Chapter 384: Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art

Those qualified to participate in this operation were all first-rate powerhouses from various major nations.

Yet, after two rounds of attacks from Yu Liancheng, only twenty or thirty remained, and every one of them was weak-limbed, having discarded their armor and weapons, possessing not a shred of fighting spirit left, and fleeing in a miserable rout.

Yu Liancheng's gaze fixed on the powerhouses turning to flee; his figure shifted unpredictably between reality and illusion, his five fingers hooked like claws, grasping at the void, his fingertips spitting out sharp, piercing energy as he shot out streaks of Sword Qi.

Chi, chi, chi!!

The fleeing powerhouses were pierced one after another, their bodies torn asunder, or simply shredded into a mist of blood by the Sword Qi, a sight too ghastly to behold.

"Spare us, Mr. Yu, let us leave, we will absolutely not oppose you."

"This operation was initiated by the United States, it has nothing to do with us, let us go."

Some powerhouses had faces pale as death, wailing and begging for mercy incessantly, like stray dogs.

"But I feel that killing you all, cutting the weeds and digging up the roots, is much more satisfying."

A cold sneer played on the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth; if he did not slaughter this so-called "Alliance Army" into a rout, then such things would certainly happen again in the future.

Seeing that begging was useless, the remaining few roared and fought for their lives. Those who had survived were all peak powerhouses of the current age, and in terms of how troublesome they were, they were even more difficult than those killed previously.

But as Yu Liancheng unleashed his full strength, it was all in vain; before long, they were all dead or wounded, with almost no survivors.

The reason it was said there were almost no survivors was because General Bu En had taken advantage of the chaos to escape.

As for the mastermind behind all this, Yu Liancheng naturally would not let him go.

Yet just as Yu Liancheng turned around, intending to pursue General Bu En, a figure darted out from the pile of corpses, a flash of blade light suddenly appearing in his hand, murderous intent soaring to the heavens, the sword light cold and grim, as if it had frozen ten thousand years of black ice. It was further entwined with wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, all blending together as it slashed through the air toward Yu Liancheng.

This blade was truly too fast.

Coupled with the fact that Yu Liancheng had already slaughtered all the experts and had relaxed his mind, although he used his arm to block it, a hideous and terrifying blade scar was still carved into his chest, and blood surged out wildly.

And that demon blade carried the power of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, continuously eroding Yu Liancheng's meridians and flesh, causing the wound to bleed incessantly, unable to heal in the slightest.

"You..."

Yu Liancheng knelt halfway down, supporting himself with one hand, looking at this person before him in disbelief.

This was a Westerner with blonde hair and blue eyes, his skin pale, standing over seven feet tall, his pair of fiery eyes filled with an indescribable evil and wildness.

"How does the taste of the demon blade feel? To be able to die under this seat's 'Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art' is your greatest honor."

This Westerner held a Japanese sword reeking of evil, a look of smugness appearing on his face; he was clearly very satisfied with this strike of his.

Yu Liancheng's face was deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, his mouth twitching as if in pain: "Who exactly are you?!"

"This seat is Jin Taibao, master of the Dongying Luoxiu Sect, and also the leader of the Heilong Society." The Westerner sneered: "Although your Sword Qi is powerful, it cannot break my 'Golden Armor Origin Art'."

The person before him was none other than the former leader of the Heilong Society, Jin Taibao, whose martial arts had reached the pinnacle; more than a decade ago, he was defeated by Hua Yingxiong and fled to Dongying, where, through a twist of fate, he became the master of the Luoxiu Sect and learned the supreme arts "Golden Armor Origin Art" and "Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art".

The Golden Armor Origin Art was a divine body-protecting art, impervious to blades and spears, immune to water and fire, and could even withstand modern thermal weapons with the physical body alone. It was precisely by relying on this martial art that he withstood Yu Liancheng's Sword Qi, then used the "Turtle Breathing Art" to feign death, launching a fatal strike while Yu Liancheng was off guard.

And the "Subduing Demon Blade" in his hand, which reeked of gloomy energy, was the Luoxiu Sect's town-guarding divine weapon, exceptionally sharp, carrying its own cold, armor-piercing energy, which, combined with the power of the "Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art", allowed him to heavily wound Yu Liancheng in one blow.

"Go to hell!" Jin Taibao shouted sharply, a violent and bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes, the Subduing Demon Blade carving out a ribbon of blade light as it slashed toward Yu Liancheng's head, intending to kill him in one strike.

As this blade struck out, it was as if it had slashed through a veil of mist. It was also as if it had torn open a dream, shattering the illusion, and the world before his eyes turned upside down, as if he had moved from an illusory space into reality.

"This, you actually..." The pupils in Jin Taibao's eyes dilated, and he could not help but fly backward, covering a distance of ten or so meters in the blink of an eye.

The previously heavily wounded and lethargic Yu Liancheng dissipated with a boom, while another complete and unharmed Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching him with composure.

At this moment, how could Jin Taibao not understand that he had clearly fallen for this man's illusion technique earlier.

Yu Liancheng rubbed his chin, looking at Jin Taibao playfully: "Jin Taibao, Golden Armor Origin Art... very good, I am very interested in the Luoxiu Sect's Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art; it is said to be able to stir the four symbols of wind, thunder, fire, and lightning, and influence the Heavenly Phenomenon. If you hand it over for this seat to see, it is not impossible to spare your life."

"You want the 'Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art'?" Jin Taibao gripped the Subduing Demon Blade, his expression cold to the extreme.

"Correct." Yu Liancheng nodded.

"Fine, I will give it to you." After Jin Taibao finished this sentence, he roared suddenly, his robes billowing, his entire body having gathered the energy of the 'Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art'.

The long blade was raised high toward the sky, as if to borrow power from the heavens; streaks of thunder and lightning cracked from the void, attaching themselves to the Subduing Demon Blade. And as this blade slashed down violently, the blade light had already transformed into roaring thunder and lightning, crossing a distance of ten or so meters as it slashed down toward Yu Liancheng with a boom.

It was precisely the "Thunder-Rushing Style" of the Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Evil Art.

The "Thunder-Rushing Style" drew down wild thunder and lightning, which could be heard for dozens of kilometers around, as if a God of Thunder had descended to deliver punishment, slaying all evil in the world.

The few powerhouses who were originally on their last breaths were also shaken to death alive at this moment.

Yu Liancheng raised his eyebrows, twisted his waist, and raised his fist high, punching out wildly; the fist momentum was heavy as a mountain, and dense black cracks were actually interwoven upon the fist.

At a glance, this punch gave one a feeling of sluggishness, as if it were advancing inch by inch, but in reality, it was as swift as lightning. And every time it pushed forward, more cracks appeared in the surroundings, as if space itself had been shattered by this punch.

Boom!!

The fist and the thunderous sword light intertwined, and there was a momentary silence, as if all sound had been stripped away, and everything had fallen into stillness.

But in the next instant, there was an earth-shattering roar and tremor.

The steady earth instantly became like a raging sea, surging crazily, with cracks blooming one after another, dust filling the air and shooting straight into the sky.

Under this mighty fist force, the thunder and lightning were actually ground away inch by inch, causing Jin Taibao to reveal an expression of disbelief.

When the power of the thunder completely collapsed, Yu Liancheng's fist force was also exhausted.

He raised his arm to look at his own fist, a look of contemplation appearing between his brows, and then he raised his eyebrows, sneering at Jin Taibao: "Is that all the strength you have? Didn't you eat?"