Chapter 75: Volley

Meng Yifan looked at the two large characters for "call for help" blooming in the sky, knowing that the enemy's main force would arrive soon; since things had reached this point, there was nothing left to hesitate about.

Meng Yifan gripped his Ghost Head Blade, his body lunging forward with speed as fast as lightning; Wang San and the others gripped their waist blades, wanting to block him, but the gap in strength between the two sides was too great. Even without channeling his True Qi, Meng Yifan's physical speed was at 98 points, nearly ten times faster than an ordinary person, covering one hundred meters in just one second.

Wang San and the others were merely First Grade Lower Stage Martial Artists, and the Lightness Skill they practiced was also Yellow Grade Lower Stage; even if they used True Qi to drive their Lightness Skill, their speed was still not as fast as Meng Yifan's physical speed. How could they fight this? They couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

Wang San and the others swung their weapons desperately, longing to block Meng Yifan's Ghost Head Blade, but unfortunately, under the absolute gap in speed, resistance was useless. They only felt the blade light flash, and before they could even see the Ghost Head Blade clearly, the three of them were already decapitated. Their heads flew high into the air, and the blood in their chests sprayed out like a fountain, filling the entire courtyard with a thick, bloody stench.

The great cause of rebellion officially began from this moment.

"Ding! Killed a First Grade Lower Stage Martial Artist, gained 20 Experience Value."

"Ding! Killed a First Grade Lower Stage Martial Artist, gained 20 Experience Value."

"Ding! Killed a First Grade Lower Stage Martial Artist, gained 20 Experience Value."

The prompt sound of the Game Panel rang out again, and another 60 Experience Value was credited. Meng Yifan exchanged all these Experience Value points for speed attributes, bringing his physical speed to 104 points, more than ten times faster than an ordinary person.

At the same time, Meng Yifan mobilized his True Qi and channeled it into the Guitou Left Eye; a strange suction force appeared out of thin air, enveloping the corpses of Wang San and the others.

The souls of Wang San and the others were pulled out of their bodies by this suction force; they looked at their corpses in a daze, then looked at Meng Yifan in astonishment.

"Being able to absorb souls and capture spirits, this is the method of an Immortal Cultivator. Could that half-grown boy be an Immortal Master?" Wang San's soul trembled with fear; he never expected that their enemy would be an Immortal Cultivator.

"If you are an Immortal Master, why didn't you say so earlier? His Majesty the Martial Emperor respects Immortal Masters. If you had revealed you were an Immortal Master earlier, let alone killing the entire family of Lv Fugui, even if you had killed the County Magistrate, as long as you joined the Astrological Bureau, you could continue to enjoy wealth and glory." Wang San felt he had died too unjustly.

Meng Yifan used the Guitou Left Eye to capture the souls of Wang San and the others, feeling very strained, like a small fishing net that had caught three big fish.

The big fish were struggling, and the thin threads of the fishing net might snap at any moment. He shouted in a deep voice: "All of you, be obedient, otherwise I will scatter your souls into nothingness."

Wang San and the others did not know Meng Yifan's background and all assumed he was an unfathomable Immortal Cultivator, fearing he would use immortal techniques to torture their souls, so they all gave up struggling.

Moreover, it was daytime, and their souls felt intense pain under the sunlight, as if they were being burned on a raging fire; it was too unbearable, and it was better to be pulled into the Ghost Head by Meng Yifan.

The souls of Wang San and the others not only stopped resisting the suction force but also obediently followed the suction to fly forward, soon drilling into the Guitou Left Eye.

While Meng Yifan was capturing the souls of Wang San and the others, the entire courtyard was filled with gusts of yin wind, the temperature plummeted, and everyone felt a chill down their spines, as if they had fallen into a Ghost Domain.

Only after the souls of Wang San and the others entered the Ghost Head Blade did the surrounding temperature return to normal.

Meng Qingshan and the others could not see the souls, but they were Martial Artists with keen senses; they felt three Yin Attribute energy bodies being absorbed into the Ghost Head Blade by Meng Yifan.

Although they did not know how Meng Yifan did it, it did not prevent their hearts from being filled with awe and reverence for Meng Yifan.

Since ancient times, tales of ghosts and gods have been widely circulated among the people, and Immortal Masters capable of subduing demons and eliminating monsters are all existences that everyone looks up to.

Meng Yifan did not explain, but instead said: "Take your positions, prepare for battle."

Following Meng Yifan's order, all the hunters became busy.

Forty Elm Cannons were moved out, Bird Guns had been distributed to everyone's hands, explosive packs made of Black Powder and Congreve Rockets were also placed on the launchers, and mechanisms and traps had long been prepared, just waiting for the enemy to arrive.

Soon, the figures of constables appeared outside Meng Yifan's courtyard; they did not launch an attack immediately but waited for constables from other places to gather together.

Five minutes later, the area outside Meng Yifan's courtyard was already surrounded by more than one hundred constables and over two hundred yamen runners.

Zhang Butou was the commander-in-chief; with a wave of his hand, more than three hundred constables and yamen runners, led by their respective squad leaders, launched an attack from all four sides of the courtyard simultaneously.

These yamen runners and constables were at least First Grade Martial Artists, and those who could become squad leaders were all Second Grade Martial Artists. More than three hundred Martial Artists gathered together—this was a powerful force; attacking a courtyard guarded by dozens of hunters was simply using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.

Currently, there were undercurrents surging within Luolong County, and some major forces no longer obeyed the orders of the government.

The County Magistrate ordered all yamen runners and constables to be dispatched, also with the purpose of intimidating other forces in Luolong County; he wanted to let those major forces know that even without the support of the prefecture, Luolong County was still his, Lv Dazhi's, territory. If you are a dragon, you must coil for me; if you are a tiger, you must lie down for me. Whoever dares to disobey will be wiped out.

Zhang Butou felt that he did not need to take action himself; these subordinates alone were enough to flatten the entire small courtyard.

But just as the constables and yamen runners approached the perimeter of the courtyard, a loud shout suddenly came from inside: "Fire!"

From the walls of the courtyard, rows of Elm Cannons were suddenly set up, their pitch-black muzzles aimed at the charging constables and yamen runners. Before they could react, following a series of deafening, ear-splitting roars, fire splashed from the muzzles, spraying out dense, irregular iron fragments.

The Elm Cannons were firing Shrapnel Shells this time, which hit a large area with every shot. Twenty Elm Cannons fired simultaneously, and the sprayed iron fragments completely covered the entire space around the courtyard.

"Puchi! Puchi!" The high-speed flying iron fragments contained powerful kinetic energy; First Grade Martial Artists were like paper in front of them. Their bodies could not block them at all and were successively pierced by the iron fragments, creating bloody holes. Some iron fragments, after piercing the constables in front, did not lose momentum and pierced the constables behind as well.

A large number of iron fragments, like an iron broom, swept out, smashing the fifty-plus First Grade Martial Artists at the front into pieces.

Their severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere; some bloody intestines were blown away, and colorful things from inside were scattered all over the place, making the scene extremely terrifying.