Chapter 362: The Might of Martial Dao

Cannonballs whistled.

Wang Jianglong, holding his Guan Gong blade, felt an ominous warning suddenly arise in his heart.

As a Grandmaster-level expert, even if he had never practiced a Mental Secret Technique, he could still foresee fortune and misfortune in his mind, possessing the psychic ability to sense danger and avoid it.

This is one of the reasons why Martial Dao Grandmasters are difficult to deal with; they can anticipate fortune and misfortune, and even when surrounded by cannon fire, they can perceive it in advance and easily avoid the kill zone.

With Wang Jianglong's cultivation, it would not be difficult to dodge the whistling cannonballs, but to resist them and protect Night Shanghai behind him would require paying a heavy price.

Fortunately, Yu Liancheng appeared.

Yu Liancheng's palm opened abruptly and pushed forward; vigorous Qi whistled, and dense fluctuations spread out as if they were tangible.

The air in front of him was compressed and instantly solidified, transforming into an invisible wall of iron and copper, as if it could block all attacks in the world.

Naturally, this included cannonballs.

Boom—! Boom—!

The cannonballs collided with the Qi wall, instantly erupting with the most intense collision and explosion sounds. For a moment, wind and thunder shook, heaven and earth suddenly trembled, and the heat waves rolled, majestic as the might of God.

The tyrannical explosive fluctuations dispersed; Shi Heilong, Wang Xiaohu, and the others were protected by Yu Liancheng and naturally suffered no harm, while the soldiers closer by turned pale, staggered backward, and had their Qi and Blood surging incessantly.

"To receive without returning is not polite! It's my turn!"

Yu Liancheng's Qi mechanism surged, and the True Qi within his body transformed into two yin-yang fish swimming about, pulling on the power of heaven and earth and pouring it into his own body.

At the same time, a majestic fighting spirit rose up, condensing behind him into a War God phantom several hundred meters tall, its feet treading upon the six directions and eight corners.

Yu Liancheng's palm gripped the air, and True Qi penetrated his body, transforming into a tangible long spear; the War God phantom was identical to him, also holding a long spear.

Swish—

A throw through the air!

The long spear pierced the sky! It shot out like a rocket, instantly breaking the sound barrier, yet it did not fly in a straight line; instead, it wove and turned amidst the fighter jets, like a silver snake of lightning that never stopped leaping.

Boom—!

In an instant, the fighter jets across the sky were almost simultaneously pierced by the spear, then exploded, turning into fireballs in the air and roaring. A rain of fire poured down from the sky, like a brilliant and gorgeous display of fireworks, yet it possessed an unspeakable cruelty.

With just this one strike, all the aircraft were destroyed.

"So... so strong!!"

Such a shocking scene naturally stunned both sides of the battle. The dog-headed Advisor hiding in Night Shanghai almost dropped his glasses, secretly rejoicing that he hadn't chosen to run away or perform a French salute earlier.

"Oh my God, is this a demon?"

"No, only a God could deal with such a demon, run!"

As for the Alliance Army of the Concession and the government, they were almost scared out of their wits by the scene before them, their hands holding guns trembling uncontrollably. Some even developed the desire to flee, and the originally orderly ranks collapsed in an uproar.

"Science can indeed create all kinds of powerful weapons, but humanity itself is still very weak. Wanting to kill them is not very difficult." Yu Liancheng's black clothes fluttered in the wind, his pair of eyes looking down like a high and mighty God or Demon.

He saw his figure shake slightly, and one after another, figures walked out from his body, as if they were clones.

But they were somewhat transparent, glowing with strange fluctuations, as if they were alternative projections. Within a breath, forty-nine figures had appeared, throwing themselves into the battlefield below.

——Meiying Shenggong!

Perhaps even the creator of "Meiying Shenggong" could not have imagined that someone could refine Meiying Shenggong to this stage, appearing as if they were clones.

And each of these figures carried a majestic fighting spirit, wandering through every corner of the battlefield.

These figures corresponded to the reliefs of the God of War Record; each figure represented the ultimate art of one of the reliefs, appearing singular, yet actually containing vast, beginningless and endless power.

Forty-nine people performed it simultaneously, their Qi mechanisms merging into one, faintly forming a battle formation, pulling on the power of heaven and earth, causing a continuous storm to sweep through, rolling up to the sky, with sand and dust flying.

Boom—!!

Cannons, guns, and other killing weapons forged by modern industry were nothing but scrap iron under this terrifying power, turned into copper filings and iron slag by the sharp, vigorous Qi. The individual soldiers were even worse off; the raging air waves tore at their flesh, and they were shredded and ground into meat paste amidst miserable wails, the scene tragic to the extreme.

A moment later, the figures flew back into Yu Liancheng's body, and the Alliance Army that had been shouting for blood earlier had suffered heavy casualties, wailing in agony, and was utterly routed.

"I leave this to you."

After leaving these words behind, Yu Liancheng's figure turned into a wisp of heavenly light and disappeared.

The crowd looked at the scene before them, looking at each other in dismay.

Wang Jianglong let out a long breath; he had spent some time with Yu Liancheng and had thought he had a considerable understanding of the latter's martial arts.

But now he knew that was merely the tip of the iceberg the other party had revealed.

Modern weapons, perhaps apart from the "Nuclear Bomb" he had heard of, could not harm this person at all.

But with this person's psychic perception, he would be able to sense it the moment a Nuclear Bomb was launched; unless he stood there to take the hit and die, it would have no effect on him whatsoever.

……

Municipal Hall.

The Mayor was in high spirits, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sitting in the head seat with dignified authority, sipping red wine, a graceful smile on his face, as if everything were under his control.

Sitting below were officials from Britain, the United States, France, and other countries—all officials who held great power in the Concession—and at this moment, they were in a leisurely mood.

Boom—!!

In the distance, cannonballs roared, but those present felt no panic, because this battle had been instigated by them in the first place.

"With our army sweeping through, the mere Axe Gang will be razed to the ground in an instant, returning peace to Great Shanghai. This is all thanks to everyone's help." The Mayor smiled, looking quite self-satisfied.

"Haha, Mayor Tang is joking. Maintaining the peace of Great Shanghai is something we should do." The foreign officials also laughed, in an excellent mood.

This group of foreign devils naturally wasn't acting to maintain any so-called peace; they never acted without profit, only because the Mayor had promised them that once the Axe Gang was wiped out, the entire Shanghai underworld would be theirs to divide, allowing them to obtain massive benefits.

A mere Axe Gang, could they really turn the tables?

Boom—!!

Just at this moment, the ground shook, the entire hall trembled incessantly, and cracks bloomed along the walls, as if a behemoth were turning over beneath the earth.

Everyone present was thrown out, falling flat on their faces, in a sorry state. At the same time, they felt a terror as if the end of the world had arrived, anxious and uneasy.

"What is going on? An earthquake?!"

Crack! Crack!!

The roof shook violently, and cracks bloomed across it in an instant, as if it had been struck by ten thousand bolts of lightning; it suddenly came crashing down with a fierce momentum, like a falling meteor.