Bear with it."

Zhao Feng stretched out his hand, and a soft, light blue halo appeared in his palm—that was the basic healing technique of the cultivation world, the [Sweet Rain Spell].

"It might be a little itchy; that's the feeling of your bones growing."

As the halo of light covered the wound, Wang Jie was astonished to find that the excruciating pain had vanished instantly, replaced by a cool, tingling sensation. He could even clearly feel the broken bones automatically healing at a speed that defied medical common sense.

"Old Zhao..."

Wang Jie looked at Zhao Feng, a thousand words stuck in his throat, finally turning into a sobbing sigh:

"You little rascal...you've really become an immortal!"