Chapter 105: The Eerie White-Robed Man

The young man's momentum was overwhelming, and in his words and deeds he showed no regard whatsoever for this foremost power Inside the Circle. Read novels daily, super useful, 𝐭𝐭𝐤. 𝐭𝐰 awaits your reading.

The Martial Artists of the inner city couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight.

Some rogue Martial Artist from god-knows-where actually dares to come to the Holy City to run wild — didn't he bother to find out whose territory this is? Today he'll probably lose his life here.

Provoking the Holy Church with Divine Image Realm strength is no different from seeking death.

"Who dares to bark and run wild on my Holy Church's territory!"

A furious roar rang out from the core district.

Several dozen overwhelming auras appeared above the Holy City.

There were roughly thirty of them, wearing uniform spotless church robes, all at the Divine Image Realm, among them several at the peak of the Divine Image Realm.

The leader pointed at Jiang Qin, his voice like startling thunder, booming and rumbling.

"You dare cause trouble in the Holy City — what enormous nerve!"

Any ordinary person would have slipped away by now.

But impatience surfaced in Jiang Qin's eyes. Vast energy surged around him, and the golden dragon motif on the Cangling Sword at his waist flickered slightly as the power of his Dharma Image manifested.

Thick dark clouds, without the slightest warning, shrouded the entire Holy City.

"Boom—!"

Thunder rumbled and roared, and dense bolts of lightning came crashing down.

Countless bolts of thunder visibly fused into nine ferocious thunder dragons. At the slightest flick of Jiang Qin's finger, they roared as they charged toward the enemies not far away; even the energy leaking off them made these Holy Church guardians' hearts tremble.

"Not good — we can't let these attacks land on the Sheng Ting, block them, quick!"

The thirty guardians, having cultivated some unknown martial art, actually condensed everyone's Dharma Image power into a single fierce-ghost-faced Dharma Image with three heads and six arms.

This Dharma Image looked to the naked eye no different from the real thing.

The fierce-ghost Dharma Image swung the weapons in its hands, slashing out several crescent-moon Slashes.

The Slashes collided with the nine thunder dragons, and the aftershock spread wildly.

But it only held for an instant.

The ferocious thunder dragons glared round-eyed in rage, opened their great maws, and bit the Slashes to pieces, swallowing them whole and absorbing the energy within, then charged toward the Holy Church guardians with even fiercer momentum.

In their terrified eyes, the thunder dragons exploded!

"Boom—!"

Very quickly.

One figure after another crashed into the ground buildings like kites with cut strings. Though still alive, they were on their last breath, gravely wounded and on the verge of death.

At the top of a distant building.

Huo Nan swallowed, his voice still trembling with shock: "Holy crap, Sister Ling, this young brother is way too fierce — no wonder he dares to storm the Holy City."

Huo Bei beside him was equally astonished.

Although most of these Holy Church Divine Image Realm cultivators had been forcibly raised by external means, they were still Divine Image Realm after all — yet before that young man they couldn't even block a single move, completely crushed.

Xu Ling's gaze was solemn: "That man walks the path of extreme offense and slaughter — not a trace of martial technique to be seen. He must come from some great power; otherwise, at his age, he couldn't possibly have such a foundation."

To think such a master existed Inside the Circle, and they hadn't heard a single whisper about him.

Another dozen-plus figures charged out from the Jiao Ting, every single one of them at the Divine Image Realm.

But before Jiang Qin, none could last even a single exchange.

Jiang Qin grew more and more impatient — he hadn't come all this way just to clean up trash.

"If you let any more of this refuse pop out, don't blame me for destroying your Holy City!"

As these words left his mouth,

Perhaps knowing the might of Jiang Qin's 【Nuclear Explosion】, the true powers behind the Holy Church finally appeared.

Two figures entirely shrouded in white robes, not the slightest aura detectable from them.

They stood behind a bewitchingly beautiful woman in a red dress.

The red-dressed woman smiled seductively, bent slightly and revealed a vast expanse of snowy white and rounded curves.

A breeze blew past, carrying a fragrant scent to their faces.

"Commander Jiang, long time no see."

Seeing her slightly familiar face, Jiang Qin's brow immediately furrowed, and his thoughts drifted back to years ago when he was still in Tianyun Shi.

"It's you?"

"No — back then in Tianyun Shi, although I didn't kill you, with your injuries at the time you couldn't possibly have survived. Yet now you've actually cultivated to the Divine Image Realm."

He said Divine Image Realm, but in truth Jiang Qin wasn't entirely sure.

Because the red-dressed woman's aura fluctuated constantly — low, it was only Spirit-Gathering Realm; high, it pressed close to Half-Step Earth Martial; it shifted at every moment, as if shrouded by a layer of invisible mist that kept her from being seen clearly.

The red-dressed woman smiled charmingly: "Even gods exist — what in this world is truly impossible?"

"This little woman is Xu Yanran, the Holy Church's Holy Sect Master."

"Although Commander Jiang once killed me once, I should actually thank you for helping me break free of my shackles, so between us there's really no deep-seated grudge. If Commander Jiang leaves now, I can let you go."

One of Jiang Qin's hands quietly gripped his sword hilt, killing intent bursting from his eyes.

"What if I insist on taking your life?"

Xu Yanran's seductive air on her face didn't fade — her smile grew wider. With a casual wave of her hand, her voice went soft and gentle.

"Since Commander Jiang is so eager to test the Holy Church's strength, let them keep you company."

"Xingsha~"

At her command, one of the figures standing behind her moved.

His form vanished from the spot in an instant, and when he reappeared he was already before Jiang Qin, throwing a punch at the same time.

Jiang Qin raised his hand to block.

Twin fists collided.

A strange force surged up through his arm. Jiang Qin's pupils contracted sharply, and the meridians in his arm burst in an instant!

The next second, his entire body was blasted flying.

"Boom—!!!"

Only after crashing into the Holy City's solid city wall did that force finally dissipate.

Jiang Qin rose from the crater, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His right arm was recovering rapidly — for an ordinary Divine Image Realm cultivator, that punch would have utterly destroyed the arm beyond repair.

Recalling the details of that clash, he keenly sensed something was off.

"That speed was pure physical strength, and that force…"

Even facing an old-school Earth Martial Realm cultivator like Su Wanqiu at the early stage, Jiang Qin was confident he could clash head-on with his body. Yet that utterly unremarkable white-robed man had, without question, crushed him in raw power.

And that was without revealing a trace of Spirit Power.

"Roar—!"

A sound resembling a beast's howl echoed in his ears.

Jiang Qin felt his heart shrouded in a dark shadow. He had no time to dodge — relying on the instinct honed through several brushes with death, he instinctively twisted his body aside.

The next second.

A bluish-black arm pierced straight through his chest.

The white-robed man had, at some unknown moment, already appeared behind him.

A great spray of blood burst from the wound!

Xu Ling and the others, watching from the ruins of a distant building, widened their eyes.

They hadn't yet forgotten the scene of Jiang Qin instantly slaughtering dozens of Divine Image Realm cultivators.

Yet now he was being utterly dominated by a white-robed man whose presence they couldn't detect in the slightest.

Without a doubt, that was the combat power of an Earth Martial Realm cultivator.

And not an ordinary one at that.

Xu Yanran drifted down gracefully from the air, her posture elegant. Gazing at Jiang Qin with his chest pierced through, her eyes curved slightly: "Your constitution is truly special. Facing such a fatal wound, not a shred of vitality has drained away. Could it be that one must destroy your heart or your head to kill you?"