The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

In his verbal exchange with Zhang Shunwu and Liang Bao, Ji Chen tried his best to suppress his aggression.

He knew that his attitude just now was somewhat obnoxious, just like a new middle manager in a company who arbitrarily issues orders to long-term employees and arbitrarily changes plans.

After a friendly and seemingly amiable exchange, the two, each with their own ulterior motives, decided to set aside their grudge for the time being and give the kid a good beating once the big boss came out.

Ji Chen was somewhat surprised by the concessions made by the two.

This attitude is wrong!

Ji Chen became secretly on guard.

Even if he did find fault with the two of them, as elders, they shouldn't just let their resentment go.

Why should these two guys, whose qi and blood have changed, submit to him, a core disciple who has no strength and no foundation?

has a problem!

Could it be that these two guys are in cahoots with the person in the shadows, which is why Zhang Shunwu and Liang Bao don't want to make a big fuss?

Ji Chen muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the surroundings for possible escape routes, already prepared to run away if anything went wrong.

If a new account logs off too early before it has accumulated enough intelligence and experience, it won't be able to provide sufficient assistance to the subsequent apostles.

. . . . . .

Inside, the brief meeting came to an end as the last hero stamped his bloody handprint on the oath of initiation.

Instructor Chen solemnly put away the blood-written letter, then looked down at his future comrades and comrades, a relaxed smile appearing on his face:

"The matter is settled; you may all proceed."

Before opening the door, Instructor Chen raised his arm and called out:

"On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the yellow flowers fall to the ground!"

This is the time for political slogans and actions.

Those behind them, some solemn, some excited, some sorrowful, could only respond in hushed tones at this moment.

Not everyone here agrees to overthrow Qingting and wants to rebel.

However, given the prevailing circumstances, if they disagreed, they would likely be used as a sacrifice, leaving them with no choice but to reluctantly sign the blood oath.

Once you sign the blood oath, you're naturally welded to this traitorous ship.

Given Qingting's ruthless style, he didn't care whether they had any grievances when they signed the blood oath.

There is only one consequence if you are discovered or voluntarily surrender yourself to the authorities.

That means the entire family will be executed, and all nine generations of relatives will be wiped out!

The moment the door opened, Liang Bao and Zhang Shunwu rushed forward and stood guard on both sides of the passage.

Then, perhaps intimidated by the aura of the many powerful figures inside the room, they all trembled as they passed by Ji Chen.

As luck would have it, their arms brushed against Ji Chen's left and right abdomens as their blood and qi surged.

"Um!?"

Having been on guard for some time and deeply suspicious of the two men's motives, Ji Chen almost instinctively shuddered.

Then, the bones drive the muscles, the muscles drive the tendons, and the power of the whole body is concentrated at one point.

Bang!

His two palms met Zhang Shunwu's and Liang Bao's arms one by one.

Zhang Shunwu, whose lips had already curled into a sinister smile, froze.

The easy target he imagined, the lucky one, not only wasn't knocked away by him and Liang Bao, but instead, he managed to block their arms with his palm.

It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

After their initial surprise, Zhang Shunwu and Liang Bao were disdainful. How could a mere fellow who hadn't even condensed his qi and blood possibly stop them?

ridiculous.

But soon, their smiles and indifference vanished simultaneously, leaving them stunned.

The moment the two collided, they felt that it was not the hand of a weak person, but rather like an indestructible rock!

When Ji Chen's strength reached the critical point of the first transformation of Qi and Blood, and with the advantage of concentrating all the power of his body into one point, his performance was undoubtedly that of a Qi and Blood Transformation expert.

Of the three, Liang Bao was the weakest. Caught off guard by the collision, he was knocked off balance and nearly fell to the ground.

Zhang Shunwu, who is normally the strongest, performed slightly better, but he was still knocked back two steps by the force of the recoil.

Only Ji Chen, a martial arts novice still at the threshold of Qi and Blood Transformation, remained unmoved, standing as still as a rock.

Zhang Shunwu's face was pale and flushed, his eyes burning with rage as he looked at Ji Chen, wishing he could tear him to shreds.

But just as he was preparing his next move, a dignified and chilling shout rang out:

"Enough! Get out of here!"

Zhang Shunwu then realized that there were more than just the three of them here.

There are also high-ranking and middle-level officials, local outlaws, and martial arts masters.

Zhang Shunwu turned pale and knelt down on both knees in fear and trepidation, about to offer a few words of explanation.

When he pranked Ji Chen, he hadn't considered the consequences of failure, but the moment he met Instructor Chen's gaze, he suddenly understood—

While Ji Chen might lose his status as a core disciple for losing face, those who embarrass the core disciples of the sect, engage in infighting in front of outsiders, and lose face for the Baiyang Sect will also suffer the same fate.

Especially his subsequent reaction just now, it was not a careless mistake at all, but a premeditated failure that ended in anger and embarrassment.

Before he could reply, Ji Chen stepped forward, then another, pointed in a direction, and shouted loudly:

"Protector Chen! This disciple just discovered thieves spying on us, and these two..."

Before he could finish speaking, Instructor Chen's expression changed drastically. His arms glowed with a deep blue light, and he pulled Ji Chen behind him to protect him. In a flash, his right hand caught a thin arrow that was flying towards him at high speed.

"There's an assassin!"

In an instant, the basement passageway was filled with clanging sounds and flashing swords.

When Ji Chen pointed out the direction of the "Ghostly Smoke Guest" based on his senses, and a hidden arrow was about to strike, many Qi and Blood Transformation Level 2 experts with keen senses locked onto the "Ghostly Smoke Guest".

Hidden weapons, sword throws, countless attack methods are all part of the "Ghost Smoke Master" who strikes and then leaves without looking at the outcome.

Damn brat!

Ghostly Smoker cursed inwardly, regretting his earlier hesitation about whether to kill Ji Chen.

Why not just kill them, escape, and then fabricate charges against them?!

Why did you get the idea to collect evidence and then claim credit for it?

Isn't the corporate spirit of the Sticky Pole Office about fabricating evidence, framing loyal officials, and persecuting dissidents?

I've really lost my mind!

The 'Ghostly Smoke Walker,' filled with regret, dared not delay and almost ignored the weapons behind him.

Its trajectory remained unchanged as it rushed straight toward the exit of the underground passage.

Just a second before the weapon was about to strike him from behind, Ghost Smoke's bones cracked and popped, and at the critical moment, his body shrank by half.

So instead of seven or eight weapons that should have hit him from behind, only a silver needle, a gun, and a sword pierced through him.

The Ghost Smoke let out a muffled groan, but its speed increased instead of decreasing after being injured. With the acceleration from the weapon behind it, it rushed out of the underground passage before the second wave of weapons arrived.

Pong!

Before the guests outside knew what had happened, they saw a dwarf with a face as white as paper appear where the various leaders had disappeared.

Then the dwarf, stepping on the shoulders of several dazed, drunk men, vanished into the darkness.

"Damn it!"

"It's Ghost Smoke!"

"The imperial court's henchman! He cannot be let go!"

The entrance to the underground passage was completely blown open.

The narrow entrance was not wide enough for more than twenty people to pass through at the same time.

So these hot-tempered and powerful martial artists simply punched the passage into a large hole.