Lord Shenxiu-Chapter 512 Collision (Congratulations to the Alliance Hierarch, Fallen Tide Bro!)
Chapter 512: Chapter 512 Collision (Congratulations to the Alliance Hierarch, Fallen Tide Bro!)
Zhong Shenxiu lifted his gaze.
It was as if his eyes pierced through the train carriage, reaching the high altitude of ten thousand meters.
Almost immediately, he saw a group of Eastern cultivators with their hair tied up in buns, their robes fluttering, and wide sleeves waving.
The group, resembling startled beasts stumbling into a trap, was scattering in all directions. Some summoned their Lifebound Flying Swords and cried out loudly, "Kill the thieves!"
Zhong Shenxiu’s gaze instantly filled with pity.
’As expected... after the barrier vanished, even though the Western army has already invaded Central Earth, the Cultivators of Central Earth can also come over... Which clan’s intelligence squad is this? The leader seems to be a Primordial Pill Cultivator... alas, still courting death.’
’Don’t they see that even I dare not show off too much?’
He looked across and saw the air as though forming invisible walls, as solid as copper walls and iron ramparts, with many fragments of Flying Boats drifting nearby.
One could imagine the sour thrill of a high-speed flying Cultivator crashing headlong into it – an absolute tragedy.
Then, Zhong Shenxiu saw that the void opened an invisible gate, and an elder with white hair, tall and thin, dressed in a complex robe adorned with mysterious purple runes, slowly walked out: "Heretics... you should be judged!"
After speaking, he spread his hands toward the sky, as if embracing the sun.
The next moment, the three suns in the sky suddenly became even more dazzling, with blinding radiance falling down.
— Sun’s Flame!
In an instant, several Divine Power Practitioners screamed as they melted into ash within the glow of the sun.
A Primordial Pill Cultivator stood on his sword and shouted, "I will hold this one off, you all split up and break through!"
The survivors did not speak further, silently transforming into several escaping lights, scattering in all directions, with one streak startlingly heading straight for the steam train!
In the sky, that Primordial Pill Cultivator suddenly unleashed his own Primordial Pill’s might, but found it to be like a clay ox entering the sea, utterly ineffective.
He was alarmed in his heart, realizing that the odd-talking old man opposite him possessed a much more formidable might!
"A 5th sequence professional?"
The elder closed his eyes, as if savoring the moment.
The next moment, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "Heretic... submit to my Lord and ask Him to forgive your sins."
In his eyes, countless doors were opening, and the strange light seemed to bypass defenses directly, reaching into the very heart of the Primordial Pill Cultivator.
In the heart of the Primordial Pill Cultivator, a voice suddenly echoed, "Wang Tonggu, why not surrender? The sect has sent us as the vanguard to enter the Evil God’s realm, using us as sacrificial pawns... why not turn against them!"
"Who... who are you?"
Wang Tonggu cried out in astonishment.
"I... I am you," the voice in his heart laughed in response.
"No... you are my Heart Demon, my Heart Demon!" In mid-air, Wang Tonggu, under the elder’s bizarre gaze, suddenly screamed, clutching his head as numerous veins burst forth on his forehead and his eyes turned blood red.
He was developing a second personality, one that believed in the ’Lord of the Doors,’ the ’Doors of Myriad Doors,’ and was violently struggling for dominance with his original personality.
Under this mental contamination, it seemed as though countless serpents and bugs were writhing within his robe, his flesh was mutating, and he was losing control!
"Different from the ancient records... even the Cultivators of the East are changing..." The elder calmly watched this scene unfold, and suddenly grasping into the void with his right hand, he took the transforming Wang Tonggu and vanished into the invisible gates that had appeared in the void.
To him, this enemy infiltrator leader was clearly of greater value.
As for the other escapees, naturally, there were corresponding professional squads dispatched to deal with them.
...
On the steam train.
Zhong Shenxiu gently tapped his forehead and looked at the swooping sword light with an expressionless gaze.
That sword light, with a Cultivator as its center, was targeting this very mechanized dragon. His sword in hand was incomparably sharp; with a single strike, he could lift a section of the train’s roof, causing countless screams.
"Oh, Master of the Gate, what’s happening?"
The young woman traveling with them let out a cry of surprise as she felt the train tremble.
Kerry’s expression turned gravely serious, "It seems a battle among extraordinary beings has erupted. Someone is attacking this train, perhaps trying to hijack us..."
’No, you are overthinking it. Cultivators wouldn’t do this unless it’s the Demon Path...’
Zhong Shenxiu muttered to himself internally as he saw more extraordinary beings suddenly appear.
Some materialized directly on top of the train, while others relied on the assistance of a black cloak to fly through the low air at an extremely fast pace.
Suddenly, the world turned black and white, with countless vines entwining and climbing, almost covering the entire train.
Zhong Shenxiu suddenly felt a spatial effect as if the train was artificially divided into two parts.
Belonging to the mystic world and the ordinary people’s world.
A pulling force, unsurprisingly, tried to pull him into the mystic world, but with a slight change in his seating position, he continued to stay with Kerry, Johan, and the others.
In a space that was only black and white.
The train seats were empty. Six or seven extraordinary beings dressed in black bodysuits had cornered a cultivator in a carriage.
The cultivator’s face revealed a resolute expression as he swiftly brandished his flying sword.
Whoosh!
The sword light flashed, and suddenly there was a burst of gunfire from the opposite side.
A black-clothed figure’s hands revealed a baroque flintlock pistol with a red pear wood handle and numerous mysterious patterns, and they pulled the trigger, emitting a cloud of white smoke.
Bang!
The musket against the flying sword!
While at a low level, it represented another clash between the extraordinary beings of the East and West!
Zhong Shenxiu looked on with interest, continuing to be a spectator. He saw the flying sword struggling to knock away the bullet but also slowing down considerably, covered by a layer of frost.
Then, it was knocked off course and stabbed into another black-clothed figure’s shoulder.
"Sofia!"
A female extraordinary being immediately advanced, drew a short sword, and gently touched the injured person’s shoulder.
A flash of emerald light passed, and the wounded’s flesh rapidly healed.
Meanwhile, another extraordinary being’s eyes flashed with lightning, which seemed to strike directly into the cultivator’s body, causing him to clutch his head with an expression of pain.
"Honor is my life!"
A warrior clad in shining full-body armor, wielding an ancient two-handed greatsword, suddenly charged forward.
Like a whirlwind, he swung his greatsword, cleaving through the cultivator’s spell defense, cleaving through his magic robe, as well as his carotid artery, spine...
Splurt!
A head flew into the air, and a great deal of blood gushed out.
"Captain!"
Several extraordinary beings quickly closed ranks.
"Record this, the target possesses strength equivalent to the 4th rank. Very versatile abilities; capable of flying, manipulating objects, and having invisible force fields for defense... able to summon flames, lightning, frost... Next encounter, an entire Guardian squad is recommended."
The armored figure issued a muffled command, "Now... time to clean up the battlefield!"
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