Urban Martial Saint

Upon hearing Ye Qing’s words, the relaxed atmosphere in the car became tense. If even the Bloody Monk was held up, how strong must the experts outside be? What should they do if Prince Nalan comes after them?

Amidst everyone’s worries, the vehicles finally rushed out of the cave. As soon as they burst out, they heard a roar and turned their heads to see the Bloody Monk and Helian Tiehua clashing with two unknown experts.

Helian Tiehua and the Bloody Monk clearly had the upper hand, but it must be said that these two were also no pushovers, managing to engage them in combat. Despite the strength of Helian Tiehua and the Bloody Monk, they couldn’t gain the upper hand for a while, making one marvel at the strength of these two!

The Sha Men group had mentally prepared after hearing Ye Qing’s words. Yet, seeing the reality, their hearts still sank. What if Prince Nalan really pursues them?

So, as soon as the vehicles burst out, they didn’t dare stop, quickly changing direction to evade Prince Nalan. But who knew that their escape drew the attention of those foreigners.

”Stop them!” The Red-robed Archbishop roared, directing those around him to intercept Ye Qing and his group.

”They’re the first ones out; they must have the Sun Shooting Bow. Go and snatch it back!” Lord Sara also shouted, convinced that the first group out had the bow. Otherwise, who would rush out at this moment?

The subordinates brought by these two had long been lying in wait, eager to strike. Receiving the order, they immediately rushed toward Ye Qing’s vehicles. Despite driving, Ye Qing and his group couldn’t shake off these people.

”Run them down!” Black Asura shouted as those people charged forward.

”Do you have to say it?” Ghost King Li Ruoyuan’s sharp voice pierced the night air. He slammed the accelerator to the floor and drove straight into those people.

These individuals were not weak, but far from being peak masters. When faced with the speeding vehicles, they couldn’t simply stop them with their bare hands like peak masters could. However, their speed was not slow; as the vehicles charged at them, they swiftly turned aside, seizing the opportunity to leap onto the rooftops and begin attacking the people inside.

In the foremost car were Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, Cui Yu, and others. Originally, Ye Qing was also there, but to snipe Prince Nalan, he jumped into the car behind. Now, with only a few people inside, they were no match for these top-level experts and were quickly pulled out.

”Damn!” Black Asura cursed, intending to drive over and help, but right then, a black-clad individual leapt over, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him out.

”You bastard!” Black Asura only managed to curse before being thrown out, hitting the ground hard, head bleeding profusely.

Seeing this, Left Protector and Cui Yulong were dismayed. Cui Yulong grabbed the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade and cursed, ”Let’s fight them!”

Left Protector was a step ahead of Cui Yulong, already charging out and tackling a black-clad figure. However, the skill gap was too large, and after a few exchanges, Left Protector was knocked to the ground, severely injured.

Seeing Left Protector injured, Cui Yulong grew more anxious. Now, only he and Ye Qing were left in the vehicle, but Ye Qing had internal injuries and was almost incapacitated. He had to protect Ye Qing, or else Ye Qing would be in danger. But at this moment, three more black-clad figures charged over aggressively, the situation becoming extremely dire in an instant.

Just then, a sudden whistle echoed from afar, coming from the Bloody Monk. With the whistle, the roof of the vehicle in front suddenly flew open, and the white-haired Ding San shot up from within, bringing a gust of wind as he charged at the three black-clad figures.

”Stop him!” Two black-clad figures shouted, rushing at Ding San. They were incredibly fast, their fingernails like steel knives, aiming directly for Ding San, their fingernails all digging into Ding San’s chest.

The two had only aimed to stop Ding San, thinking he was powerful due to his imposing aura. To their surprise, Ding San’s strength wasn’t as they imagined, and he didn’t dodge or block their attack at all, taking the hit directly. The two were confident that with such injuries, the white-haired Ding San was as good as dead!

However, in their shocked moment, Ding San suddenly reached out, grabbing the two by the throat. Startled, they couldn’t believe Ding San could still make a move in this situation. They knew they had punctured Ding San’s heart; how was he not dead?

Both attempted to pull their hands away to stop Ding San’s grasp. But in that brief moment, the three landed on the ground. Ding San seized their necks, lifting them and smashing their heads together.

Their hands were now free, and without thinking, they reached for Ding San’s arms, trying to break his tendons. Despite almost tearing Ding San’s arms apart, his strength didn’t wane as he fiercely slammed their heads together.

With this collision, even though the two of them were not weak, they were knocked senseless. Ding San didn’t stop there, he smashed the two together again, five or six times in a row, until their brains were splattered, then he stopped. The blood from the two quickly surged into Ding San’s body, and his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Almost the moment he threw the two to the ground, his wounds had already healed.

Several people around witnessed Ding San’s move and were all terrified. They had experienced the might of Bloody Monk and Helian Tiehua, but Ding San’s actions couldn’t simply be described as formidable—it was as if he was slaughtering dogs. Ding San attacked ferociously, completely disregarding his own life, and with such formidable strength, anyone who fought him was filled with dread. Moreover, Ding San seemed to have an undying body, with wounds healing so quickly, how could anyone fight against that?

After dealing with the two, Ding San immediately rushed toward Ye Qing. At that moment, the three people had already dragged Ye Qing and Cui Yulong out of the car. Cui Yulong held the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade and was struggling to hold on. Ye Qing was in even more danger, with damaged meridians and weakened inner strength, he was in a completely passive situation.

Fortunately, Ding San rushed over in time, wild as ever, charging directly at one of the black-clad men attacking Cui Yulong.

The black-clad man was busy fighting Cui Yulong earlier and hadn’t noticed Ding San’s ferocity, so when he saw him coming, he didn’t mind and reached out to grab Ding San’s neck. However, he ultimately underestimated Ding San. Although he managed to create a big gash on Ding San’s neck, Ding San also caught his arm, pressing him to the ground.

”Roar!” Ding San stomped on the black-clad man’s chest with one foot, grabbed both of his arms, and with a loud roar, he yanked upwards, tearing the man’s arms off.

The black-clad man screamed in pain, but Ding San ignored him and immediately hurled his severed arms at another black-clad man who was attempting to kill Ye Qing.

This black-clad man had witnessed the whole process of Ding San’s ferocious attack, and now his legs went weak with fear. Seeing Ding San rushing towards him, he couldn’t bother with Ye Qing; he let out a scream, turned, and fled, not daring to linger.

Ding San didn’t bother to chase him. Instead, he turned and charged at the black-clad man tangled with Cui Yulong. Actually, this black-clad man also wanted to run, but Cui Yulong desperately blocked him, leaving him no chance to escape. Once Ding San pounced on him, there was nothing more to say—he, too, became another ghost under Ding San’s hand. Moreover, Ding San absorbed the man’s blood, and his wounds healed rapidly, as if he hadn’t been injured at all.

In less than two minutes after Ding San charged into the scene, he had killed four top-level masters. His fierce might terrified the black-clad men. At this moment, no one dared to approach Ding San even for a moment. Around him stood a dozen top-level masters, all watching from a distance, not daring to come closer.

”What is that thing?” Lord Sara couldn’t help but ask as he watched Ding San’s actions.

”I don’t know!” The Red-robed Archbishop was equally puzzled, having never seen such bizarre occurrences.

”Don’t engage him in close combat, just keep him entangled from a distance, and it’ll be fine!”

At this moment, a voice suddenly echoed from the cave as Prince Nalan came chasing out.

”Nalan Jingwei!” Helian Tiehua exclaimed furiously, stating, ”These foreigners harbor malicious intentions, yet you openly help them. Do you still consider yourself a person of Huaxia?”

”Hmph, I only want the Sun Shooting Bow. Everything else is none of my business!” Prince Nalan declared loudly, ”Helian Tiehua, spare me the national loyalty speech. To achieve great things, one must leverage every available force. This is my opportunity!”

”Nalan Jingwei, after today’s events, I, the Bloody Monk, will surely face you in a duel!” Bloody Monk shouted loudly.

”You?” Prince Nalan sneered coldly, saying, ”Helian Tiehua is qualified to say that to me, but you are not!”

”Then let’s try!” Bloody Monk exclaimed grimly.

”Talk to me after you escape!” Prince Nalan sneered, suddenly sprinting forward, heading straight for Ye Qing.

The Red-robed Archbishop and Lord Sara were both full of surprise, not knowing what Prince Nalan was up to. They had come in naturally regarding all Huaxia people as enemies. But now, it seemed this Prince Nalan intended to assist them. What was going on?

”What do we do now?” Lord Sara asked.

”Ignore them for now; let them fight among themselves,” the Red-robed Archbishop said in English, ”Once they’re both defeated and exhausted, we’ll take the Sun Shooting Bow.”