Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Sinking to the extreme is power.

The nine-ringed broadsword drew an arc in the air, its momentum as heavy as a mountain...

The air was cleaved by the blade, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Where the blade swept, the dust on the ground was swirled into a gray dragon, spiraling towards Li Xin.

The windows of the flower hall rattled loudly in the gust of wind, and the wine glasses on the table were overturned by the shockwave, spilling wine all over the floor.

Li Xin did not dodge.

He discarded his spear and thrust out his right palm horizontally.

The vital energy of heaven and earth flows to the extreme of Yang.

The moment he unleashed his palm, his inner energy surged, and his robes fluttered and rustled even without wind.

A faint golden flame appeared in his palm. The flame was not fierce, but rather gentle, like the first flame that had just been lit in a winter hearth.

The moment the flames collided with the blade, a deafening clang of metal rang out.

The nine-ringed broadsword was struck by a palm strike...

The copper rings on the blade shattered all at once, scattering fragments everywhere.

Wang Donghai was in excruciating pain in his hand, and his five fingers could no longer grip the knife handle.

His tiger's mouth was torn open, and the bones of three of his five fingers were protruding from the flesh, with bits of flesh and blood sticking to the white bone fragments.

The nine-ringed broadsword flew out of his hand, spinning seven or eight zhang away before plunging into a wooden pillar in the flower hall with a thud.

The blade was deeply embedded in the pillar, with only the hilt sticking out, still humming and trembling.

He took three steps back.

The first step: the blue bricks beneath your feet cracked into a spiderweb pattern;

The second step is to break the bricks and stones into powder;

Third, his ankle sank into the ground.

The force of the Overturning Palm was forcefully returned, and the backlash of internal energy surged upwards along the arm.

A sharp pain shot through my shoulder blade.

He raised his head and looked at Li Xin.

But Li Xin stood still, motionless.

He didn't move an inch.

The golden flame in the palm was faintly visible, revealing a fair and jade-like hand, completely unharmed.

The Overturning Sea Palm technique, with its forty years of internal strength and physical power, was shattered with a single blow.

Wang Donghai's mind went blank.

He suddenly remembered what the Taoist Yulong had told him:

"If one day you encounter someone who can wield true fire, remember not to fight them by force."

He didn't take it seriously at the time.

In this world, only the legendary immortals and Buddhas can wield true fire.

Why would immortals or Buddhas have time to come to a small place like Guangping?

But now, immortals and Buddhas have arrived.

He stood right in front of him, wearing a blue cloth shirt.

“Fish Dragon… Dragon Abyss.” Wang Donghai roared hoarsely, his voice trembling with the first sob in his voice.

He bent his knees slightly, leaped up, and lunged toward the side gate of the government office.

I'm not playing anymore...

escape!

They fled back to the Wang family compound, where the Fish-Dragon Taoist's water formation and the Dragon Abyss's Karmic Fire Burning Heaven Formation still existed.

If we can escape back, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Li Xin shook his head, too lazy to chase after him. He simply bent down, picked up a long spear from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and swung it lightly.

The spear transformed into a streak of silver light, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, piercing through the crowd and through the corridors.

Wang Donghai had already rushed to the door, his left hand already touching the door knocker.

Then I heard a low, muffled whistle.

A strong wind surged behind him like waves...

He was terrified and crouched down to try and dodge.

Unexpectedly, the spear also dipped slightly as he dodged.

puff……

Pierce him through the back of his heart and nail him to the ground.

Where the spearhead pierced the flesh, golden flames burned fiercely until they ignited the bone and flesh, emitting a burnt and foul odor.

Li Xin withdrew his gaze and stopped looking.

When he threw the spear, he had already attached a wisp of Burning Sea True Qi to the spearhead.

That wisp of true energy seeped into Wang Donghai's heart meridian through his wound.

Even if this person's heart is on the right side, he is still doomed.

He turned around and walked towards Qian Bojun.

Qian Bojun huddled in the corner, his whole body curled up into a ball.

He saw Wang Donghai's fleeing figure, saw Wang Donghai's dead body at the door, and saw the scattered knives and spears of the routed guards scattered all over the corridor.

Then he saw Li Xin walking towards him. There was no anger or murderous intent on his face.

There was even a faint smile on her face.

Qian Bojun had lived for fifty-six years and had never thought that a person could be so terrifying.

"Your Excellency, have mercy! I was momentarily bewitched and misled by that treacherous merchant Wang Donghai."

He knelt down with a thud and banged his forehead against the blue brick floor three times.

His forehead was scraped, and blood mixed with ash covered his face. "This humble official is willing to atone for his crimes through meritorious service. All the embezzled silver will be handed over, and all the crimes of the Wang family in trafficking people will be confessed and signed."

"I served as the prefect of Guangping for six years, and I know the Wang family's background perfectly well. I can testify to this, and I can sign this document..."

He couldn't continue. Because Li Xin's gaze towards him remained unchanged.

"Qian Bojun." Li Xin called him by name for the first time.

I don't care how much silver you embezzled. I don't care how much of the spoils you shared with the Wang family.

But what you shouldn't have done was to collude with foreigners in human trafficking...

You kneel here and beg for mercy, begging me to spare you.

But what about those people who were sent to the ship? Did you spare them?

Qian Bojun's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Xin took a step forward.

The soles of the boots made almost no sound as they landed on the blue brick floor.

Qian Bojun shuddered violently, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat.

"You were very bold when you smashed the cup just now."

How dare a corrupt official, a traitor, and a beast who sold his own people to foreigners like piglets?

Because you've been sitting in this position for six years, and no one has ever dared to touch you.

Because you believe the imperial court will protect you, the empress dowager will protect you, and the foreigners will protect you.

He raised his hand and slapped down.

This palm strike didn't use any internal energy; it was just an ordinary palm strike.

Snapped……

Qian Bojun's forehead slumped down, looking just like a small frying pan.

His two eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and the layers of skin and flesh on his neck piled up, making him look much shorter.

His body swayed, tilted to one side, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

……

Li Xin turned around and walked towards Hu Shiye, who was huddled in a corner.

Master Hu was lying on the ground, his face buried in his arms, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

He heard footsteps approaching and suddenly looked up. His face was a mess of tears and snot.

His lips trembled; he wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't utter a single word.

His crotch was wet again, the smell of urine mixed with the bloody stench in the flower hall, making him wrinkle his nose.

“Master Hu.” Li Xin looked down at him, said nothing, but simply reached out and pressed his hand on his head.

It's not patting, it's twisting.

Hold the crown of your head with your five fingers and gently turn it.

With a crisp snap, Master Hu's head turned halfway around, his face changing from facing down to facing up.

His eyes were still open, his pupils slowly dilating, and a long trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the blue brick floor.

"Don't do accounting for corrupt officials in your next life."

Li Xin straightened up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the outside of the government office.

The surviving guards in the corridor quickly moved aside, none of them daring to look up at his face.

Watching those shoes step by step over the blue bricks, over the bloodstains, over the shattered weapons scattered on the ground.

As he stepped out the door, he paused again, without looking back.

He knew that someone else was waiting for him.

As for the Wang family and Prefect Qian's house, Zhang Yourong will send people to search them later.

These scumbags are dead, but this money shouldn't go to other unscrupulous businessmen, nor should it go to their families.

The sun was still shining brightly outside, and there were more pedestrians on the street than in the morning.

People who had come after hearing the commotion crowded across the street, craning their necks to look in this direction.

Upon seeing Li Xin emerge, the crowd hastily retreated in a circle before surging forward again.

Some people stood on tiptoe, some held their children above their heads, and some didn't even bother to pick up their shopping baskets when they were knocked off their hands.

Li Xin did not stop.

He walked along Zhengyang Street towards the west of the city.

After walking half a street, a series of orderly footsteps suddenly came from ahead.

The military boots clicked and clacked on the stone slabs, their rhythm distinct.

A group of foreign soldiers, about thirty in number, emerged from the street corner, forming three horizontal rows.

The front row was kneeling, the back row was standing, all holding rifles.

The gun barrel gleamed with a bluish light in the sunlight...

The leading officer wore a dark blue naval uniform with gold-threaded epaulettes on his shoulders and a slender rapier at his waist.

It must be Captain Smith.

His fingers rested on the hilt of the sword, his knuckles trembling slightly.

He just saw everything that happened at the entrance of the government office through his binoculars.