Chapter 495: Blood Paper Heavenly Soldiers

“You’re human?”

Wu Xian’s eyes lit up.

If they were human, then many things could be explained—why they weren’t afraid of Shi Ji’s yellow pills, why they didn’t die immediately when pierced by Macedonian spears.

But this still didn’t explain the oddness of the female driver’s body.

So Wu Xian showed a look of disgust.

“Impossible. No human looks like you. You filthy things must’ve gone mad wanting to be human—just now, that woman stopped breathing entirely and was pierced through by my spear, yet still got up and attacked me…”

This was a provocation.

Wu Xian wanted to extract some information this way.

But Zhao Licheng sneered, refusing to follow Wu Xian’s rhythm, instead giving a subtle glance toward a spot behind Wu Xian.

At the same time.

A click came from behind.

Wu Xian’s heart skipped a beat—he turned to see a man standing behind an oil drum, holding a shotgun he must have pulled from nowhere, finger already on the trigger, aimed directly at Wu Xian.

The gun didn’t fire.

It seemed to have jammed.

But Wu Xian still broke out in a cold sweat.

To the Quanren, humans might be more dangerous than demons, for even if a Macedonian spear could pierce through a tank, it couldn’t stop a single bullet.

The man, seeing his first shot fail, frantically worked the bolt.

Wu Xian, seeing this, stopped holding back—he stepped forward and activated Aggression Like Fire.

Whoosh! Wu Xian charged toward the gunman; when only two or three meters remained, he summoned a Macedonian spear from his deck—it sliced cleanly through the barrel and drove straight into the man’s forehead.

From his experience with the female driver, he knew: the most effective way to deal with these people was to destroy their brains!

Wu Xian spun, spear in hand. Since Aggression Like Fire’s effect had been revealed, he must maximize its impact before they could prepare a counter.

He calculated the distance.

His face twisted into a demon’s mask, releasing fierce killing intent—making Zhao Licheng’s group all feel their scalps tingle and an inexplicable dread seize their hearts.

Hu! Aggression Like Fire!

Wu Xian surged into the crowd like a charging war chariot, his spear piercing the skull of a thin man before he could even flinch.

Then Wu Xian smoothly withdrew the spear and reoriented its tip toward a stout woman five meters away.

Zhao Licheng’s expression flinched.

He hastily retreated several steps, forming a hand seal and shouting to the others.

“Quick, hold him off for me!”

A burly man beside the thin man responded, roaring as he swung a watermelon knife at Wu Xian.

But Wu Xian had already initiated his next charge.

The watermelon knife missed.

The stout woman Wu Xian had targeted had the spear tip driven into her nasal cavity—her eyes instantly lost all light. “Brother Xian, I’ll help you… eh, never mind.”

Shi Ji reluctantly retracted his saber.

He hadn’t indulged in pleasure in Lele City—he’d trained relentlessly under his instructor’s guidance, readying himself to assist Wu Xian, only to be stunned by Wu Xian’s triple charge.

He wisely stayed out of it, not interfering with Wu Xian’s one-man slaughter.

Wu Xian felt utterly exhilarated.

He held the spear level, darting left and right through the crowd, moving a full order of magnitude faster than the others—each flash left a bloody hole in an enemy. They panicked, raising weapons to defend, but none could stand against a three-meter spear.

In truth, Wu Xian’s close-combat ability wasn’t particularly strong.

But this battle suited him perfectly.

Aggression Like Fire’s no-charge mode made ordinary humans unable to react in time, and his innate killer potential further dulled their reflexes.

Add to that: no cooldown on Aggression Like Fire, and the Macedonian spear’s perfect design for rapid thrusting…

In under two minutes, all Shiji people lay slain, each with a bloody hole in their head—the spear gave a light shake, and all blood dripped away.

Since these weren’t demons, the Macedonian spear remained razor-sharp, not a single scratch or loss.

Next.

It was time to deal with Zhao Licheng.

Seeing all his men fallen, Zhao Licheng’s eyes bulged, blood streaming from his features.

He had seen Quanren before.

In his memory, Quanren were selfish, foolish, possessing strange but minor abilities—weak even within the Blessing Grounds, and severely restricted in this world.

Zhao Licheng had assumed that with so many men, a carefully laid trap, and a specially prepared gun, they could easily capture these two mere Quanren.

He never imagined that in the blink of an eye, he alone remained alive.

“Yu Tiejin, Huang Yanshou, Chang Boji, Qi Yu…”

“I won’t let you die in vain.”

Zhao Licheng turned his palms—one up, one down—and stacked them crosswise into an odd gesture: a “Summoning God Seal.” The blood of the fallen pooled before him, compressing into crimson paper sheets that folded themselves into a terrifying Blood Paper Heavenly Soldier. “Even if I’m the only one left…”

Wu Xian’s expression grew slightly serious. This blood-colored heavenly soldier looked formidable—he couldn’t afford to treat it like a mere weakling.

Puff! The battle between them was about to begin.

Shi Ji hurled a cloud of yellow gas at the blood soldier, then tossed something into the mist—immediately, crackling sounds erupted within.

When the sounds ceased.

The once-mighty heavenly soldier had dissolved into a pool of blood on the ground.

Zhao Licheng stared blankly at the floor.

“Impossible. This was… this was…”

Shi Ji rubbed his nose.

These men were human, so his power barely worked—but the blood soldier was pure magical creation, and filth could not only destroy demons, but also break spells! Before Zhao Licheng could act, Wu Xian drove his spear through his shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

Wu Xian slapped his bleeding shoulder and asked: “Now, can you tell us? If you’re human, why do you have such strange abilities? Why did you attack us?”

Zhao Licheng glared at Wu Xian and Shi Ji.

“Kill me. I have nothing to say to you.”

The next second.

Zhao Licheng’s eyes changed.

Wu Xian, slightly startled, followed his gaze—and saw candlelight glowing in the darkness. A hooded figure had appeared behind them, unseen until now.

It was a Nieren! Zhao Licheng looked at the Nieren with deep regret: “Elder, I… I failed. They’re all dead.”

The Nieren shook his head.

“It’s not your fault. You did well. You just happened to encounter a Lotus Quanren. Learn from this, and next time you’ll do better.”

Then his gaze turned to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian felt his scalp about to explode—he was locked in by a killing intent far denser than his own innate killer potential! (End of Chapter)