The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

Seeing such an exaggerated effect, even Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but inwardly click his tongue.

No wonder it's the Heaven-defying Fate Changing technique, formed by smashing the Eight-Nation Alliance and swallowing the Qi Fortune of the entire world!

Originally, the Book of Black's various cheats were already abnormal enough, and now with the added cheat, it's truly appalling!

No!

Solemnly furrowing his brows, Zhu Haomiao immediately corrected his erroneous thought, and realized his true heart.

All my strength is entirely due to my hard training!

Where is there any reliance on external forces?!

Exactly!

I, Little Zhuzhu, did not cheat!

Zhu Haomiao let out a long breath, feeling his mind clear, his thoughts unimpeded, and couldn't help but raise a slight smile.

Book of Black: Dao Heart +6

"..."

I suspect you are mocking me, but I have no evidence!

Glaring angrily at the Book of Black, Zhu Haomiao lifted his foot to leave, when suddenly he heard intense shouting and the sounds of battle from the front yard.

Furrowing his brows, the young man hurriedly started moving, seemingly slow but actually swift as he sprinted towards the front yard.

However, in the Pupation state, his strength was greatly weakened. Just as he was conflicted whether to give up on the halfway transformation of the Constant Star Melting Furnace Body Tempering Technique Fourth Level, the scene before him allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

Two figures were locked in close combat in the yard, each move with blades and swords flashing, the sharp Qi Force causing one's skin to sting from afar.

Several constables lay on the ground groaning and coughing up blood, but fortunately, it seemed not life-threatening as they were dragged away by their arriving colleagues for treatment.

Diverting his gaze from the severely injured subordinates, Zhu Haomiao stared at the unfamiliar figure in the center of the battlefield, squinting slightly.

It was a lean middle-aged man, wielding a three-foot long sword, his stance agile and swift as a gale.

And the person struggling awkwardly under his sharp swordplay was Yan Yunsheng.

Seventh-Grade!

With just one glance, Zhu Haomiao recognized the enemy's level, causing his brow to slowly knit.

Why is there a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist attacking in broad daylight?!

Do they really think the Da Zhen government is a public toilet or something?

A trace of anger surfaced in his heart as Zhu Haomiao instinctively wanted to break his self-seal, but upon sensing that Yan Yunsheng was still holding up, he suppressed the impulse.

The cultivation technique had already transformed halfway, giving up now would be a pity...

In the Pupation state, though he couldn't win against a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist head-on, it was easy to restrain the threat.

Stepping forward, Zhu Haomiao reached into his waist pouch, taking out a specially crafted thin steel needle, holding it between his fingers and slowly infusing it with True Qi.

Armor Breaking Force·Triumph!

Flying Brilliance·Star Fall!

Storage Explosion·Mountain Destruction!

With the infusion of True Qi, the middle-aged man, locked in Zhu Haomiao's gaze, felt a chill on his back, acutely sensing the threat of death as if an ice awl was pressing his brainstem, faintly feeling the bone-chilling cold, making his scalp numb.

The middle-aged man's peripheral vision involuntarily drifted towards the outskirts of the battlefield, and on the opposite side, Yan Yunsheng noticed the enemy's divided attention, seeing Zhu Haomiao holding position nearby, immediately gaining confidence, and forcefully launching a strong attack without hesitation.

The frontal pressure forced the man to refocus his attention, gritting his teeth.

The opponent's knife skills were crude, and their strength was not equal to his own. Given enough time, he could definitely defeat them in less than a hundred moves.

But now, with a deadly threat nearby watching him, he had to dedicate at least half his energy to remain vigilant, ready to counter at any moment.

Thus, one side continued to grow more formidable with high morale, while the other hesitated, overly cautious, and on edge, reversing the battlefield situation as Yan Yunsheng gradually gained the upper hand.

On the other side, having waited a long time without seeing the youth make a move, the middle-aged man's agitation intensified like a volcanic eruption.

He didn't fear the enemy joining the fray, but feared their silent accumulation of power, holding back undecided!

Perceiving the increasingly fierce and terrifying momentum brewing in the shadows, the choking threat caused the man to feel a desire to retreat.

But at this point, he was like a beast fallen into a trap, pinned in place by the threats ahead and behind, unable to advance or retreat!

Wasn't it supposed to be a bunch of trash?!

The intelligence department screwed me over again!!

Realizing he could no longer delay, the man gritted his teeth, risking the danger of a sneak attack, to launch a full assault on Yan Yunsheng, intending to seriously injure or force him back!

And when a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist launched an all-out, heedless attack, Yan Yunsheng was immediately overwhelmed, accumulating a dozen sword wounds on his body in just a few breaths.

However, the intense pain and the terrifying stimulus between life and death stirred something within Yan Yunsheng, as a mysterious force bloomed from deep within his spirit, filling his eyes with web-like blood vessels.

"Roar!"

Letting out a mighty roar, the long knife in Yan Yunsheng's hand turned into a white streak, slashing straight at the enemy's forehead.

Seeing this brutal strike aiming to perish together, the middle-aged man's pupils trembled, forced to bring his sword into a defensive block.

Clang!

Striking the enemy back three steps with a single blow, Yan Yunsheng pressed his advantage relentlessly, like a tiger descending a mountain, revealing an unstoppable aura in his hands despite the simplicity of his blade technique.

The wide, sweeping blade skills were full of openings in the middle-aged man's eyes, yet he couldn't grasp a single one.

Because Yan Yunsheng's desperate offensive left him only able to defend; any counter assault would result in mutual destruction!

Damn it!

A few taels of silver a month, what are you risking your life for?!

Furiously cursing in his heart, the middle-aged man no longer wanted to be involved, deciding to withdraw once Yan Yunsheng was exhausted!

However, he did not wait for Yan Yunsheng's momentum to wane, weaken, and finally collapse.

Instead, he saw the blood vessels in Yan Yunsheng's eyes growing denser, his expression more ferocious, his strength increasing, and his strikes deadlier!

Eventually, as his momentum reached its peak, Yan Yunsheng let out a shout full of exhilaration and madness, feeling the power in his meridians surge through uninhibited, breaking through the bottleneck that had held him back.

"Hahaha, take this blow!!"

Clang!

On the outskirts of the battlefield, seeing Yan Yunsheng laugh maniacally as he struck the enemy into spitting blood, Zhu Haomiao's eyes widened in surprise, sensing the familiar supernatural power.

Anger!

Simultaneously, a profound and subtle resonance emerged deep within his soul.

The connection on the fate and divinity level condensed into a real, undeniable thread, piercing through illusion and reality, linking to the pinnacle of the pyramid deep within Zhu Haomiao's sea of consciousness, transforming into a small, fragile thread of faith light!

But just as Zhu Haomiao was stunned by Yan Yunsheng's transformation, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed.

The middle-aged man's eyes sharpened after being slashed and coughing blood. He activated a secret technique, infusing all his True Qi into the long sword without reservation.

In an instant, a blinding spirit light erupted on the battlefield, and nearly materialized Sword Gang instantly congealed.

"Yellow Springs Guide!"

Letting out an eerie whisper, the middle-aged man fused with his sword, transforming into a stream of light shooting at Yan Yunsheng.

Before the attack even landed, the indestructible, refined Sword Intention had already locked onto his brow, causing Yan Yunsheng's pupils to contract fiercely.