Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun stood with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent.

"Nameless and without surname."

The man with the sword frowned.

Xilun paused for a moment, then continued, "No father, no mother, no brothers, no sisters, no children, no wife, no friends."

"Thanks to the kindness of my brothers in the Chaotic Sea, they bestowed upon me a nickname..."

"No thirteen!"

With each utterance of the word "nothing," his aura grew colder.

The moonlight shone through the woods onto his pale face.

A third-tier extraordinary being, who had just been killed by him with a single punch, was lying on the ground.

This scene gave Xilun's otherwise plain words an inexplicable depth.

Lan Ze'er subconsciously counted them once.

Name, parents, brothers, sisters, children, wife and friends.

There are twelve "nothing" in total.

The man with the sword had clearly noticed this as well.

Before he could speak, the man in black with the short axe beside him couldn't help but ask, "There are only twelve 'nothing's."

"And one more?"

Xilun looked at him.

"Invincible."

With those two simple words, the forest fell silent once more.

Lan Po slightly widened her eyes.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Lanzer felt that his words were not entirely arrogant.

The man with the sword looked even more wary.

He had just witnessed the final moment of Xilun's attack from afar.

Golden thunder eagles, eerie chill, deathly black aura, and that wisp of dark red power that instinctively made people uneasy.

Several completely different powers appeared in one person at the same time.

This is something that no ordinary person could do.

Moreover, after killing his third-tier companion with a single punch, Xilun's aura remained stable, showing no signs of exhaustion.

"No Thirteen..."

The man with the sword read it aloud.

Xilun remained expressionless.

"That's what the people of the Sea Demon Temple like to call me."

Sea Demon Temple.

Upon hearing the name, the expressions of the three men in black changed simultaneously.

Those are the five major forces with high-level experts in charge.

Even the leader of the five major powers!

Ordinary mercenary groups are utterly insignificant in the face of such a behemoth.

The man with the sword clasped his hands in a fist salute again.

"I am Terry, leader of the Black Soul Mercenary Group."

"I have offended you in the past."

"However, our Black Soul Mercenary Group has two grudges against Lanzel's caravan."

He glanced at Lanzer.

"This time, it was also at the behest of the leader of the Black Shark Pirate Gang, who wanted to capture the sisters alive."

"As for the convoy's belongings, they belong to us."

"Please do me a favor, senior."

Xilun asked, "What Black Shark Pirate Crew?"

"Never heard of it."

Terry's eye twitched slightly.

The Black Shark Pirate Gang is notorious in the surrounding waters, and it even has a fourth-tier expert in charge.

Xilun had never even heard of it.

Either they're just putting on airs, or the other party is simply too high-level to care about local power.

Terry grew increasingly hesitant.

He was unwilling to leave just like that.

The camp contained valuables worth thousands of pounds, and the Black Shark pirate crew promised additional rewards.

More importantly, if Xiren takes the two sisters away, their mission will be a complete failure.

But if we force our way in...

The corpse on the ground was the most direct warning.

Terry scrutinized Xilen.

He quickly discovered that the other party's aura was actually only at the ordinary third level, and even seemed slightly weak.

The subordinate who just died had just advanced to the third rank and had an old injury on his left arm, so he was likely to be countered by some kind of strange energy from Xilun.

While killing someone with a single punch is terrifying, it doesn't prove that Xilun truly possesses the power to absolutely crush them.

Perhaps it's just that the methods are unusual.

If that's the case, with my two men and my help, we might be able to put up a fight.

"I just don't know if this guy is just putting on an act or if he really has the skills!"

"Moreover, the nickname 'Thirteen' is unheard of; it seems almost fabricated..."

Terry pondered for a moment.

"Since you are unwilling to do me a favor, I dare not force you."

"I have cultivated for many years and I enjoy sparring with the strong the most."

"I hope to learn from my seniors."

Xilun said calmly, "It's inconvenient."

"We're just exchanging blows, not fighting to the death."

"Not interested."

"Don't worry, senior, we'll stop here."

"I don't want to take action today."

The two engaged in a question-and-answer session.

Terry's suspicions deepened.

If Xilun truly possessed absolute strength, why would he repeatedly make excuses?

Could it be that the punch he just threw had used up most of his strength?

Terry took a step forward.

"If you are unwilling to use weapons, then let's just exchange a punch."

"After one punch, regardless of victory or defeat, we will leave immediately."

Xilun fell silent.

He knew that continuing to refuse would only make the other party more suspicious.

After a moment, he seemed to finally get a little impatient with the nagging and slowly nodded.

"Alright."

"They only exchanged one punch."

Terry sneered inwardly.

He will give it his all with this punch.

If Xilun can withstand the attack unscathed, he will retreat immediately.

But if Xilun is injured, or even repelled by him, then everything before will surely have been a charade.

The three of them will then rush in together, not only killing this charlatan but also completing the mission and seizing the caravan's treasure.

Terry planted his longsword in the ground and slowly walked forward.

Xilun suddenly spoke up: "Wait."

Terry stopped in his tracks.

"Is there anything else you need, senior?"

"You'd better explain things to your men first."

Xilun said calmly, "So that if I punch you to death, they won't know what to do."

The color inside was slightly dark.

"No need."

He continued forward.

After taking only two steps, Xilun spoke again.

"etc."

Terry's eyes were already showing signs of impatience.

"What's wrong now?"

"You're not wearing armor?"

Xilun looked at his chest.

"My strength is not easy to control."

Even if you avoid vital organs, it may still damage your bone marrow.

"It's best to wear all your protective gear, so you don't die too quickly."

Terry finally realized that Siren was stalling for time.

Why would a true strong person need to repeatedly intimidate with words?

"Senior, there's no need to worry."

He said coldly, "I have confidence in my physique."

"Then forget it."

Siren walked to the center of the woodland.

Terry stopped ten paces in front of him.

They both took a deep breath at the same time.

Terry's blood and qi surged, and his perfect physique exploded completely.

Skin, muscles, and bones tensed instantly, and third-level energy converged into the right fist like a torrent.

He held nothing back.

This punch represents his peak performance.

Even a third-tier extreme realm expert cannot withstand a direct hit without any defense.

Siron remained calm.

But deep within his right arm, where no one could see, a blood lock quietly opened.

Thick black energy surged from between the flesh and blood.

That was neither the power of the Overturning Sea Technique nor the breath of the Styx River.

Rather, it originates from the decaying power of the remains of the eight-armed evil god.

The black aura quickly coiled around Xilun's right arm, and faint shadowy dark red scales appeared beneath his skin.

A ferocious, ancient aura, seemingly capable of dragging everything into the abyss, slowly awakened.

Lan Ze'er's expression changed.

This was the first time she had ever felt such terrifying oppression emanating from Xiren.

That no longer resembles a human being of extraordinary stature.

It's more like some kind of deep-sea demon disguised in human skin.

Xilun exhaled a breath of stale air.

There's nothing we can do.

Ordinary strength is far from enough to scare the opponent away.

They can only borrow the remains of an evil god.

Terry had already thrown a punch.

The air was compressed by a powerful force, producing a muffled explosion.

Xiren also threw a punch.

His movements didn't seem fast, and were even somewhat bland.

But the moment the fist was thrown, the black energy wrapped around the arm suddenly expanded.

It seemed as if a giant arm covered in dark red scales appeared behind him.

The two fists collided head-on.

boom!

Dead leaves within a radius of tens of meters scattered outwards at the same time.

The ground cracked open beneath their feet, and several fissures spread rapidly.

Terry's body jerked suddenly.

The next moment, he took eight steps backward.

With each step back, a deep footprint is left on the ground.

He barely managed to stand firm on the eighth step.

His shoulders slumped, his right arm hung limply, and blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Xilun stood still, without taking a single step back.

He withdrew his fist and asked calmly, "Still alive?"

Terry felt a sweet taste in his throat.

He forced down the blood that surged up, looked down at his sunken shoulder, and the probing and doubt in his eyes completely disappeared.

That power just now was terrifying.

If Xiren's fist had deviated by half a foot and hit his heart instead of his shoulder, he would be a corpse by now.

The other party really held back.

Terry bowed and respectfully clasped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you for your mercy, senior."

Xilun nodded slightly.

"Get lost."

After saying that, he calmly turned around and walked towards Lan Po.

Three men in black watched his retreating figure.

Under the cover of night, wisps of black mist still lingered near Xilun's right arm, like a monstrous demon that might turn around at any moment to devour all living beings.

No one dared to stop them anymore.

Lanzer was also stunned.

Only when Xilun walked to her side did she subconsciously tighten her grip on the Cang Lei Spear, but her eyes were no longer as fierce as before.

Siren did not ask for the spear.

He only glanced at Lan Po.

"Walk."

Lan Po nodded quickly.

The two sisters followed behind Xilun and soon disappeared into the distant woods.

Once the three figures had completely disappeared, Terry suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Commander!"

The man in black with the short axe quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Terry was pale, but his heart was filled with relief.

"fine."

"Fortunately, that senior showed mercy."

He pointed to his sunken shoulder.

"The punch didn't hit the heart, it only hit the shoulder."

"Although my bone marrow was damaged, at least I won't die immediately."

The man with the curved sword nodded in deep agreement.

"That senior is indeed a good person."

"If you say you won't break the precept against killing, then you really won't break the precept against killing."

"He was clearly so powerful, yet he chose to hit the commander on the shoulder and spare the commander's life."

The man in black with the short axe also gasped.

"No thirteen."

"The last 'nothing' is invincible."

"This kind of person is probably an old monster who has been living in seclusion in the Sea Demon Temple for many years."

Terry wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the last trace of doubt in his heart completely disappeared.

"Mission abandoned."

"Load all the convoy's valuables and leave immediately."

"As for the Black Shark Pirates..."

His eyes turned cold.

"The benefits they offer aren't worth risking our lives for."

"With this batch of valuables, it's enough for the brothers to move to a different place to live."

"Leave tonight, and never see that senior again."

the other side.

Xilun led Lanpo and Lanzer for less than two miles before suddenly stopping.

The dark aura on his right arm did not dissipate; instead, it spread along his skin to his wrist.

A thin, long black line slowly emerged.

Immediately afterwards, Xiren swayed and knelt down on one knee.

"Silon!"

The joy on Lan Po's face vanished instantly, and she rushed forward to support him.

Lanzer also realized what was happening.

She looked at Xilun's pale face, then at the constantly writhing black line, and finally understood what was going on.

"What you just did..."

"Are you bluffing them?"

Xilun gritted his teeth and did not answer.

When he first voluntarily unlocked the blood lock and borrowed the power of the evil god's remnant limb, he was unable to precisely control his fist.

It wasn't that he deliberately avoided Terry's vitals.

Rather, the punch had simply missed its mark.

"pity."

Xilun's voice was weak.

"It didn't hit the heart."

Lanzer was startled.

If Terry hadn't been intimidated, and if the remaining three had actually rushed at him, they would all probably be dead there.

Xilun does not possess the strength to overwhelm the three of them.

Instead, he gambled with his life.

And yet, they won the bet.

The black lines on the right arm continued to spread upwards.

The black energy released from the remnants of the evil god's limbs continued to erode flesh and blood, attempting to break through the remaining blood locks by taking advantage of Xilun's weakness.

Xilun immediately closed his eyes and began practicing the Moon Memory Meditation Technique.

The chilling aura of Yin slowly surged toward his right arm, and a faint flash of lightning emanated from the heart of the Thunder Dragon.

The two forces worked together to suppress the black energy.

The intense pain caused the veins on his forehead to bulge.

Lan Po squatted down beside him, holding his arm tightly, her eyes filled with worry.

"What do we do?"

"Will they come after us again?"

"Not in the short term."

Xilun breathed a labored sigh of relief.

"They believe I'm strong more than you do."

Lanzer remained silent for a moment, then suddenly inserted the Thunder Spear into the cloth strap behind his back and bent down to support Xilun's other side of his body.

"Let's get out of here first."

"Find a place to heal."

Her tone was no longer as harsh as before, and even carried a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

Xilun did not refuse.

He truly lacks the strength to walk on his own right now.

The two sisters supported him on either side as they walked away from the camp.

Two soft, warm bodies were pressed against Xilun's body.

Lan Po's aura was light and faint, like grass covered in dew.

Lanzer's body reeked of blood and the faint bitter fragrance of Blue Soul potion residue.

Warm, fragrant, and soft jade surrounds you.

Normally, Xilun would probably feel a little uncomfortable.

But at this moment, he only felt a rare sense of peace.

At least for now, the danger has temporarily passed.

He breathed slowly, enduring the excruciating pain in his right arm.

The black lines on my wrist are still twitching slightly.

Like a venomous snake sleeping beneath the skin.

Xilun glanced down, his gaze gradually calming.

The power of the severed limbs of the evil god was indeed formidable.

Simply unlocking a blood lock was enough to allow him, despite being severely injured, to knock back a third-tier extraordinary individual with a perfect physique with a single punch.

But the cost is equally obvious.

This power doesn't belong to him at all.

Each time the limb is borrowed, it may exacerbate the erosion of the body by the remaining limb.

If he cannot condense the power of the Storm God when advancing to the fourth rank, and completely suppress and transform it, he will sooner or later become a vessel for the descent of the Eight-Armed Evil God.

We must return to Star Ring City as soon as possible.

We must restore our strength.

We also need to obtain the resources required for advancement to the fourth tier.

Xilun looked up at the dark mountains and forests ahead.

Further away, in the camp left behind by Lanzel, the fire was gradually dying out.