With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 332 Slaughter! Repentance! Three Demon Skulls!
They noticed that police officers were firing down around them, and that a large number of demonic individuals were gathered inside.

He briefly hovered in the air as his feet touched the clouds, then swung his right arm back to generate power.

Imitating the setting sun strike of [Molten Core Explosion], it plummets downwards!
The entire roof exploded with a loud "bang!" and Meng Chuan burst into it.

A large blast of air swept through the area, spreading dust and debris all around.

Although Meng Chuan's eyes were obscured by the dust and smoke.

However, the aura of the several demonic disciples shone brightly in his mind, like a bright fire in the dark night.

The group of people, who were hiding behind cover, heard the loud explosion and looked up at the scene of the sky collapsing. Their faces turned ashen!
The powerful, rising sun's momentum swept across the surroundings, blatantly declaring its dominance to them!

The martial artist has arrived!
"Aren't all the martial artists inside, fighting against the high priests? How come they're here?!"

All of them couldn't resist the craving for power, and went from ordinary people to ruthless killers, joining the Demon Summoning Hall and transforming into demonic warriors.

The fear I felt towards martial artists was immense!

They originally thought they could take advantage of the battle between the experts inside to find an opportunity to break out and escape from the outside of the factory.

Seeing this, I can finally relax.
Chi——!
A massive black shadow swept past. Meng Chuan, in his normal state, was clad in ferocious battle armor and already had a towering height of nearly two and a half meters.

"Please, please let me go! I can change my ways! I want to report this crime and do good deeds!"

The person on the outermost edge was the first to see the terrifying figure and screamed in agony.

The shadow pressed down, and the others stared in horror at the shadows on the ground, slowly raising their hands.
Bang!
Meng Chuan slapped Meng Chuan, and a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The rain was red, and with a powerful gust of wind, it poured over the heads of the remaining few people.

"Ah!!! I..."

The terror on their faces was almost palpable; they were urinating and defecating uncontrollably.

The figure, its horns gleaming with a menacing light, slowly approached them.

At this moment, do you ever think about the abuse you inflict on ordinary people?
Thump. Thump. Thump!
soon.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The bodies of several people exploded one after another, like playing whack-a-mole, with each person hitting the top of the head.

With his current strength, killing those who have reached the third level of sublimation or below is no different from swatting flies.

It's just a bit too big.
Meng Chuan shook off the remaining crimson on his palm and looked at the bloodstains splattered on his armor.

It was ferocious, like a ravenous beast, with crimson patterns writhing on the surface of its armor, greedily devouring the bloodstains.

Every drop of blood was absorbed by the armor.

In an instant, the bloodstain turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

The armor regained its deep, cold, matte color, as if it had never been stained.

"Huh? It even has a self-cleaning function?"

Principal Sui did not mention this when he gave it to me.

Meng Chuan did not sense any change after the ferocious beast absorbed the blood; it was just a simple cleaning.

I noticed something deep inside the armor, and I was worried that this might have some side effects.

Meng Chuan paused slightly. Now was not the time to think about these things. He looked up at another battlefield.

"It's Senior Meng!"

The officers saw the black-armored figure descend from the sky and emerge in less than a few seconds, after which there was no sound from within.

The fate of the demonic warriors inside is obvious; they are all dead.
The sound of the mask attaching to the faceplate was slightly deep, like a muffled hum:

"It's all taken care of, but you don't need to go in and make any more arrests."

After a pause, Meng Chuan continued expressionlessly:
"They have all been killed by me."

"clear."

Needless to say, the group could already smell the strong stench of blood emanating from beneath the collapsed roof.
Watching Meng Chuan's departing figure, the group murmured to themselves:

"I never imagined that Senior Meng would be so righteous and hate evil so much, leaving not a single survivor."

Some disagreed and loudly retorted:
"This is how we should deal with these scum of the demonic path! Only by fighting evil with evil and violence with violence can we awaken these inhuman bastards!"

The police station's attitude towards evil has always been to eradicate evil completely and without mercy.

But human nature is complex, and some police officers have a soft heart.

They felt that taking them back for interrogation might uncover more clues and even reform some of those who had gone astray.

Such police officers are a very small minority, and most people would never agree with the term "accidental entry".

With the blood of compatriots stained on his hands and his body and soul turned to the abyss, how could he possibly surrender and repent?

Alright, let's prove our loyalty with our deaths.
Meng Chuan ignored all of this; his mind was completely calm, and he was not blinded by murderous intent.

For him, even without the need for fear, there are only four words: "kill on the spot".

In any case, the Great Chu has already written this matter into its laws.

In any case involving demonic forces, everything that happens during the mission will be handled entirely by the martial artists present.

Unless specifically mentioned by the commander-in-chief during the mission, whether or not to leave any survivors is entirely up to the individual.

The power to make decisions, the power to execute, and a series of seemingly unreasonable powers are all part of the missions to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path.

A lesson learned in blood.
"Ah! I was wrong, please don't kill me!"

puff!

He crushed another watermelon, and sensing the fear in the watermelon, Meng Chuan's smile became somewhat sinister.

"What good does it do to be wrong? Go repent in hell."

His perception now far surpasses that of those who have undergone second or third ascension.

With a single thought, all the movements around him became apparent, and he could investigate them clearly.

Stop hiding, the outside is full of Meng Chuan!

Watching the demonic warriors scatter and flee, his feet flashed.

With each rise and fall of the arms, a series of "pop" sounds rang out, sending them to their next lives. To absorb as much fear as possible, some were set off like fireworks, while others had their heads pressed into their bellies, all to intimidate the victims and other villains.

Before the mission, Meng Chuan had already learned about the persecution that this group of scum had carried out against ordinary people and martial artists after the newly established branch.

Therefore, they would naturally show no mercy when they started fighting.

He looked into the distance and saw that the ordinary people hiding under the boxes could smell a strong odor of urine.

A soft murmur reached my ears.

"Don't kill me! Help!"

They were factory workers, ordinary people used by the Summoning Temple as cover.

As for whether they knew about it but didn't report it, or were kept in the dark by the Demon Summoning Palace.

During the mission, Meng Chuan can choose to ignore these and kill them all to absorb their fear.
But he didn't do that.

He had his own principles when he killed, and he did not act recklessly for some "need".

Noticing another battle in the distance, Meng Chuan waved to the police officers beside him who were holding guns.

The sound transformed into thin threads, reaching his ears.

"There's an ordinary person hiding here, let's rescue them."

After saying that, he turned and left.

As for how to handle and verify the information, that can be left to the police station.

This place has become a battlefield, and human life is as cheap as grass, as fragile as a candle blown away by the wind.

The gunmen watching from a distance initially thought Meng Chuan had gone mad with rage.

But unexpectedly, I discovered that the other party still retained a glimmer of humanity in this act.

Is this a heart of a tiger yet a gentle touch, or ruthless methods with a compassionate heart?

The gunman sighed softly.

He had seen too many martial artists in society who, once they stepped onto the battlefield, were corrupted by their environment.

He went completely insane, even turning against his own family and teammates.

Meng Chuan, however, was able to maintain his integrity amidst such frequent killings.

Not only is he incredibly strong, but his mental fortitude is also far beyond that of ordinary martial artists.

The ability to control overwhelming killing intent without losing oneself, and to possess both strength and gentleness, is the mark of a complete human being.
With Meng Chuan's strong entry into the outer battlefield, the overall situation is already settled.

After the police officers had completely brought the situation under control, he lifted his mask to get some fresh air and looked up at the sky above the main factory area.

Dark clouds loomed!

The deepest part of the black fog was extremely thick, with no end in sight, and faint, terrifying howls of monkeys could be heard emanating from it.

"That's where Chief Inspector Long is on the battlefield."

Seeing this, Meng Chuan suppressed the slight arrogance he had felt after "stomping the newbies".

He flicked his wrist out with a reverse blade, stretching and relaxing as he moved toward the martial arts battlefield in the main factory area.

Except for the furthest point, the battlefield perception of those who are limited to the third level and those who have undergone six levels of sublimation is not possible.

Meng Chuan could only sense that Chief Long's aura was growing stronger and stronger, and it was only a matter of time before he captured or killed him.

The other four sensed for a moment.

On the front, due to the desperate struggle of the demonic path, the situation has become evenly matched with that of the police.

It's time for me to make the final decision!
Meng Chuan looked to his left, a strange feeling crossing his mind.

He quickened his pace and charged in.

woohoo~
A sharp, terrifying sound, like the cry of a baby, faintly drifted over, and a dense demonic aura wafted through the entire production workshop, creating an eerie and frightening atmosphere.

Where is that bastard hiding?

Chu Yanhu pressed his back against the tube wall, and his dragon-shaped true energy illuminated his left hand, which was not holding a knife, casting a small ray of light in the darkness.

He was extremely tense, his whole body seemingly twisted into a rope.

Unable to defeat him head-on, the sorcerer hid in the shadows and cast "magic".

With their ingenious methods constantly emerging, Chu Yanhu was finding it difficult to cope.

Boom~boom~
"what sound!"

Chu Yanhu bristled, like a startled bird, and unleashed a burst of energy, striking out with a palm towards the source of the sound.

puff!

A bloody human head exploded, splattering all over his face.

The goggles were blurry, and Chu Yanhu reached out to wipe them, only to find bloodstains on his military face mask.

But the moment he raised his hand, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through!

The demonic energy grew increasingly dense, and the venomous voices, indistinguishable between men and women, cut like fine, sharp knives into Chu Yanhu's heart:
"Give me back my life! Haven't you killed enough? Next up is your flesh and soul, all sacrificed!"

Chu Yanhu was no ordinary man, and he was not harmed or destroyed by this strange spirit.

He simply solidified the "god" into a tangible form, forcefully sensing his surroundings to prevent being ambushed.

At this moment, the situation on the field has reached a stalemate.
A pair of chilling, sharp claws emerged silently from the black mist, stealthily approaching.

Chu Yanhu's heart skipped a beat, and he sprang up, turning around to slash out with his sword.

It was all for naught; it was just another illusion!
Turning around again, three grotesque heads, seemingly both crying and laughing, both sad and happy, were strung together by a thin, long neck.

Three faces pressed together, almost in negative distance, pressed against Chu Yanhu's face as he suddenly turned around.
His face was flushed and white-toothed, his expression was extremely eerie, and even the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth and eyes were clearly visible.
They're almost kissing!
"Hee hee hee!"

"Holy shit! Holy crap!!!"

At this moment, Chu Yanhu couldn't hold back any longer and completely broke down.

(End of this chapter)