With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

The ground, scorched black by the Starfire, was still scalding hot to the body of the Black Iron Warrior.

Zhao Yao put down the charcoal from his arm, raised his hand and, taking advantage of the advantage of his black iron body, slashed into the charcoal's abdomen and took out a bright red inner core.

This should be the demon core that Hu Xianfeng fused with.

"Um……"

He stood up, held the inner core in his hand, and examined it carefully. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow, realized something was wrong, and with a flick of his wrist, threw the demon core away.

Boom!!

The demon core exploded, releasing waves of heat. Zhao Yao's face flickered between light and shadow amidst the intense red heat.

Dust swept in, forcing him to raise his hand to shield his eyes.

"It was actually a fake demon core created by someone. No wonder it didn't transform into a demon even after it died..."

Zhao Yao was speechless for a moment.

As soon as he held the demon core in his hand, he noticed that its structure was quite unstable and its energy was extremely turbulent.

As expected, it exploded as soon as he threw it out.

All that work for nothing, and I gained absolutely nothing...

He sighed inwardly and slowly calmed himself down.

Once the ground beneath his feet was no longer scorching hot, he withdrew his primordial energy miniature and returned to his normal 2.5-meter form.

He turned around, looking down, and saw the silver that had fallen to the ground and melted into a lump after his clothes had been burned.

The silver coin had a fire tiger's inner core embedded in it, and next to it was the Heavenly Dao Division's identity jade token.

He kicked his foot, reached out and grabbed both of them, took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the water bottle he had thrown behind him when he transformed into Black Iron Warrior, and shook it gently.

Splash~ Splash~

Not bad, there's still half left.

Call ~

The desolate wilderness at dusk stretched as far as the eye could see, devoid of human habitation. Only a gentle breeze blew, tickling Zhao Yao's bare body and causing him some discomfort from being naked.

He stood beside the assassin's gun, looking around with a sense of helplessness in his heart.

The clothes are gone again.

In the wilderness, where can I find clothes?

However, thankfully this was in the wilderness, and no one saw them.

Luckily, I had put the banknotes in my bag beforehand, otherwise I would have suffered a great loss.

He slowly screwed the kettle lid on, thinking about how to get another set of clothes, preferably one that wouldn't burn or expand, and remembering what the constable had said about Hu Xianfeng not coming alone. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice in the air.

"Why is it all naked? Ouch..."

The figure of the yamen runner gradually emerged from the air nearby, staring at Zhao Yao's naked body with surprise. He glanced down and couldn't help but gasp.

"How did you escape? Hu Xianfeng didn't kill you?"

Seeing that he was in good health and that Hu Xianfeng was nowhere to be seen nearby, the constables naturally assumed that he had escaped Hu Xianfeng's pursuit. Their eyes were full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge as they looked at Zhao Yao.

"Since he didn't kill you, you should run away quickly, lest you get caught again... How about I put your belongings in the Desolate Rock Mountain? You can escape there..."

"How should I address you, sir? Could you hand me my bundle so I can put on my clothes before we talk?"

Zhao Yao interrupted the yamen runner's incessant chatter.

"My name is Zhou Pengju. I'm not here. What you're seeing is a projection that followed the trail. Just stay naked for now. You look pretty strong, you should be fine for a while..."

As they were talking, the constable named Zhou Pengju stopped talking and turned his head with Zhao Yao to look in one direction.

As dusk fell on the desolate wilderness, five people approached rapidly from afar.

With their hair in two topknots, messy frizz, and bald heads, five men with different hairstyles and chubby, goofy faces rode together on a multi-person bicycle, pedaling furiously as they sped toward them.

Zhao Yao stared at the bicycle they were riding from afar, his expression slightly taken aback.

Such a feudal dynasty as the Yin state should not have had such a thing.

However, as one of the higher realms of the heavens, the Demon-Slaying Realm has many people he cannot reach who can descend to the lower realm to vanquish demons and can access many worlds. Therefore, it is not surprising that such a thing reappears in the Yin Kingdom.

"That thing is called a bicycle. It is something that people see when they descend to the mortal realm and disrupt the order of the heavens."

After they miraculously returned, they made replicas of these things here.

They're called disordered items, and they're very valuable.

Zhou Pengju gazed at the multi-person bicycle as he explained it to Zhao Yao, a look of envy in his eyes.

"Brother Zhou, what is the order of the heavens?"

Zhao Yao grasped the key point and quickly asked questions.

"Well, oh dear, how should I put it?"

Zhou Pengju looked at the five black iron warriors approaching him, scratched his head anxiously, thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up. He pointed to the five oddly-looking black iron warriors and said:

"The order of the heavens is a kind of heavenly order... Do you see those five people? They are riding a bicycle, but they are in order of arrival."

If you consider their appearance on bicycles as a whole, as a lower bound timeline, you can divide the timeline into five stages, using each of them as a node.

Every world has a timeline that can be divided into five phases.

Our Demon-Slaying Realm naturally has one too.

Those martial artists who are able to descend to the lower realms must use their timeline in our world as the standard to go to the lower realm corresponding to that timeline.

If you were to descend to the lower realm, and you were a citizen of the Yin state, the lower realm you would inevitably be a world with a similar environment.

If one were to go to a world where people eat raw meat and drink blood, that would be considered disrupting the natural order of the heavens, and one would be subject to questioning by the Heavenly Dao Division.

"Now you understand, right? These disordered items copied from the lower realm must be incredibly precious..."

Zhou Pengju quickly finished explaining everything to Zhao Yao, oblivious to the strange look on Zhao Yao's face after his words. He then looked at the five Black Iron Warriors riding bicycles and said somewhat nervously:

"Why are they coming at us? I didn't sense any murderous intent from them."

"You hold the line for now, I'll step back."

As he spoke, the projection turned and ran, stopping only after running several dozen meters to look back.

What are you afraid of with just a projector?

Zhao Yao turned to look at Zhou Pengju waving at him, shook his head, turned back, and looked directly at the five uniquely charismatic Black Iron Warriors.

When he saw the five men approaching, he clasped his hands in a solemn gesture, about to speak, when he watched them speed past him.

"..." Zhao Yao clasped his fists and watched the five Black Iron Warriors riding on bicycles disappear into the distance.

They're not here for me?

Just as doubt began to creep into his mind, the incredibly fast bicycle braked suddenly and crashed headfirst into the ground.

"Ouch~"

"Cough~ cough cough cough~"

"Stop fucking slapping me..."

"It's choking me!"

"Help, I'm dying..."

The five black iron warriors got up from the ground and fanned each other to clear the choking dust. However, the more they fanned, the more dust there was, making them very uncomfortable and almost causing them to fight.

In this somewhat comical situation, the five enormous black iron warriors, their bodies bumping together and squeezed into a flower shape, pulled out a bounty poster and looked at Zhao Yao together, comparing it to the picture.

They looked up and down, looked up and down, looked up and down, repeated this several times, before their chubby baby faces suddenly lit up with ecstatic joy:

"It's him, it's him, it's definitely him."

"Hey you little thief, hand over the treasure!"

Five fat, oddly styled Black Iron Warriors rushed up to Zhao Yao. After looking him over, their eyes locked onto the Death Soldier Gun in his hand, and their gazes gradually turned fanatical.