Chapter 4160

One robot after another, under the assault of the bullets from the opposite side, had their bodies blasted apart.

"Damned bastard!"

Yizhu came back to his senses, his face ugly. He abruptly raised his palm, and terrifying true qi erupted from within his body, tearing even the void itself.

He stirred up a towering wave of air that surged toward Su Han's group.

Even the bullets could not break through the storm; they were swept up by it and carried along.

"This guy is strong... In that case, I'll leave this one to me."

Drunken Sword Immortal took another swig of wine, burst out laughing, slapped his scabbard, and a flying sword shot out—"Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

At his command, the flying sword multiplied into countless forms.

As Drunken Sword Immortal pointed forward, the countless flying swords streaked away.

The storm was split open by the swords in an instant.

"This is... damn it."

Only now did Yizhu react—the opposite side had experts too.

When he took a closer look, his expression changed drastically. "Drunken Sword Immortal... Didn't I transmigrate into the Temple? Analyzing it from this angle, the world I transmigrated into should be... wait, that guy is Fan Xian. So my earlier guess was right—I really did arrive in the world of Joy of Life."

The more Yizhu thought, the more confused he got, his mind a total mess. "Hmm, does the Joy of Life world have a Shenji Battalion...? And that emperor and the fat guy, aren't they Zhu Di and Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi from The Wind and Glory of the Great Ming? Is this Daqing or Great Ming?"

"Good chance."

Drunken Sword Immortal's eyes lit up. He struck at once—"Immortal Cloud Body Art!"

Drunken Sword Immortal's speed reached the extreme; in an instant he appeared before Yizhu and kicked out.

Yizhu barely managed to cross his arms to block, then with a boom was kicked flying up into the heavens, the shockwave tearing through the atmosphere.

"This is going too far!"

Yizhu's expression was ugly. He forcibly stopped himself midair; his arm was somewhat twisted, but with a single shake, and accompanied by a series of crisp cracking sounds, the arm returned to normal.

Then Yizhu drew two short swords from his sleeves and came slashing down from the sky.

At the same time, the Temple's robot army also entered combat mode.

The robot soldiers at the very front deployed a true qi shield, while those behind drew short sword after short sword, and these... short swords emitted a faint sheen.

"Keep firing."

Zhu Di's voice was calm: "Increase the firepower."

The Shenji Battalion soldiers were naturally terrified by the god-like battle between Yizhu and Drunken Sword Immortal, but the motion of firing from their hands never stopped.

And under Zhu Di's order, the artillery battalion soon arrived with its cannon troops as well, aiming their barrels at the opposite side.

The artillery battalion opened fire, and a mushroom cloud abruptly rose on the opposite side.

Even with the protection of the psionic shield, large numbers of robots were utterly destroyed by this strike—so destroyed they couldn't even be repaired.

"This won't do."

The Temple force's commander, Er-2-Zhu, stared at the scene expressionlessly.

After a brief moment of thought, he spoke, his voice utterly devoid of emotion, imbued with a mechanical quality: "We can only use the second plan... decapitation strike, activate!"

Er-2-Zhu soared into the sky, terrifying energy fluctuations spreading from within his body.

And following him, San-Zhu and Si-Zhu also came charging over behind him.

They were top-tier strategic robots modified by Yizhu.

Bullets that would be lethal to ordinary Temple troops couldn't even break through the true qi on their bodies' surface.

"Interesting... then I'll join this fight too."

Fan Xian chuckled and said.

Immediately, he lightly stamped his foot, the earth cracked apart, and Fan Xian's body, propelled by the reaction force, shot toward them at extreme speed.

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