The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 67 On the Ridge, All Masters Annihilated

Whoops!

With his clothes fluttering in the wind and a hook-and-sickle spear in hand, Chen Jiulang leaped onto the roof of Dingsheng Building with a single grab on the eaves.

As soon as Fang landed, there were 'whooshing' sounds around him. The Helian brothers, Tie Ao, Cui Hao and others also arrived, standing in all directions on the glazed tiles with steady steps, and surrounded him with their weapons.

Chen Jiulang raised his hook-and-sickle spear and roared, his voice booming like thunder: "Hong Yuan is here! Anyone with the ability can take this 100,000 taels of silver. My Canal Gang will not take a single coin."

Chen Jiulang unleashed his inner energy and roared, his voice rolling like a surging wave, echoing throughout the long street.

In an instant, the already noisy and bustling market became even more lively, with many martial artists revealing fierce glints in their eyes, eager to try their luck.

At a restaurant not far away.

A handsome young man in a brocade robe peeked out of the window and looked towards Dingsheng Tower. Under the bright light, the glazed tiles reflected the light, and only a few figures could be seen facing each other on the top of the tall building.

The boy stared blankly, never expecting that the 'divine gun' they had been talking about earlier would appear before them so quickly.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed on the bluestone street, as many martial artists, carrying swords and exuding a fierce aura, rushed off.

Helian Tao made the first move!
Without any verbal communication, Helian Feng and Helian Hai quickly coordinated with him, their long iron poles and two heavy blades intertwined to form a meat grinder, suddenly pressing down on Hong Yuan.

On the other side, Tie Ao suddenly swept his leg, and with a loud crash, a large number of glazed tiles were swung and smashed.

At the same time, he sprang up, and with a wave of his hands, the wind howled, revealing an extremely amazing palm technique.

laugh!
'Ghost Scholar' Cui Hao's movements were quite unpredictable. He flashed left and right, a smile playing on his lips. He slashed out with his iron fan, creating a sharp cutting sound.

Only Chen Jiulang, holding the dragon-patterned hook-and-sickle spear, stood motionless, poised to strike, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash a thunderous attack.

He heard the sound of clothes rustling in the wind, and a slight smile appeared on his face. Three more figures quickly darted up from downstairs.

Judging from his movements alone, his martial arts skills are not weak.

Hong Yuan's spear sprang up, its silver light transforming into a streak of lightning that instantly shattered the thrown glazed tiles into countless fragments, sending dust and smoke billowing out.

"A good opportunity!" Cui Hao tapped his foot and suddenly flashed into the dust, his iron-bone fan twirling in his hand, slicing out like a sharp blade.

His nickname was "Ghost Scholar" because of his ghostly movements. With a soft "hiss" sound, Cui Hao frowned, vaguely sensing that something was wrong with the touch.

He aimed for the other man's throat, but felt as if he had struck empty air. Just as he was wondering what was happening, a crisp "poof" sound rang out, and a silver light pierced through the iron-boned fan, penetrating his chest without any obstruction.

"Fancy!"

Hong Yuan drew his spear and moved away. His spear moved like a dragon, and he met the combined attack of the Helian brothers again. He held the spear in one hand and blocked the fierce attack of Helian Tao and his two brothers with one spear, while his other hand made a grabbing motion in the air.

This grab should have landed on an empty spot, but just as Hong Yuan's five fingers reached out, Tie Ao also happened to attack this spot, as if it had been deliberately delivered to him.

Hong Yuan clenched his five fingers, his sharp claws like swords, and suddenly grabbed Tie Ao's hand. The sharp claws pierced into his flesh in an instant, followed by a tremendous force.

boom!
Tie Ao's expression changed drastically. He was involuntarily grabbed and lifted up, flying towards Helian Tao and the other two like a little chick.

Two heavy steel blades, wielded by a long iron pole, fell upon him in an instant. Amidst screams of agony, flesh and blood exploded, and bones shattered.

Helian Tao and the other two also stumbled backward on the smooth glazed tiles, and the next moment, a silver light bloomed before their eyes.

Before the three could react, they felt a sharp pain in their throats, their strength rapidly draining away, and they tumbled and fell towards the building.

As a series of exclamations rang out on the long street, Chen Jiulang lunged forward, taking advantage of Hong Yuan's weakened strength after killing several people, and arrived like lightning.

In an instant, they closed to within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Chen Jiulang gripped his hook-and-sickle spear in one hand and pinched a small piece of wood in the other, suddenly crushing it. A strange wave of energy emanated from it. "You're dead!" Chen Jiulang's cold voice rang out.

call!
Hong Yuan suddenly felt darkness before his eyes, as if someone had suddenly pulled the power switch as a prank in the night, or as if someone had closed his eyes.

It was dark and gloomy, pitch black.

puff!

A sound of flesh being pierced rang out, followed by the clanging of a weapon hitting the ground and the crisp sound of it striking the glazed tiles.

The sound of drops of blood falling onto the tiles was exceptionally clear.

Hong Yuanjing waited for about three breaths before his eyes regained their light. He slowly turned around and looked at Chen Jiulang, whose heart he had pierced with a backhand shot.

When the man lunged at him, he only feinted with his spear. Taking advantage of the sudden darkness, he quickly circled behind him and thrust out his hook-and-sickle spear.

At this moment, Chen Jiulang's face was full of disbelief. His powerful physique meant that even though his heart had been pierced, he was still alive.

But his eyes were filled with despair; all his ambition and aspirations had become a joke at this moment, and he only wanted to know one answer.

"Why...why don't you have the blindfold talisman...?"

In the end, martial arts in this world rely on hearing and sight to distinguish attacks and then respond accordingly.

Of course, a master who reaches a certain level can still maintain considerable combat power even if their senses are blocked, and can even sense the direction of the opponent's attack by observing changes in the airflow.

But there is always a slight delay.

Moreover, the darkness came too suddenly, without any psychological preparation. Even a master of microscopic vision would be shocked and even lose their senses if they were suddenly blinded.

In a real battle, there is no room for error; a moment's hesitation is enough to determine life or death.

"So that thing is called a 'blinding charm'..."

Hong Yuan smiled as he looked at Chen Jiulang. Seeing the confusion in the other's eyes, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "I stabbed you in the heart, not your brain, did I? With such a bad memory, you've already forgotten what I just said. You're not expecting your enemy to enlighten you, are you?"

"Just be a clueless fool!"

Actually, the 'blinding talisman' wasn't entirely useless; even the talent of [Clear Vision and Penetrating the Mysterious] was somewhat affected. However, Hong Yuan's spiritual perception was far more astonishing.

He slapped Chen Jiulang on the head, and the latter, his face full of resentment, fell straight down.

Hong Yuan then turned his gaze to the three martial artists who had just landed on the roof ridge, their faces stiff.

These three martial artists, having heard Chen Jiulang's roar and seeing Hong Yuan surrounded by many experts, thought they could get a great deal. So many people in the city hadn't moved, but the three of them couldn't resist the temptation and rushed over.

Who could have imagined that in such a short time, just a few breaths, Chen Jiulang and the others would all be killed?

The three were now in a dilemma, with cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

"What advice do the three of you have for me?" Hong Yuan chuckled.

Without uttering a word, the two men pushed off with their feet and retreated rapidly. Hong Yuan pointed his spear, and with a series of loud clangs, the Helian brothers' two longswords shot out, piercing through the bodies of the fleeing men.

The remaining person stood at the other end, stiff and unable to move. Watching Hong Yuan flash by and approach, he revealed a smile more like a grimace: "Young hero, spare my life..."

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle, it won't hurt much!"

(End of this chapter)