Chapter 27: The Bloodbath on Rouge Street (Three)

  "He actually broke through at the last moment. If this child doesn't die, he will be a great enemy of the young master. Today, we must get rid of him."

  Sun Shoucai thought to himself and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Shan: "I admit that you are indeed extraordinary, but even so, it won't change the outcome."

  "Let me show you my Seven Killings Linked Fist!"

  As soon as his voice fell, a faint red light appeared on his palm and floated gently towards Zhang Shan.

  Zhang Shan felt that as this palm print came, the air around him suddenly became scorching hot.

  He sneered and didn't force a fight, instead he quickly retreated backwards and suddenly appeared in front of three small groups: "You guys had a great time fighting earlier, now let me get some interest back first."

  After advancing to the second level of Lingwu Realm, Zhang Shan's speed and attack power greatly increased. When he appeared in front of these three warriors, they didn't even have time to react.

  Bei Ling said in the sea of recognition: "Not bad, take advantage of their current chaotic formation and break them one by one."

  A loud scream, and the martial artist was directly kicked in the chest by Zhang Shan, spitting out blood as he flew out.

  The other two martial artists were shocked and pale, just about to retreat when Zhang Shan's figure flashed left and right, almost simultaneously appearing in front of them, his fists fiercely pounding their bodies.

  With a cracking sound of breaking bones, two warriors cried out in unison and followed their companions' footsteps.

  Sun Shoucai was furious and unstoppable. After he made his move, Zhang Shan dodged his attack and took the opportunity to take down three of Sun's henchmen, leaving him humiliated.

  "Contract formation, full defense, get him tied up for me."

  Sun Shoucai shouted loudly as he charged towards Zhang Shan, but he was not agile and did not have the advantage of speed.

  "Can you defend?" Zhang Shan let out a loud hum, his body bent and heavily crashed into another group of warriors on the other side.

  The team of martial artists had long been prepared and shouted in unison, with three long swords using all their strength to stab Zhang Shan, a desperate situation.

  They knew that as long as they could entangle Zhang Shan for a few breaths, when Sun Shoucai came up, they would be able to hold down this little guy.

  Zhang Shan let out a loud roar, without dodging or evading, his Four Images Fist emitted the sound of a dragon's chant, and struck the three people with great force.

  Three long swords stabbed into Zhang Shan's body with a "puff" sound, but only five inches deep and could not advance any further.

  "Die!"

  Zhang Shan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his fists simultaneously smashed onto the faces of the three martial artists. The heads of the three men burst open with a loud "pa" sound at the same time.

  "I'll tear you limb from limb!" Sun Shoucai roared in anger, finally catching up to Zhang Shan, as a flurry of palm shadows slapped down on his back.

  Zhang Shan let out a low shout, turned around and threw a punch. In the midst of the thunderous sound, the two men's fists and palms clashed countless times.

  With a stifled grunt, Zhang Shan stumbled backward, and after a fierce struggle, he indeed suffered a slight disadvantage. Sun Shoucai was after all one level higher than him in terms of skill.

  At this time, the warriors of the Shentu family also took advantage of the opportunity to reorganize their formation and became six people in a group, once again surrounding him in the middle.

  "Now, I'd like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve." Sun Shoucai said with a fierce gaze.

  In front of him, Zhang Shan killed three subordinates and seriously injured six others. Even if he were to kill him in the end, it would be hard to quell Sun Shoucai's anger, and besides, it wouldn't be easy to explain to Young Master when he got back.

  Feeling the opponent's killing intent surging, Zhang Shan looked at the warriors who had already finished their formation and took a deep breath, saying: "Bi Ling, it's up to you from now on."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Shan felt his body and consciousness lose contact with each other, just like during the last exam at the academy.

  Sun Shoucai suddenly felt that his opponent had changed in momentum, as if he had become a different person, making him feel a hint of unease.

  "This kid is a bit fishy." He narrowed his eyes and became vigilant.

  They say that as one gets older in the Jianghu, they become more timid. His eyes flashed for a moment, and he dispelled the idea of taking immediate action. He turned to his subordinates and shouted: "Take action."

  With a single order from him, the warriors of the Shentu family launched another attack on Zhang Shan. This time, they were all led by a warrior holding a long spear, with those wielding short weapons assisting on either side.

  "These warriors seem to have been trained in military tactics, they changed their attack formation immediately after being at a disadvantage earlier. The foundation of the Shentu family is indeed not ordinary." Bi Ling communicated with Zhang Shan in the sea of consciousness.

  "So don't show any mercy when you make your move, wiping them out one by one will be a blow to the Shentu family." Zhang Shan said coldly.

  As they spoke, these warriors had already charged forward with a loud shout, the air filled with the whistling sound of long spears thrusting forth.

  Bei Ling controlled Zhang Shan's body, dodging the gun shadows with incredible agility, not even a single thread of his clothes was touched by those shadows.

  With a stretch of both hands, each grasped the barrel of a gun, and with a burst of true energy, they pulled and swung. The two warriors cried out in surprise as their spears were wrenched from their grasp and flew through the air towards their companions on the opposite side.

  Pffft, pffft, two sounds, the long spear pierced through the chests of the two warriors, their faces darkened, then their eyes scattered, and they fell backwards.

  The monument spirit stretched out its hand again, and two guns fell into its hands. Then it flew out again, and after two miserable cries, it killed two more people.

  Under the gunfire, four armed men have already died under the guns of their own companions.

  The remaining warriors all turned pale, their hearts and gallbladders shattered, their momentum involuntarily stagnating, subconsciously retreating backwards.

  Even ants struggle to survive, let alone humans. In just a short span of time, four people died one after another, while the other side was as calm as if nothing had happened.

  Sun Shoucai knew he couldn't wait any longer. If he didn't take action now, the people he had brought with him might flee at any moment.

  He let out a loud roar, his martial soul suddenly appearing behind him. He had made up his mind to go all out and strike down the opponent in front of him with swift and deadly precision.

  That was a red scorpion-shaped Wu Soul, with a ferocious appearance. As it appeared, a fierce and menacing aura spread out.

  Intimidated by its overwhelming momentum, the warriors of the Shentu family turned pale and retreated in disarray.

  Zhang Shan's expression remained unchanged, a stone monument's virtual shadow appeared behind his back.

  As Wu Xuan appeared, Zhang Shan's momentum continued to rise, and in front of Sun Shoucai, who was at the third level of Lingwu Realm, he didn't fall behind in the slightest.

  "Little brat, accept your death! Seven Kills Linked Ring's Blood Sucking Life-Taking Strike!"

  Sun Shoucai let out a loud roar, his feet stomping the ground, shattering the stone slab beneath him. His body shot forward like a scorpion, hurtling towards Zhang Shan with seven crimson palm silhouettes, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound that tore through the air and struck Zhang Shan.

  Zhang Shan let out a long whistle, the illusory shadow of the Stone Tablet's Martial Soul suddenly enveloped his body, and he suddenly spun rapidly like a top, charging towards Sun Shoucai.

  "Boom, boom, boom..."

  Seven consecutive deafening explosions, the entire alley was in chaos, the walls on both sides were blasted down, and smoke filled the air, accompanied by the shouts of the Shen family's warriors.

  When the dust settled, Zhang Shan's mouth and nose were bleeding, his fists were also bloody and bruised, but his eyes remained fixed on the front.

  Across from him, Sun Shoucai's face was pale and coldly staring at Zhang Shan, his eyes twitching constantly, his left hand twisted and hanging by his side, apparently already broken.

  "This little devil is heavily injured and can't fight again. You go over there and kill him immediately." Sun Shoucai gave the order in a hoarse voice.

  Just then, a loud laugh came from the street corner: "It seems we didn't arrive too late."

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