Lord of the Desert

Chapter 486 Iron Devil
Same night.

Twenty miles outside Cangxu City, there is an abandoned charity cemetery.

There was a hole in the corner of the main hall caused by wild dogs and rats, and a piece of white paper that had not been torn off was stuck on the wall; one side of the main beam on the column collapsed and tore the roof apart, with a crescent moon leaning against the gap, and a pile of broken tiles on the ground below.

On the right side of the house, an old wooden coffin was opened at an angle, with bones scattered inside. A table of food and wine was placed on the coffin lid, and a murderous man was sitting on a stone block next to the coffin.

A literal villain.

He was eight feet tall, with a black cloth draped over his body. All the exposed skin on his body was covered with metal armor, and there were spikes on his forehead and joints.

"The person who introduced me has explained it clearly to me. It's nothing more than burning down a storehouse and killing dozens of mortals. It's very simple."

The iron-armored man spoke vaguely, picked up a piece of pork knuckle with his bare hands and swallowed it, then picked up the wine jug and poured wine into his throat.

As he moved his body, the spikes on his body carved deep marks into the stone pillar beneath his seat, and stone powder fell off with an unspeakable sound.

Outside the court, Xin Wencheng was sitting on the second stone pier in his night clothes, his collar wet with sweat and his back aching.

"The Blazing Star is famous all over the world. Its combat power is several times stronger than that of ordinary innate beings. It should not be underestimated."

He added in a low voice.

"Why, you, a young man, don't trust me?"

The murderer stopped chewing, and a pair of dark eyes with no pupils visible shone over him, like a bottomless abyss.

Xin Wencheng was sweating profusely and kept saying that he didn't dare.

"Don't worry. My name has been ranked tenth on the evil list for thirteen years. The purple ribbon is nothing but a chicken and a dog in front of me!"

The Iron Demon grabbed a pig's leg bone and started chewing it, chewing and swallowing it piece by piece, bone and marrow included, as if he were eating bamboo shoots.

"Please spare Hong Fan's life, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

Xin Wencheng reminded carefully again.

"Don't worry about this."

Tie Mo sneered. Although he had no eyesight, he seemed to see the client's embarrassment clearly.

"I have lived a carefree life for many years, relying on my reputation of doing as much as I was paid. A mere two thousand taels of silver cannot buy the life of a Purple Ribbon Cavalryman and a top-ranked genius."

"Besides, isn't Blazing Star famous for his swiftness? He will run away if he gets scared."

The Iron Demon laughed evilly, and when he saw that the wine and food were all gone, he pinched the wine pot into an iron ball, put it in his mouth, chewed it with a crunch, and swallowed it whole.

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September 28th.

Yesterday, Tang Xingqing got Hong Fan's promise to return with her, and she took the initiative to visit him early this morning.

In Dahua martial arts are flourishing, and the distinction between men and women is not as serious, but at least it exists.

It was somewhat presumptuous for a young, unmarried lady from a noble family to seek contact with a man from another family on her own.

But Tang Xingqing didn't care at all, and even turned a blind eye to Shen Hong's playful gaze and Song Xuan Ge's vigilant gaze. When she hadn't yet made a name for herself in the Tang family, she also practiced hard in the corner of the martial arts training ground every day, enduring the contemptuous and disdainful gazes of others.

There are thousands of locks in life, but she only uses one key to open them.

Hong Fan was quite busy today. He met with Cai Guangxi and Qi Hongkuang before and after lunch respectively to prepare for the final showdown. Tang Xingqing did not want anyone to receive him, and let the host go about his business. She would either meditate in the reception room or take a walk in the yard.

In a blink of an eye, the night has deepened.

At 10 p.m., most families in the city who could not afford lamp oil or candles had gone to sleep. Tang Xingqing felt a little sorry for the maid who had been stuck in her room all day, and finally decided to go back.

The date is approaching the first day of the lunar month, and the phases of the moon are dim and difficult to discern.

The sky is as clear as an eye, with only a solitary cloud drifting, like a gray cloud in the eyes.

The brazier at the door of the inn was crackling. The sentry was bored watching the moths flying into the fire. Suddenly, he heard a very dull sound of footsteps coming from the distant street. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and ferocious figure striding towards him in the gray moonlight. He was holding two large buckets in his hands, like a ghost patrolling the streets.

Ordinary people would inevitably feel frightened when seeing this scene, but the soldiers of Shengyu Army have been through many battles and are currently on mission with Chixing, so how could they be afraid?
"Who is coming?!"

He took off the double-barreled shotgun on his back with one hand and shouted from a distance.

The Iron Demon responded with a disdainful sneer.

"Stop!"

The sentry fired a second warning shot with his gun, his finger on the trigger.

"You idiot, you've wasted your time."

Iron Demon kicked a stone at his feet, hitting the sentry's eye; after stepping over the corpse, he poured the kerosene in the barrel onto the wall of the store. The secret sentry opened fire with a pistol.

Five gunshots pierced the night sky, startling countless birds.

The Iron Demon took the bullet as if nothing had happened, and sparks flew from the snap of his fingers, and bright yellow flames rose up in an instant.

"The fire was set, and then there was murder."

He listened to the sound of the convection wind caused by the flames, stretched his body, and muttered with satisfaction.

Another large-caliber bullet hit his chest and shattered into pieces.

This time he switched from a revolver to a rifle.

"Naughty."

He flicked away the white mark where he was shot, and the stone slab under his feet exploded as he exerted force. He crossed seven feet and hit the sentry in the chest with his knee. The latter had bones all over his body and flew backwards into the indistinguishable darkness outside the inn like a torn bag.

"That's two. I need to kill twenty-eight more to complete the mission."

The Iron Demon muttered to himself and reached out to catch the falling spear.

"This firearm is not bad."

Five seconds had passed since the first shot, and there was a general commotion in the house; he chose a spot at random and hurled his musket over the wall.

The moment the wind started, a ray of moonlight flowed down from the roof, cutting off the murderous intent.

The musket broke in two in mid-air.

"Ok?"

Tie Mo was distracted for a moment and was then cut by four flying swords that flew towards the ground.

Sparks flew and four swords bounced off.

"The sword blade is damaged, and this person is wearing precious armor!"

At the corner of the second floor, Tang Xingqing stood on one foot on top of the stone Chiwen and shouted a warning.

"Why is there a little girl flying a sword?"

The Iron Demon scratched his ribs that had been hit, feeling incredibly calm.

Before he finished speaking, the flying sword came again.

This time, it was Jing Nian who cut across his forehead, leaving a scratch without bleeding.

"Earth God Soldiers?!"

"No, he has armor on his skin!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one of surprise and the other of astonishment.

The sand spring rushed back and put out the fire.

"Tenth on the Evil List, Iron Demon?"

Hong Fan came out from the main entrance of the store, tightened his wrist guard, and spoke in a very serious tone.

Around him, sand flows were continuously dehydrated and produced, gathering around him.

"It's me."

The Iron Demon replied proudly.

"Hong Fan, you and that little girl, I will not kill you. You can run for your lives. But you must leave this earthly weapon behind. Hehe, today is the day for me to make a fortune!"

He said this in a condescending tone.

There is no consensus in Jiuzhou who is the strongest innate warrior - there are naturally no weak ones at the top of the list of geniuses in history, and some who have been immersed in the peak of the innate realm for decades may even be stronger - but Tie Mo feels that it can only be himself.

His answer was a series of flying sword slashes.

At the same time, seven or eight long and short muskets were extended from the windows on the second floor and fired continuously.

"It's useless."

Tie Mo sneered, lifted up the bluestone slab under his feet and threw it towards the second floor, but was chopped off in mid-air by Jing Nian.

(End of this chapter)