Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

That was the reason the Fist King broke the defense line of Liberty City unstoppably on his own.

Under his attacks that were as rampant as volcanic eruptions, the morale of the defenders of Liberty City was collapsing like shredded cotton.

Other than the gangs who had followed Xiahou Wuxin for too long to separate themselves from Liberty City, the bandits and thugs who had been recruited temporarily in the few months prior were all hesitating while they looked for means of self-protection and even defection. The counterattack was somewhat in disarray.

The attackers were all seasoned tigers and wolves. How could they not have noticed the defenders wavering? The momentum of their charge was magnitudes higher than before, and the iron torrents raised surging tides, while they turned into the most ferocious animals and jumped at the enemy’s heads without bothering themselves!

Everybody had estimated that the peripheral defense lines of Liberty City would be crushed, but none of them expected that they would be crushed so quickly.

If the situation went on, perhaps most of the defenders would lose the courage of a street fight and become looters who took advantage of the chaos.

“Xiahou Wuxin!” The Fist King burst into laughter. He aimed his flag at the depths of Liberty City and roared. “Have your bones been soaked in the wine after decades as the leader of Liberty City? Do you dare show up and duel me?”

The Fist King’s roar, together with the loud echoes, turned into overlapping tides that spread over the battlefield. They hit the defenders’ chests like the bombardment of giant cannons. A lot of the defenders were scared out of their wits and could barely grab their blades and firearms.

Strength was the ultimate law in the Land of Sins.

The leader of Liberty City had no choice except to show up.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Li Yao sensed thousands of streaks of brightness dart out of the magnificent buildings near the tower that led to the sky in Liberty City. They rushed at the Fist King densely as fast as lightning.

They were all the sharpest flying swords!

Under the observation of Li Yao’s soul, those flying swords were all bound by spiritual threads, which interweaved with each other into an overwhelming net.

At the center of the net of flying swords was a cluster of spiritual waves no less intimidating than the Fist King’s, released by an expert at least in the Nascent Soul Stage!

Boom!

At the center of Great Iron City, the Star Plasma Cannon opened fire again, almost raising an earthquake.

The array of flying swords went at the plasma without any dodging. The thousands of flying swords glowed at the same time, emanating brilliance that was even brighter than the plasma. The swords formed a giant mouth that ripped, swallowed, and melted the plasma!

Boosted by the plasma, all the flying swords were as crimson as fire. Pulled and manipulated by the spiritual threads, they were condensed into a giant of swords almost ten meters tall!

The giant had cold, shining edges and tips all over the body. Even the indifferent facial organs were made of tiny flying swords. The air around the giant could not have been sharper and more aggressive. Just one quick look at it would make anyone feel as if their eyes had been pierced by a needle. It was truly magnificent!

What a remarkable sword array!

The thousands of flying swords were not simple. They should be systematic, intelligent flying swords of some sort. Every flying sword had been embedded with super-tiny crystal processors or crystal chips. They could work as independent combat units or be assembled as the armor of the commander. It was a rather advanced if not insane weapon system.

The so-called ‘spiritual puppet’ did not necessarily have limbs like human beings or other animals. As long as they were driven by spiritual energy, controlled by crystal processors, and boasted a certain degree of automation, they could all be called ‘spiritual puppets’ in a general sense.

In other words, the thousands of intelligent flying swords under Xiahou Wuxin’s control could also be counted as variations of spiritual puppets, except that the variations were too unbelievable.

As a crazy fan of spiritual puppets, ‘Fist King’ Lei Zonglie had selected Liberty City as his primary target. Did the choice have anything to do with Xiahou Wuxin’s array of flying swords?”

“Lei Zonglie…” From the gloomy giant of swords, Xiahou Wuxin’s voice that was as cold as ice came over. “You are asking to be killed!”

The fight between the two experts immediately rendered the entire battlefield soundless. Everybody was caught in half a second’s stagnation under the scourge of their daunting auras.

Even the players and tourists who were Immortal Cultivators stopped their slaughter temporarily and focused their attention on the two ‘big toys’ with great interest, as if it were a special show arranged by the circus.

The two experts took action at almost the same time.

When Lei Zonglie’s fists turned into two shooting stars, the array of flying swords around Xiahou Wuxin exploded again.

The thousands of flying swords, like erratic specters, congregated into unstoppable torrents of swords, then split apart into dozens of quickly-revolving iron caltrops, and then darted beneath the ground and attacked the Fist King from there.

The Fist King’s attacks were devoid of any fancy tricks. They were in the style of utmost masculinity as he bombarded the enemy with his iron fists.

A force shield of an extremely high intensity had been raised around him. All the flying swords would be affected and blown away if they got within half a meter of him.

The competition between two experts could be finished in the blink of an eye.

Lei Zonglie and Xiahou Wuxin, dominators of the Land of Sins of two generations, collided like two unbelievably fast tyrannosaurs, raising blasts that felt like a tsunami.

Everybody and all the crystal tanks within a hundred meters were riddled with holes by the blades and air currents that splashed out in the fight or even crushed into thin remnants. Those who were fleeing in panic could not clearly see the battlefield that was enshrouded in smoke and fire.

Li Yao could only see the battle clearly by the observation of his soul.

This was the first time that he had observed a life-and-death battle between two experts in the Nascent Soul Stage as one in the Divinity Transformation Stage. It was truly an amazing experience.

Under the observation of his soul, the whole world was disintegrated into a colorful ocean of spiritual energy, and Lei Zonglie and Xiahou Wuxin were two enormous vortices in the ocean trying to swallow each other.

Watching wholeheartedly, Li Yao suddenly had an epiphany.

The specific moves were not important. What mattered was which of the two vortices could affect the rhythm of the other’s revolution and change it into their own rhythm.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Li Yao ‘saw’ the dozens of flying swords boosted by Xiahou Wuxin finally break through the field of interference around Lei Zonglie and pierce into the enemy’s iron shell. They exploded, released dazzling electric arcs, or were frozen into translucent clusters of ice. Lei Zonglie seemed to have been heavily wounded.

But it was useless.

Xiahou Wuxin was too focused on the gains and losses of his every move to notice that the rhythm of his spiritual energy had been dragged into the Fist King’s vortex!

“Not good!” Han Te shrieked. “The Fist King is hit!”

“No,” Li Yao said casually. “The leader of Liberty City is about to fail.”

Hardly had he said the word ‘fail’ when satisfied laughter burst out from the siege of thousands of flying swords. The array of flying swords was frozen in midair as if it had been corrupted by some uncanny spell!

Like a tiger that had jumped out of a trap, the Fist King jumped out of the siege of flying swords in one step and locked onto Xiahou Wuxin, who was hiding behind the flying swords.

Boom!

The Fist King punched eighteen times in an instant.

The force behind his punches could not have been weirder. His every punch was mixed with a force of two opposite directions. They did not blow the enemy far away but seemed to have stuck the enemy in the air heavily.

The eighteen punches hit Xiahou Wuxin’s chest in a row, and it was not until the last punch that Xiahou Wuxin finally managed to break out of the Fist King’s control and fly backward like a kite whose string had been severed.

While he was still in midair, devastating arrows of blood had already spurted out of his helmet.

His array of flying swords, on the other hand, had fallen into the Fist King’s control and revolved around him slowly.

How is it possible?

Li Yao’s soul could not have been more shocked.

Lei Zonglie has deceived everyone! He is not just a simple warrior with more brawn than brains but also an expert of crystal processors and the Spiritual Nexus. He hacked the control network of Xiahou Wuxin’s array of flying swords in the soul-stirring battle without alarming anyone and seized the highest permissions of the weapon system!

What—What kind of terrifying hacking ability is this?

Li Yao thought for a moment. With his abilities inherited from Professor Mo Xuan and the extraterrestrial devils, it should be possible to sabotage the control network of Xiahou Wuxin’s sword array. But hacking without catching the enemy’s attention, planting a virus, and taking control were too appalling a task to be accomplished.

‘Fist King’ Lei Zonglie, what kind of monster are you?

Li Yao was so curious that his soul was almost breaking apart.

In the eyes of other people, the battle between the two experts ended with the Fist King blowing the leader of Liberty City away in one punch. It was like the tolling of the knell for the defenders of Liberty City.

The battlefield that had just fallen silent brimmed with energy ten times more violent than before. Battles spread inside Liberty City like magma. Countless people followed the Fist King’s footsteps and rushed toward Xiahou Wuxin’s landing point, trying to cut the leader of Liberty City’s head off and hang it on the Fist King’s flag.

Right then, an abrupt change took place!

Huh? This isn’t over yet.

Li Yao observed every subtle ripple of spiritual energy on the battlefield.

Right when the Fist King broke into Liberty City leading the charge, fire and venomous fog suddenly soared from the point of Xiahou Wuxin’s crash. Dozens of daunting auras appeared next to Xiahou Wuxin mysteriously and attacked the Fist King!

Behind the Fist King, among the ‘comrades’ who were supposed to fight side by side with him, almost ten Immortal Cultivator players aimed their weapons at the Fist King and performed an unexpected assassination.

‘Red Viper’, ‘Black Spear’, and ‘Flash Point’, the three trial-takers, were among them!

So, this is their real aim!

Li Yao finally understood that the ‘main quest’ of the three trial-takers was not to conquer Liberty City but to assassinate the Fist King. Since the very beginning, they had been allotted to the side of Liberty City, and they were just assassins who had snuck into the Fist King’s army.

There was probably something wrong with Xin Xiaoqi, too, who must have been hired by the leader of Liberty City earlier. That was why she said that Han Te and Liu Li would be killed no matter what they did!

Now that he thought about it, Lei Zonglie should be a ‘big boss’ of a higher level than Xiahou Wuxin according to the Immortal Cultivators’ evaluation. Therefore, the battle between the Fist King and the leader of Liberty City was only an appetizer, and the battle between the players and the Fist King would be the most splendid part of the whole game!