"Quick, dodge!"

Sha Lifei shouted angrily in warning.

At this moment, his head was buzzing.

The Mystical Sect's heavy armor Black Feather Guard of Shu was considered their trump card, secretly trained all along until the crucial moment arrived, allowing them to appear on the scene to hold fort.

The main target of these people was the pugilistic world members.

Crushing them using equipment superiority.

Of course, dealing with the army was far from enough, from the very beginning their plan did not intend to confront the court army.

Who could have thought that the opponents also equipped firearms?

Using human power to fire the Tiger Venerate Cannon.

Could it be a demon?

Bang!

Before he could think more, Wu Ba had already fired the cannon with a loud boom.

This Tiger Venerate Cannon could similarly fire lead bullets and fragmented bullets; one had a long range, the other covered a large area, both with considerable power.

When Sha Lifei and his group arrived at the Commandery Prince Mansion, the battle there had already ended, but because the Tiger Venerate Cannon was too heavy, the garrison soldiers couldn't bother to carry it away, allowing them to recover it.

This piece was originally crafted at great expense by the Heavenly Saint Sect, after which Shu Prince Mansion obtained and further strengthened it, increasing its power.

Inside, it was loaded entirely with scatter shots.

With a thunderous roar, several meters of flames spewed forth, smoke billowing, dense bullets whistling out.

The whole street was covered, bricks and tiles blasted apart.

Puff, puff, puff!

These Black Feather Guard's heavy armor, as if made of paper, was directly torn apart, some were severed in two, some shredded.

The sky was filled with a blood mist, exploding dazzling red plum blossoms on the snow.

After the overwhelming gun smoke, only a desolate scene remained.

Occasionally, the still-alive Black Feather Guard couldn't stand up, rolling in the blood-soaked mud heap and groaning, breathing out more than in.

It was already past noon.

On New Year's Day, most civilians were at home, even those who went out to join the "Joyful Divine Travel" had returned.

This area was predominantly inhabited by dignitaries and nobles.

The continuous gunfire just now, combined with garrison troops mobilization, had frightened them into hiding in the backyards.

The roaring Tiger Venerate Cannon further threw them into chaos.

"Oh dear!"

From the second floor of a tea house on the distant street, the shopkeeper watching the spectacle turned pale, cried out, and slammed the window shut with a clatter.

The wealthy villae owners nearby ran out through the back doors in panic with their servants.

The whole street was already vacated, Wu Ba's figure also vanished, due to the Tiger Venerate Cannon's powerful recoil, sending him flying out, directly collapsing half a wall behind.

Fortunately, this brute was tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, not only unafraid but instead provoked into a rage, laughing out loud, continued loading the Tiger Venerate Cannon.

"Courting death!"

With a face full of ferocity, eyes bloodshot, holding a blood-colored saber, Sha Lifei leaped, wrapped in blood mist, landing from the roof.

It could be said, this mission had already failed, with significant losses.

Yet Sha Lifei still sniffed a trace of opportunity.

Their forces still had the advantage, there were tens of thousands of troops heading this way within Chengdu Prefecture.

As long as they could kill the wild man wielding the Tiger Venerate Cannon, relying on their numerical advantage, shooting in chaos, no one could escape.

These martial artists before their eyes were the largest threat.

To eliminate them, no matter the cost, it was worth it.

Li Yan naturally saw through his intent.

"Take care of this elder!"

He was wrapped in black mist, directly grabbing the barely alive Granny Jin, tossing her towards Lv San, then leaping out.

Li Yan was now enhanced with Divine General's power of the Eight Altar, with the Soul Hook as armor, whether in terms of strength, speed, or the Astra Bane Qi shrouding him, was already like Ghost God.

He moved after but arrived first, wrapped in black mist soaring upwards, directly intercepting Sha Lifei, swinging upward with the Flood Dragon Slayer Dust Cutting Saber in hand.

Feeling the killing intent, Sha Lifei swung his saber to block.

The Duan Chen Blade collided with the blood-colored saber, sending out a thunderous sound, actually blocked.

The true power of the Flood Dragon Slayer Dust Cutting Saber lay in the Thunder Technique, Li Yan refrained from using the Thunder Technique to maintain stamina for prolonged combat.

Even so, Sha Lifei's blood mist was shattered, his face full of ferocity, forehead veins bulging, body trembling.

Seeing him exhausted, Li Yan followed through with a vicious kick.

Bam!

Sha Lifei flew backward, directly crashing into a wooden post outside the behind inn, the broken post mixed with bricks clattering down.

But then something happened that startled Li Yan.

That kick was enough to kill a tiger.

Yet Sha Lifei cleared the rubble, suddenly stood up, face flushed red, black blood continuously pouring from his mouth.

Though miserable, he regained some vitality.

Seeing this, Li Yan was slightly surprised.

This old devil, indeed the chief Evil Cultivator of Shu Prince Mansion, could actually control his entire bloodstream, instantly expelling the black blood.

A kind of alternative recovery method.

Moreover, wearing some powerful Magic Artifact on his body.

"Senior Sha, don't engage him closely!"

Seeing Li Yan's appearance wrapped in black mist, Situ Qian's eyes were filled with dread, recalling unpleasant memories.

Bai Qihong, the artist in mourning clothes, was considered wasted, the Blood Bowl Saint Mother's possession meant it would take several months to recover, had already been secretly sent away by him.

"Mind your own business!"

Sha Lifei's impatient roar rang out.

Earlier, he almost killed Cheng Jianxian, whose Dao was degrading, venting years of resentfulness in one go, was the height of pride and exhilaration.

Who knew he'd suffer here?

Thinking of this, the old devil directly grabbed the torn old black clothes, ripping it apart, revealing his bare upper body.

Seeing this, everyone gasped coldly.

What was visible on the old devil's body, block by block, were gray shells shaped like muscles, looking like leather armor sewn onto flesh.

Not only that, on his chest and back was painted a bizarre oil depiction, five ferocious-faced red-robed divine officials standing on a coffin.

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