Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Meanwhile, as the magic was in operation, Xilun was pleasantly surprised to find that some extremely minor hidden injuries he had suffered from overexerting himself in martial arts training in his early years, injuries that even heavy water could not take care of, were slowly repairing under the gentle care of Leiyin.

Compared to the simple and crude talent of "Golden Tortoise Cicada Molt" that was previously plundered, which repaired external injuries, this "Great Thunder Breathing Method" undoubtedly gave Xilun a more profound means of internal organ restoration!

Xilun slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and stopped the flow of his cultivation technique.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment I opened my eyes, it was as if a bolt of lightning had suddenly appeared in the dim corner of the hall.

Two terrifying beams of lightning suddenly shot out from Xilun's originally jet-black eyes, lasting for a full half second before disappearing into the depths of his pupils.

However, just as Xiren was basking in the immense boost to his strength, he overlooked one thing.

Although the thunderous sound within him was firmly suppressed by his powerful muscles, the strange aura around him caused when he exhaled that breath of stale air still attracted the attention of those around him.

Among the five-person group that had been sitting cross-legged in front of Xilun, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face suddenly turned around.

When he saw the glint of lightning in Xilun's eyes and the gray-black impurities expelled from his body, his expression changed instantly.

The middle-aged man stared intently at Xilun, his chest heaving violently, as if confirming that he was absolutely not mistaken.

He abruptly stood up, took a step forward to stand in front of Xilun, his eyes burning with uncontrollable greed and fanaticism, his voice becoming shrill with excitement:

"You...did you learn something from this wall?!"

Xilun frowned slightly.

He had originally planned to quietly test it once and leave, but he didn't expect the Great Thunder Breathing Technique to be so loud that it was noticed by this observant person.

Xilun dusted himself off, stood up, and expressionlessly patted his sleeves, coldly uttering two words: "Nothing."

Having said that, he turned to leave this place of trouble.

"stop!"

The middle-aged man was not about to let go of such a great opportunity. He flashed and blocked Xilun's path like a wall.

Seeing this, his four companions behind him immediately spread out in unison, forming a semi-encirclement that blocked all of Xilun's escape routes.

The middle-aged man, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, pointed at Xilun's nose and shouted sternly:

"Kid, don't play dumb with me! I just saw it with my own eyes. Your breath was accompanied by a white mist that looked like it was actually there, and even a faint rumble of thunder!"

This is something no ordinary breathing technique can achieve! You must have understood the top-level breathing technique on this wall!

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of everyone else in the main hall.

Raphael Colt, who was observing from a distance in front of another wall, felt a jolt of fear when he heard the arguing.

He turned his head and saw that Xilun was surrounded, so he quickly walked over.

"Stop!" Raphael shouted, trying to use his noble authority to control the situation.

Upon hearing the shout, the group of five turned around in unison and glared at Rafi with hostile eyes.

The middle-aged man in the lead recognized the family crest on Raphael's clothes, and a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes, but greed ultimately prevailed over reason.

He gave a forced smile and cupped his hands in a sarcastic tone, saying:

"So it's Young Master Raphael of the Colt family. What? Is this poor boy in tattered clothes one of your men?"

Raphael strode over to Siren and said firmly, "He is my friend."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man sneered, his pretense instantly shattering:

"In other words, he is not a retainer of your Colt family."

Since he's not one of yours, what should we do with him, Young Master Raphael? You'd better not meddle in other people's business!

It's not worth turning against us for the sake of an ordinary citizen.

He couldn't be bothered to look at Rafi anymore, and abruptly turned around to stare intently at Xiren, his eyes filled with murderous intent:

"Kid, I, Ens Hawke, don't care how an uncultured commoner like you can decipher those scribbles."

Now, immediately repeat to me the breathing technique you learned from the wall, word for word!

Then explain clearly how you deciphered it! As long as you obediently do as I say, you can leave with your body intact.

Xiren looked coldly at Enns Hawke, who was acting like a mad dog.

In this dog-eat-dog world, without strength, even breathing is wrong.

The Hawke family—he remembered it as a baronial family. To rise in power, they naturally had to plunder everything like hungry wolves.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong prey.

Xilun straightened his back, adjusted the heavy bundle on his back, and swept his gaze like a blade across the five people in the encirclement. His voice was chillingly calm:

"I'm saying it one last time. Get out of here."

This seemingly innocuous yet utterly contemptuous statement instantly ignited a powder keg.

The group exchanged glances, their anger flaring.

Raphael was shocked to see this. He knew these people all too well, and quickly reached out to grab Siren's arm, anxiously trying to stop him:

"Wait! Everyone calm down, don't fight here!"

He lowered his voice and whispered urgently in Siren's ear:

"Siren, you must stay calm! These people are the elite assassins of the Hawke family!"

Their power has grown extremely rapidly in recent years, and they have a very strong foundation.

You absolutely cannot defeat all five of them by yourself. Don't get into a fight. At worst, you can just tell them your secret technique!

However, the Hawke family members had completely lost patience.

Enns Hawke, the leader, grinned maliciously and shouted an order:

"Young Master Raphael, your friend is asking for trouble! Judging from his qi fluctuations, he's at most a first-level extreme extraordinary being, nothing to be afraid of."

"Take him down! Interrogate him while he's still alive!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the encirclement tightened instantly!

The four men, like four bloodthirsty cheetahs, pounced on Xilun simultaneously with a terrifying whooshing sound.

Raphael frowned. Of the four people who attacked at the same time, two of them were actually at the peak of the Extreme Realm!

The other two, although their auras were suppressed to the first tier, possessed a subtle control over their power that clearly indicated they were true second-tier Rippers!

Such terrifying power! Four powerful figures, each a pillar of any top-tier power, are now besieging a mere civilian!

However, faced with this overwhelming dead end...

Xilun calmly surveyed his surroundings, his face, as if sculpted from rock, showing not a single emotional fluctuation from beginning to end.

This absolute, abnormal calm made Ens Hawke, who was standing guard on the perimeter, feel a sudden jolt in his heart and a sense of foreboding.

next moment.

"boom!"

A visible white shockwave burst out in the air!

The four people had just made a forward lunge and hadn't even gotten within half a meter of Xilun.

Xilun moved.

His movements were so fast that even a second-tier expert's dynamic vision could only catch a black afterimage.

The first expert from the highest realm who rushed towards them only saw a pitch-black fist the size of a clay pot magnified infinitely in his pupils.

Xilun used no fancy moves, only sheer physical strength erupted, landing a punch squarely on the cheek of the Extreme Realm expert.

"Bang!"

The bridge of that expert's nose shattered instantly, and his cheeks caved in like a tattered sack.

Before he could even scream, he was slammed onto the hard white jade brick by the overwhelming force, leaving a large dent in the back of his head. He was completely knocked unconscious and unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, Xilun suddenly exerted force in his waist, like a fully drawn bow.

Berello's military kicking technique!

Xilun's right leg tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, slamming into the chest of the second Extreme Realm expert who was lunging from the right.

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and the man's sternum collapsed instantly. He was struck as if by a high-speed steam train, spitting out blood as he flew back more than ten meters, crashing into a thick stone pillar before sliding to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the two experts at the pinnacle of power were instantly killed!

Now, only the two second-tier Rippers whose cultivation levels were suppressed remained in the arena.

Although these two veteran experts were shocked, they had extremely rich practical experience.

Upon seeing this, one of them immediately drew a hundred-refined steel sword from his waist, and with an incomparably sharp blade aura, slashed down at Xilun's neck.

Instead of dodging, Xilun stepped forward to meet the blade.

He raised his left hand, which was covered with the tough fascia of a golden tortoise shell, and grabbed the back of the knife with perfect accuracy.

The second-tier expert felt as if his blade had been cut into iron clamps, unable to be pulled back or pressed down.

Before he could change his move, Xilun's right hand had already transformed from a palm into a slap, slamming hard against the side of the blade.

"Buzz—"

A terrifying recoil force traveled along the blade. The second-tier expert's hand was instantly torn open, blood spurted out, and the steel blade flew out of his hand.

He himself was shaken by this strange force and stumbled backward, falling to the ground with a thud.

This person was a renowned second-tier extraordinary individual with terrifying strength, yet in close combat, he was utterly defeated by Xilun, who had been baptized by heavy water!

Seeing his companions fall one after another, the last man's eyes turned bloodshot. He wielded a heavy axe, and with the force of splitting the heavens and earth, he cleaved down on Xilun's head from behind.

Xilun didn't even turn his head; he simply reached back with his left hand and steadily caught the axe handle as it came down.

It's like an ant trying to shake a tree.

That axe, powerful enough to split a boulder, could not be lowered even slightly by Siren's single hand!

Horror!

Four top experts, including two second-tier masters whose cultivation levels were suppressed, were all easily neutralized by Xilun in just a few seconds!

Xilun's current strength has reached a terrifying new level.

The Great Thunderclap Marrow Cleansing combined with the Heavy Water Glazed Body allowed him to easily defeat those so-called strongmen who were so proud of themselves with just a punch or a kick.

"die!"

Xilun roared, and the thunderous sound and blood energy within his body erupted simultaneously.

He suddenly reached behind him with his right hand and pulled out the heavy alloy gun.

The great spear, like a black dragon emerging from the sea, swept across with earth-shattering power!

"Bang! Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the two second-tier experts who had just lost their balance were struck in the waist by the heavy spear shafts.

The two men were struck dumb, their internal organs ruptured instantly, and they collapsed, spitting out blood, writhing and convulsing in agony on the ground.

He was just an ordinary second-tier warrior, not a top-tier killing god like Li Desak who crawled out of piles of corpses. In the face of Xilun's absolute violence, he was utterly vulnerable.

Xilun slowly sheathed his gun, flicked his wrist, and blood droplets from the gun spilled onto the ground.

At this moment, only ten breaths had passed since the four launched their attack.

The hall was deathly silent, and everyone stared at the black-clad youth with the gun as if they had seen a ghost.

The four top experts lay on the ground like dead dogs, their fates unknown.

Siren slowly turned his head, his calm gaze falling on Enns Hawke, who was completely petrified not far away.

He took a step, the sound of his boots on the gravel like the death knell.

"Now, may I leave?" Xilun's voice remained calm, without the slightest hint of murderous intent, yet it exuded a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Enns Hawke looked up and met Siren's eyes. He felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat tightly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He opened his mouth, his teeth chattering, but he dared not utter a single syllable.

He feared that if he said "no," a fifth corpse would appear on the ground.

Xilun gave him a deep look, then calmly looked away.

He had no intention of openly attacking the nobles in public.

Therefore, after defeating the four men, he put the heavy spear back on his back and turned to leave.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Raphael, who was still in shock.

Xilun's gaze softened slightly, and he said earnestly, "Thank you for those two sentences you just said."

Although he didn't need it, Raphael didn't choose to protect himself in the critical moment, and he remembered this favor.

Raphael shook his head with a wry smile, glanced at the wounded scattered on the ground, swallowed hard, and said:

"It seems... I haven't been of any help to you at all."

The main hall was deathly silent, the heavy stench of blood mingling with the lingering echoes of thunder.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the young man carrying the large black gun, as if he were a monster.

Xilun's face remained as calm as a still pond, as if he hadn't just casually brushed a few specks of dust off his clothes, having just crippled four top experts in an instant.

He slowly slung the heavy alloy spear back onto his back, the rough leather straps making a low, grating sound that was particularly jarring in the otherwise quiet hall.

Raphael Colt stood to the side, his eyes filled with undisguised shock and complex emotions.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but didn't know where to begin.

Xiren turned to look at Raphael, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion:

"Actually, it's a misunderstanding. I didn't discover any earth-shattering secrets on this wall. It's just that a breathing technique I practiced before has improved at this moment, and my blood circulation has changed."

This explanation sounds reasonable. After all, the writing on the wall is as obscure as the babbling of ancient gods. Countless geniuses from powerful forces have spent days studying it without any success. How could a commoner without a deep foundation possibly decipher it in just half a day?

But as Raphael looked at the several powerful experts on the ground, their ribs collapsed and their fates unknown, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

With just a slight improvement in breathing techniques, he was able to unleash terrifying combat power that could overwhelm two pseudo-second-tier opponents.