Chapter 120: The Great Seal

"Squeak!" Shuke's body was filled with surging energy. It roared toward the sky, its blood-red eyes fixed on the members of the Divine Machine Battalion as if staring at piles of delicious delicacies.

"Shuke, go deal with that Third Grade High Stage enemy." Meng Yifan pointed forward, and Shuke kicked off the ground with all four hooves, charging toward Zhang Chao as fast as lightning.

Meanwhile, Meng Yifan held the Luolong County Great Seal in his left hand and the Ghost Head Blade in his right, charging toward Wang Zhanbiao. He wanted to finish off this Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist as quickly as possible, then attack Zhang Chao together with Shuke.

After Shuke evolved to the Third Grade, its most powerful move was its final explosion. Even a Third Grade Martial Artist would be killed or severely injured by such an explosion. However, Meng Yifan felt that Shuke was very obedient and useful, so he did not want to let Shuke explode unless it was an absolute last resort.

After Shuke evolved to the Third Grade, it could only maintain the state for ten minutes, so Meng Yifan had to finish this battle quickly.

Seeing Meng Yifan charge over, Wang Zhanbiao smiled with disdain. He knew Meng Yifan was a sharpshooter; if he were carrying the Multi-tube Rocket Launcher, Wang Zhanbiao would truly be a bit afraid. But now that Meng Yifan was not carrying the Multi-tube Rocket Launcher, Wang Zhanbiao had the confidence to easily crush him and let him know the huge gap between a Third Grade Martial Artist and a Second Grade Martial Artist.

Meng Yifan held the Luolong County Great Seal, True Qi fluctuating on his body as he activated the Luolong County Great Seal and shouted loudly: "In my name, I judge you guilty, you deserve to die!"

The Luolong County Great Seal shook violently, emitting a brilliant white light. Meng Yifan's soldiers had long since become his subjects; at this moment, they felt it in their hearts and all shouted toward Wang Zhanbiao's direction: "You are guilty, you deserve to die!"

The families of these soldiers were also grateful to Meng Yifan and had become his subjects. Staying within the city, although they could not see the situation on the battlefield outside, they sensed Meng Yifan's call in the dark. They also shouted toward the direction where Wang Zhanbiao was: "You are guilty, you deserve to die!"

The group of starving and freezing refugees outside the city, because Meng Yifan had ordered the distribution of porridge for disaster relief, were all grateful for Meng Yifan's life-saving grace. At this moment, they also felt something and shouted in unison toward the direction where Wang Zhanbiao was: "You are guilty, you deserve to die."

Nearly ten thousand people, following Meng Yifan's order, all roared that sentence at Wang Zhanbiao: "You are guilty, you deserve to die!"

As these people shouted this sentence, a special energy invisible to the naked eye emerged from the tops of their heads and flew toward the Luolong County Great Seal in Meng Yifan's hand.

After the Luolong County Great Seal absorbed this special energy, its light became even more dazzling, like the midday sun, making people feel awe and dare not look directly at it.

"Whoosh!" Meng Yifan pointed at Wang Zhanbiao. The Luolong County Great Seal shook violently, and a milky white light shot out, flying rapidly toward Wang Zhanbiao.

"This is Dynasty Luck Power, how can you mobilize Dynasty Luck Power? This is impossible!" Wang Zhanbiao was dumbfounded and incredulous. The milky white light struck; he wanted to dodge, but the speed of light was too fast—three hundred thousand kilometers per second—and he simply could not dodge it, being instantly enveloped by the white light.

"You are guilty, you deserve to be killed!"

"You are guilty, you deserve to be killed!"

"You are guilty, you deserve to be killed!"

Wang Zhanbiao's ears were buzzing; it seemed as if thousands upon thousands of people were pointing at his nose, cursing him for being heinous and deserving of being hacked into a thousand pieces.

Wang Zhanbiao could not help but begin to reflect on his own faults. He often embezzled military pay, drank the soldiers' blood, and to get a promotion, he had killed an entire family of a rival at night and had also once waylaid a group of merchants.

Thinking of these sordid things he had done, Wang Zhanbiao could not help but mutter: "I am guilty, I deserve to die!"

Wang Zhanbiao stood dazed on the spot, his eyes confused and his expression conflicted. Meng Yifan took advantage of his vulnerability to take his life, charging over with the Ghost Head Blade. With a horizontal slash of the Ghost Head Blade, he intended to cut off Wang Zhanbiao's neck.

"Hum!" Just as Wang Zhanbiao was doubting his life, the Vice Thousand-Man Commander Official Seal he carried with him trembled. He woke up with a start and discovered that the sharp Ghost Head Blade was already close to his neck.

Wang Zhanbiao was greatly shocked. In the critical moment, his body leaned back violently, performing an Iron Plank Bridge, and he dodged the Ghost Head Blade by a hair's breadth.

Meng Yifan flipped his wrist, and the Ghost Head Blade slashed toward Wang Zhanbiao's chest. Wang Zhanbiao kept his upper body lying flat at ninety degrees, and with a push of his legs, he slid out more than ten meters, dodging the Ghost Head Blade again.

"What a pity!" Meng Yifan was a bit disappointed. He had used the Luolong County Great Seal to mobilize the subjects loyal to him and launched a Spiritual Power attack, hoping to kill him in one blow, but unfortunately, it fell short of success.

Meng Yifan circulated his True Qi and performed Lingbo Microsteps. His body charged forward violently, and the Ghost Head Blade slashed down fiercely, wanting to cut Wang Zhanbiao, who was still in a semi-reclining state, in two.

"Hmph!" Wang Zhanbiao let out a cold snort, then used force from his waist and hips, like a Strange Python Turns Body, his body propped up, and the millstone-sized Hammer in his hand smashed out violently.

"Bang!" The Ghost Head Blade struck the Big Iron Hammer, sparking off little dots of fire.

"Impossible?" Wang Zhanbiao was greatly shocked. He was a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist, a whole major realm higher than Meng Yifan.

By rights, the Big Iron Hammer should have sent Meng Yifan's Ghost Head Blade flying, but now, although Meng Yifan had retreated half a step, he seemed like nothing had happened, charging over to continue launching fierce attacks at his head and face again.

Although Meng Yifan was still a Second Grade Martial Artist, his physical strength, speed, and defense were all maxed out; he was already at the limit of a Second Grade Martial Artist.

Looking only at physical fitness, Meng Yifan was even more formidable than the Third-grade Intermediate Wang Zhanbiao. Added to the boost in combat power from the Dharma Artifact Ghost Head Blade, this was what allowed Meng Yifan to withstand Wang Zhanbiao's Big Iron Hammer.

Meng Yifan's body was like a ghost, constantly circling around Wang Zhanbiao, the Ghost Head Blade in his hand flying up and down, every move pointing directly at Wang Zhanbiao's vital points.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Ghost Head Blade and the Big Iron Hammer collided constantly, the sound of the impact like Thunder, the force splashing everywhere and kicking up the surrounding soil.

Wang Zhanbiao held two Big Iron Hammers, steady as a rock, defending with all his might. Although he was being suppressed, his defense was strict; it was impossible for Meng Yifan to finish him off in a short time.

Meng Yifan and Wang Zhanbiao fell into a tangled fight. On the other side, the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat had also rushed in front of Zhang Chao.

"Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat? Why isn't it attacking the group of rebels beside it? Instead, it is obeying the rebels' command?" Zhang Chao was dumbfounded, looking at the rapidly charging Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat in disbelief.

The Special Bomb refined by the Directorate of Celestials had released seventy or eighty Bloodthirsty Ghost Rats. They could devour flesh and blood, evolve rapidly, and had very great destructive power.

But it also had a huge disadvantage: these Bloodthirsty Ghost Rats did not distinguish between friend and foe and would crazily devour all flesh and blood life within their field of vision.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Chao and the others had waited until the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rats had wantonly destroyed the rebels' Trench before launching their attack.

But now, the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rats that should have been devouring the enemy were obeying the enemy's command and fighting for the enemy, which left Zhang Chao completely unable to understand.

In order to cope with the possible backlash of the Bloodthirsty Ghost Rats, when Zhang Chao received that Special Bomb, he also received a Control Dharma Bell.

The Dharma Bell did not have much effect; it could only control one Bloodthirsty Ghost Rat, but it was barely enough.

Zhang Chao took a palm-sized copper bell from his bosom and shook it violently at Shuke.

"Jingle!" The copper bell emitted a series of crisp sounds.

Shuke froze for a moment, its blood-red eyes revealing a look of confusion. It looked at Zhang Chao, then turned its head to look at Meng Yifan, seemingly hesitating about whose order it should obey and whom it should attack.