Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 932 Ambush and Siege
Secluded paths and verdant bamboo groves, streams, rocks, fishponds, winding corridors, vermilion railings and black tiles, the sound of pines and the sound of iron horses, waterside pavilions overlooking the waves. Adhering to the Eastern Land Garden concept of "though made by man, it seems to have been created by nature", it has spent a huge amount of manpower and resources to create a landscape of harmony between man and nature covering tens of thousands of acres within the city.

However, at this moment, this magnificent garden, which rivals the work of nature, is being wantonly ruined!

Rumble——!
Looking out from afar, one can see the vast garden filled with thick smoke and dust, as if the earth were shaking. The buildings, fragile as building blocks, are visibly collapsing in rows, being rapidly flattened by some kind of pure violence!
Even the outline of the culprit who caused all this was hard to catch. The security team guarding the garden rushed over, but these third-rate people, who were usually responsible for guarding the garden and ensuring that no idle civilians would enter the garden and disturb the noblemen's enjoyment, could only barely see a blurry figure rushing around and rampaging when they arrived at the scene.

"Fire! No, no, no, we can't fire! We absolutely can't damage the park—" The security captain swallowed hard, visibly panicked and completely disoriented: "No! We still have to fire—"

"Boss! We can't hit it, we can't hit it at all!" One of them fired a few shots randomly and yelled, "This is not something we can handle!"

Suddenly, the reckless figure stopped, and everyone could finally see the other person clearly.

It was a monster, half-human and half-dragon, standing over three meters tall. Dark brown scales covered its entire body, opening and closing rhythmically, like breathing. Beneath the scales lay an explosive power that could not be concealed; wild muscle veins reminded one of a bunch of steel bars twisted together.

jingle.

Someone fired a shot; the steel-core bullet struck the scales, bouncing off without even leaving a faint white mark. The monster seemed oblivious, its nostrils flaring as if sniffing something—

The next instant, a human-like excitement appeared on the face of this monstrous dragon.

found it.

boom--!
The ground within a radius of several meters sank and cracked. Lu An suddenly disappeared, bursting out and breaking the sound barrier, charging wildly in a certain direction! He was a [Transcendence] who had risen to the third ring. He was already a renowned expert, and his Transcendence Body, modeled after a great demon, was incredibly powerful. He had repeatedly escaped from the company's strangulation in the past.

After being recruited and recruited by the New Order Federation, he was given access to the legacy of the giant corporation [Emerald Pharmaceuticals]. He immersed himself in it for a period of time and felt that he had gained a lot. He optimized several of his extraordinary organs, and now every pore is restless.

—The head of the Qinghe Song clan, a third-class noble family! I've come to find you! You'd better wait for me!
With his sensory organs, which integrate multiple detection functions such as pheromones, sound, smell, vision, and electromagnetic wave reflection, he quickly grasped the general situation on the scene. Luckily, he happened to be there on the day when the head of the Qinghe Song family came to the garden to hold a poetry gathering.

There was not a single enemy to fight them along the way!
Comparing the faces in the database, Lu An violently crushed through the garden like a human meat grinder!
Blood and gore splattered everywhere, creating a bloody rain in the garden. Occasionally, bodyguards tried to stop them, but they were instantly torn to shreds by the ferocious dragon claws!

In the blink of an eye, Lu An was soaked in blood and covered with bits of flesh and bone, making it almost impossible to see his original color.

But that's not enough. Not enough!
The demons roared and howled, but they were all minor figures! We must find the most powerful figures, those with authority over the [surveillance network]! Yes, we can't kill them all at once; we must force them to exhaust their authority.

Stimulated by the rich blood energy, Lu An felt his mind and spirit heating up, as if he were being soaked in sweet dew, feeling extremely comfortable. He couldn't wait to kill, kill, kill, and wanted more blood!
He noticed this, but instead of stopping it, he deliberately encouraged it. This was the effect of one of his psionic arts, making him fight harder and harder.

Boom——!
The soundproof, dark room suddenly lit up, startling the young man who was struggling to move up and down. He almost wondered if he had accidentally touched the light switch while he was disoriented. Then he looked back and saw that a section of the dark room had been leveled, and the surrounding walls had collapsed.

Before he could speak, a struggling hand grabbed him.

*Splash!* The splatter from the broken walls and ruins covered him.

Lu An casually crushed the dough between his palms, his vertical pupils, brimming with murderous intent, glared at the girl on the bed, ready to send her on her way.

The latter was deathly pale, his eyes were empty and blank, and his pale body twitched. He kept shouting, "I volunteered! I volunteered!"

The hand that was about to press down paused, and two wisps of hot steam escaped from Lu An's nostrils. Just then, he turned his head sharply and heard a rumbling sound in the sky as several shuttles took off from the garden, quickly climbed up, and fled outwards.

Lu An opened his mouth, and a red light shone from deep within his throat.

Psionic Arts: Dragon's Breath Pouch.

The next second, all the shuttles were engulfed by a massive eruption of blood and flames from the ground, exploding into dazzling fireworks in the air.

Not a single one was left.
He ignored the girl on the bed and followed the scent he had caught, rushing deeper into the garden. His true target, the head of the Qinghe Song family, was there!
——Qiang!

First came the crisp sound of a sword, followed by a heavy "bang"!
Lu An, who had been charging at supersonic speed, was pulled back from his charge. A three-foot-long sword appeared directly in front of him, trembling constantly. The one holding it was a thin middle-aged man. He took several steps back before finally regaining his footing.

Finally, the surrounding area seemed to react, and the belatedly arriving, massive shockwave spread out, shattering a layer of ground within hundreds of meters.

Lu An's charge was so powerful that even a heavy tank would be smashed through if it tried to block it, but a mere sword could stop it, at the cost of only trembling and taking a few steps back.
The third-ring psychic. To put it another way, it is also the path of "transcendence".

"Singularity technology, 'space jump'." The middle-aged man holding the sword had a grim expression: "You actually found it! You weren't the only one who came! How many of you came from all over the country!"

Lu An glanced at his palm; a few scales had been knocked off. He grinned maliciously, "It doesn't hurt or itch—"

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy. Fortunately, the sword spirit he had honed over the years had taken effect, allowing him to maintain his composure. He knew the other party was right; as a sword cultivator, most of his spiritual energy was concentrated in this sword. As a result, in the previous head-on clash, he had found it extremely difficult to make a move.

Such an astonishing physique! This person has firmly secured his place in the third ring, and is probably not far from the fourth ring! I am no match for him.

Located in the inland rear area, and being a garden poetry gathering place, there were naturally not many armed forces here.

Fortunately, he wasn't from the Qinghe Song clan, but rather a protector from one of the families participating in today's poetry gathering. While the head of the Qinghe Song clan wasn't the strongest in the family, he still possessed lower-level third-ring spiritual energy. With their combined strength, even if they were outmatched, they could buy some time until reinforcements arrived, then surround and break off the fangs of this New Order Alliance that had pierced through!
“I’ve killed people in the third ring before.” His feverish body temperature caused the bloodstains covering Lu An’s body to steam, creating a red mist. He twisted his neck and said, “You… all have to die.”

boom!
In an instant, sword light burst forth, while Lu An laughed wildly, charging forward against the sword light. In an instant, scales collided and flew off with a series of clanging and banging sounds.

He disregarded everything, his blood-red shadow hurtling forward, tearing at the ground with extreme violence, forcing his opponent to retreat step by step, facing imminent danger. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of square meters of land were reduced to dust.

Just then, a hand reached in.

The continuous sword light and the wild dragon claw clashed. Not to mention a hand, even a large block of solid iron thrown in would be instantly shredded, but this hand still managed to reach in.

The dragon's claw was caught, but was deftly deflected with an unbelievable force. At the same time, the sword light seemed to be guided and struck the dragon's claw.

With a push and a pull, Lu An, who had been unstoppable just moments before, was forced to retreat and suffered a minor loss.

After this attack, the middle-aged man finally realized what was happening. This level of skill was definitely not something the head of the Qinghe Song family could possess! But besides the attacker, there were only two third-ring cultivators in the garden—himself and the attacker—who was this person?!

On the other side, Lu An's vertical pupils softened slightly, and he became serious for the first time.

Master.

A formidable expert.

This unimaginable control over "force"
The third ring's balance. The balance above the third ring!
"Tsk, Uncle was right."

Between the two stood a handsome man who looked to be in his early thirties. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his smooth, jade-like hands, the very hands that had intervened in the fight.

“Someone really wants to harm him. The prophecy of the [All Things Division] has finally come true this time.” The man looked at Lu An with great interest: “This is the path of demons, isn’t it? I thought that all the [Beyond] members of your corporate alliance were robots. I didn’t expect that there are still traditional paths.”

"Hmm, how about you become our family's offering? There are very few experts like you. Although you killed a lot of people today, it's not like we can't wipe the slate clean."

Lu An revealed two rows of sharp teeth.

Not far away, an elderly man with thick eyebrows and a long beard, wearing a dark blue palace sash, walked slowly towards them. With each step he took, a gentle breeze rose, swirled and flowed, subtly enveloping Lu An.

The third ring road is [Dayuan].

The head of the Qinghe Song family, a third-class noble family.

"Yes, yes, it's worth it for my uncle to call me back from the front lines and keep me hidden until now."

The strongest of the three, a man who was also a member of the Kiyokazu Matsu clan, smiled slightly.

"With your intelligence, you are more than qualified to add another ray of glory to the Qinghe Song family."

(End of this chapter)