Mad Doctor No. 9

Wang Tian didn't hold back either, shooting out two more silver needles. The guard groaned and collapsed to the ground.

The iron gate was locked.

Wang Tian snapped his finger, breaking the latch, and pushed open the door to go inside.

This is a room of about 20 square meters, with cement walls on all four sides and no windows.

In the corner, three figures huddled together: Wang Jianguo, Li Xiulan, and Wang Yu!

These people were bound with ropes and their mouths were taped shut. When they saw Wang Tian, ​​their eyes widened and they kept making "woof woof" noises.

"Dad! Mom! Xiaoyu!" Wang Tian rushed over, tore off the tape, and untied the rope.

"Xiao Tian!" Li Xiulan hugged her son tightly, her eyes brimming with tears. "What are you doing here? Get out of here right now! It's dangerous!"

Although Wang Jianguo was physically weak, he remained calm and said, "Son, they're trying to use us to blackmail you. You need to leave quickly and don't worry about us!"

"No, let's go together." Wang Tian glanced at the three of them and found that apart from being a little weak, they were fine.

He took out three Rejuvenation Pills, gave them to the two of them, and said, "Come with me, and don't make a sound."

Just as the four of them stepped outside, the alarm went off!

The piercing sound of bells echoed throughout the underground space.

"Oh no, we've been exposed!" Wang Tian's expression changed slightly, and he inwardly cried out in alarm.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and at least a dozen people rushed down the stairs.

Wang Tian protected his family members and coldly took out a meteorite needle from his backpack.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaoyu, come closer to me."

"Today, I will fight my way out."

Footsteps came from the stairwell.

Wang Tianyi flanked his parents and sister, each holding one of the three meteorite needles in his hands.

In the dim light, the needle tip reflected a faint blue glow.

Wang Yu, trembling, grabbed her younger brother's clothes and said, "Xiao Tian, ​​they have guns!"

"Don't be afraid." Wang Tian shouted in a low voice, circulating his true energy in his eyes, his gaze piercing through the darkness, allowing him to see the situation on the steps clearly.

Twelve black-clad warriors, arranged in two rows, rushed down the stairs.

The six at the front were carrying samurai swords, while the six behind them were carrying submachine guns.

This group of people were well-trained and acted in unison; they were clearly not ordinary guards.

What made things even more difficult for Wang Tian was that three powerful auras were rapidly approaching from the third floor: Yamamoto Musashi, Situ Jing, and Abe Ryuichi.

The battle must be resolved in the shortest possible time!

Wang Tian said in a deep voice, "Dad, Mom, Xiaoyu, close your eyes and cover your ears."

The three of them immediately sprang into action.

When the group at the front rushed to the corner of the stairs, Wang Tian finally made his move.

He raised his hand and waved, and the six meteorite iron needles transformed into six beams of blue light, which entered the foreheads of the six people in front.

One by one, the martial artists' bodies stiffened, and they fell straight down.

However, the gunners in the back row had already started firing.

Tap tap tap tap!

Bullets rained down.

Instead of retreating, Wang Tian advanced, pushing the true energy of the fourth level of the "Dragon Transformation Technique" to its limit, and a pale golden energy wall appeared in front of him.

With a few "thuds," the bullets struck the air wall, their speed greatly reduced, and finally fell limply to the ground.

"How could this happen?!"

Wang Tian will not give them another chance.

He stomped his foot hard, shattering the floor tiles beneath his feet, and shot out like a cannonball.

His fists are like dragons, his legs like thunder.

In less than three seconds, all six people collapsed to the ground, their ribs broken.

However, Wang Tian also let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He forcibly channeled his inner energy to withstand the bullets, and since the toxins in his body had not been completely eliminated, his internal organs were shaken.

"Let's go!" He grabbed his family members and ran towards the stairs.

Just as he reached the first floor, a strange light suddenly appeared in the passage ahead.

Countless black talismans fell from the roof of the palace, burning in mid-air and transforming into hideous ghost faces.

"Shikigami: Hundred Demons Entanglement!" Abe Ryuichi's voice came from the end of the passageway.

Dozens of ghostly faces swept in, carrying a chilling aura.

Wang Tian bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence that landed on the meteorite needle.

The golden light on the needles suddenly intensified, and with a flick of his wrist, twelve golden needles shot out in a fan shape.

"Break the evil!" he shouted.

The golden light clashed with the black mist, instantly producing a sizzling, corrosive sound that sent chills down one's spine.

The ghostly face screamed and vanished in the golden light, but then even more talismans poured out of the darkness.

"Wang Tian, ​​where do you think you're going? Hand over the fragments of the Kunlun Mirror, and I might spare your life." Situ Jing's figure emerged from the other end of the passage.

Wang Tian's eyes turned cold. He took out a jade bottle, poured out the remaining Blood Explosion Pills, and swallowed them in one gulp.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a violent power instantly spread throughout his body.

His skin had an unnatural flush, and as his breath rose, it brought with it a tearing pain in his veins.

Wang Tian silently said, "Three minutes." The Blood Explosion Pill could temporarily boost his combat power, but it would leave him weakened afterward. He had to break through within three minutes.

Wang Tian let out a low shout, and with a swift movement, he charged towards Situ Jing.

Situ Jing snorted coldly, flicked her soft sword, and dozens of cold lights shot out from the tip of the sword, aiming directly at Wang Tian's vital points.

This "Thousand Snakes Dance" is her ultimate technique, which she has painstakingly cultivated over the past twenty years. Three internal martial arts masters have died at her hands.

However, Wang Tian didn't even try to dodge.

He stretched out his right hand and reached for the sword's edge.

"You're courting death!" Situ Jing was overjoyed and poured her inner strength into her longsword, intending to sever Wang Tian's fingers.

Clang!

A metallic clang rang out.

A faint golden dragon scale phantom appeared on Wang Tian's palm as he gripped the sword in his hand.

Situ Jing was horrified to discover that her all-out attack hadn't even scratched a hair on her opponent's head!

"Dragon scales protecting the body?!"

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Tian's soft sword, made of refined steel, snapped in two with a "crack".

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his left fist and punched Situ Jing in the chest.

puff!

Situ Jing crashed into the wall like a kite with a broken string, her fate unknown.

"Useless." Just then, Yamamoto Musashi spoke.

Wang Tian raised his head and watched as Yamamoto Musashi slowly drew his black katana from the entrance of the tea room, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

As soon as the blade was drawn, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Wang Tian's pupils contracted slightly. "The Muramasa Demon Sword..." This is the demonic sword from Japanese mythology that has drunk the blood of countless people.

Yamamoto Musashi gripped his sword with both hands, assuming a standard upper stance: "Young man, you've already earned my respect by drawing my sword. Unfortunately, this ends here."

The moment the last word was uttered, he made his move.

This wasn't running, it was teleportation! With one stride, ten meters were covered, and the demonic blade hurtled towards them!

Wang Tian had no choice but to cross his arms to block the attack.

boom!

A shockwave rippled outwards, causing the ground beneath Wang Tian's feet to crack inch by inch, and he sank half a foot into the ground.