Chapter 161: Death Soldiers

Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul core was hiding inside a man wearing grey clothes with greying hair.

This old man was a Second-grade High-tier Martial Artist; among the crowd on the first floor, there were many experts, totaling four Second-grade Martial Artists and over twenty First-grade Martial Artists, half of whom were shopkeepers and clerks belonging to Wanxiang Tower.

"How is this possible? How much time has passed, and he has already become a First Grade Middle Tier Cultivator? Could it be that he just happened to be a one-in-ten-thousand Yin Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root, and just happened to obtain the Nine Yin Corpse Refining Art manual from my Space Ring? This is too coincidental."

Zuo Moyan could not fathom it; in his understanding, even if it were an Immortal Cultivator with a single Yin Attribute Spirit Root, using a Yin Spirit Stone to cultivate would not allow a cultivator's cultivation to be achieved in one step, suddenly changing from an ordinary person into a First Grade Middle Tier Cultivator.

Unless there was an expert performing a direct transmission of power, but Luolong County was a remote little city, how could there be such an Immortal Cultivator expert?

Even if there really were a mysterious expert living in seclusion here, why would they choose this moment to exhaust their own cultivation to suddenly raise Meng Yifan's cultivation?

Meng Yifan said in a loud voice: "Zuo Moyan, I will give you one more chance; come out voluntarily and hand over the secret technique for Condensing Qi into Steel, and I can let you leave."

Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul sneered; he did not believe Meng Yifan's nonsense at all, but Meng Yifan had sealed off Wanxiang Tower and ordered the Ghost Soldiers to possess bodies and investigate everyone's Divine Soul, which was like catching a turtle in a jar; Zuo Moyan simply could not escape.

"What to do?" Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul core was very distressed; at that time, his Divine Soul had split into many fragments to avoid the devouring of the Ghost Head Blade, and his Divine Soul was already injured. Although the body he was currently controlling was a Second-grade Martial Artist, it was definitely not Meng Yifan's match; could it be that he could only wait for death?

Zuo Moyan's will was firm, and he would absolutely not surrender without a fight. Just as he was thinking about how to break the situation, Meng Yifan grew impatient, waved his right hand, and said: "Ghost Soldiers, possess them and find Zuo Moyan."

Black mist shrouded the area, and Fang Cheng and the other Ghost Soldiers began to act, rushing toward the people on the first floor one after another, which scared everyone into trembling.

A Second Grade Ghost Soldier rushed toward Zuo Moyan; he knew he could not delay any longer and gave a wink to the few people around him.

Five Wanxiang Tower clerks suddenly rushed out; two rushed toward Meng Yifan, two rushed toward the main entrance, and another took a Hand Grenade from their bosom and threw it into the crowd.

"Boom!" The Hand Grenade exploded in the crowd, shrapnel flew in all directions, and seven or eight people nearby were wounded.

"Ah! My leg..."

"Help, I'm hurt, someone save me."

The wounded were wailing, and those who were not wounded were running around, causing the situation on the first floor to fall into instant chaos.

Wanxiang Tower was Zuo Moyan's territory, and many people here were loyal to Zuo Moyan; these five suddenly rioting clerks were Zuo Moyan's trusted subordinates.

The chaos erupted instantly, which caught Meng Yifan off guard; those two clerks rushing toward Meng Yifan were only First-grade Martial Artists, their strength was limited, and Meng Yifan did not take them seriously at all.

But unexpectedly, after the two of them rushed over, they directly opened their arms, wanting to hug Meng Yifan; at this moment, Meng Yifan was surprised to discover that a circle of dynamite packs was tied to the chests of these two clerks; they were actually prepared to perish together with Meng Yifan.

"Damn it!" Meng Yifan was greatly shocked; he also did not expect that there would be such death soldiers inside Wanxiang Tower; he tapped his toes on the ground, his body retreated at high speed, and he widened the distance from those two clerks.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!" The fuses of the dynamite packs were burning rapidly; those two clerks wanted to catch up to Meng Yifan, but unfortunately, their speed was like a turtle crawling compared to Meng Yifan, and they simply could not catch up to Meng Yifan's pace.

"Boom! Boom!" With two earth-shattering loud noises, those two clerks were instantly blown into fragments.

The violent explosion made the situation on the first floor even more chaotic; the people on the first floor were running around like headless flies.

Not only that, the explosion of the gunpowder released heat, which contained Yang energy, and several Ghost Soldiers near the center of the explosion were also blown to pieces.

Fortunately, there was black mist shrouding the area nearby, allowing the Ghost Soldiers to absorb the black mist and take form again, but the Ghost Soldiers that reappeared had significantly thinner soul bodies; their soul bodies were illusory and unstable, appearing as if they could dissipate at any moment.

That clerk who had first thrown the Hand Grenade had already been controlled by Zhang Butou.

Those two clerks who rushed to the main entrance were also turned into sieves by a row of Bird Guns from Meng Dayong.

But just as those two death soldiers ignited the dynamite packs and Meng Yifan was dodging the explosion, Zuo Moyan suddenly made his move, smashed through the wall, and rushed toward the outside.

After Zuo Moyan rushed out of Wanxiang Tower, he waved his right hand and scattered a handful of steel balls; the dozen or so soldiers on the perimeter were caught off guard, and a large group fell down.

Zuo Moyan took the opportunity to flee through this gap; as long as he escaped into the middle of the soldiers, the other soldiers would be afraid of hitting their own, so they would not dare to fire at will, and thus he would have a chance to escape alive.

Zuo Moyan had long observed this group of soldiers outside; they were indeed elite troops, following orders and prohibitions, and well-trained, but they had a fatal weakness, which was that the individual strength of the soldiers was very weak; many soldiers were not even First-grade Martial Artists.

If they set up a formation and fought a positional battle, they could exert powerful combat strength by relying on the firearms in their hands.

But if Zuo Moyan used his speed advantage to rush in, these soldiers would be helpless against him.

"Fast, must be fast; as long as I rush out, it will be like a fish entering the sea; there are over thirty thousand people in Luolong County, I'll change my body, and let's see how that brat Meng Yifan finds me."

Zuo Moyan did not care about anything else and just wanted to rush forward; the old man he was possessing, although only a Second-grade High-tier Martial Artist, had practiced the "Youyu Movement Technique".

This was a Mysterious-grade Low-grade Lightness Skill, its speed was very fast, and it could change direction quickly, making it very suitable for fleeing in such crowded occasions.

Meng Dayong was ordered to seal off Wanxiang Tower; the place where he stood was near the main entrance of Wanxiang Tower, while Zuo Moyan had rushed out from the side wall, so the distance between the two sides was somewhat far.

Meng Dayong saw Zuo Moyan rushing left and right among the soldiers, the steel balls in his hands constantly being thrown out, and soldiers falling in rows, which made Meng Dayong anxious; he gripped his Mountain Opening Blade and rushed over, wanting to intercept Zuo Moyan.

But Zuo Moyan did not tangle with Meng Dayong at all, but instead constantly changed direction, just like a small fish swimming in a torrent; through flexible positioning, he made the surrounding soldiers appear as if they were helping him to block Meng Dayong's approach.

This feeling made Meng Dayong very frustrated; his two hands constantly swung out, pushing the blocking soldiers aside, but this once again significantly reduced the speed at which he could approach.

Zuo Moyan's speed was very fast; seeing that he was about to escape the encirclement of the soldiers, Meng Yifan's body also rushed out; with soldiers' bodies blocking the way nearby, Meng Yifan directly lifted his Qi and lightened his body, stepping on the soldiers' heads to rush forward.

Zuo Moyan was greatly shocked; he performed the Youyu Movement Technique to constantly change direction, and Meng Yifan also performed the Lingbo Microsteps movement technique, constantly changing direction, following closely behind Zuo Moyan.

Both sides unleashed their Lightness Skill movement techniques, and the speed of both people soared to supersonic, constantly flickering in the crowd; others simply could not keep up with their speed.

Meng Yifan had only learned a few moves of Lingbo Microsteps, all of which were straight-line moves; he was a Third-grade Martial Artist with thick True Qi, and if he charged in a straight line, his speed was indeed faster than Zuo Moyan's.

Zuo Moyan's current body was a Second-grade High-tier Martial Artist, his True Qi was not as good as Meng Yifan's, but the Youyu Movement Technique could flexibly change direction; every time it looked like Meng Yifan was about to catch him, he would always turn suddenly at the critical moment, making Meng Yifan unable to catch him.

"Hmph! You think you can escape by relying on a Lightness Skill movement technique? That is truly wishful thinking."

Meng Yifan gripped the Luolong County Great Seal and said to the ten or twenty thousand Luolong County commoners on the perimeter: "Fathers and fellow villagers, it is this evil Daoist who uses children to refine Zombies; you tell me, how should such an evil Daoist be punished?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Nearly twenty thousand Luolong County commoners roared in anger.

With one heart and one mind, nearly twenty thousand people shouted together, shouting out the hatred in their hearts for Zuo Moyan, and also gathering the spiritual will of the crowd into the Luolong County Great Seal in Meng Yifan's hand.