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Chapter 769 - 312: Shenxiao·Dragon Transformation
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Chapter 769: Chapter 312: Shenxiao·Dragon Transformation

The three Tier Three Martial Saints still managed to barely support themselves with their formidable Physique and Will.

Their bodies were as taut as bowstrings, sweat pouring like rain, teeth clenched tightly.

Zhang Shisi and the other four Tier Two Martial Artists were already collapsed on the ground, bodies twitching intermittently, white foam seeping from their mouths and noses.

Their gazes were scattered.

Just a step away from complete breakdown.

The countdown to death slipped by silently in the suffocating silence.

At the top of the steps.

Fang Qingyu continued to lean on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, waiting quietly.

Finally, as the suffocating silence was about to reach its peak.

The far end of the street, the roar of an engine low and urgent could be heard.

They’re here!

A faint light suddenly appeared in Zhang Shisi’s scattered gaze.

Like a drowning man spotting a floating straw.

A fleet of luxury cars stopped steadily on the empty ground in front of the nightclub, which had long been struck into a deep pit by golden Thunder.

The car doors were pushed open almost simultaneously.

Figures exuding powerful auras flowed out one by one.

Leading the group was the Peak of Third Tier expert who rushed over after receiving Zhang Shu’s urgent order.

A Bao!

His figure was compact, and as soon as he stepped out of the car, his gaze instantly locked onto the figure bathed in golden Thunder on the steps, and the eight people pinned beneath his feet.

Upon seeing Zhang Shisi lying on the ground like rotten mud, his breath weak.

A Bao’s pupils contracted abruptly.

An immediate surge of anger and gravity rose to his heart.

However, his gaze did not linger long on Thunder God but quickly swept around the surrounding environment.

No Force Field!

A Bao’s heart sank sharply.

A sense of absurdity mixed with immense pressure flooded in.

The rules of the city, one of the iron laws.

Transcendents cannot fight outside the Force Field.

This was the baseline to maintain the fragile surface order of the city, to prevent Extraordinary Power from affecting the innocents and causing the city’s foundations to shake.

Even the top giants tacitly complied with this rule.

Within the Force Field, life and death are self-responsible.

Outside the Force Field, all beings are equal.

But now?

Thunder God blatantly suppressed the people of Lingxiao Association in Gray Rock District’s streets, without any separation by Force Field.

This was not merely a provocation to Lingxiao Association.

It was akin to trampling Lingxiao Association’s face onto the ground.

A Bao took a deep breath and forcefully squeezed out an expression as composed as possible.

He stepped forward, slightly cupping his fist towards Fang Qingyu on the steps, his voice deliberately deep and smooth, with a hint of negotiation:

"Lord Thunder God! Your name is well-known!"

He pointed to the chaotic surroundings, a hint of appropriate helplessness and reminder on his face:

"The rules of the city, you’re certainly more aware of them than we are. Outside the Force Field, Transcendents cannot act to avoid affecting ordinary people."

"So, what do you think..."

His gaze turned to the eight people pinned on the ground, especially Zhang Shisi.

"Perhaps you could release our people first? Any misunderstandings, we can sit down and talk slowly? Lingxiao Association will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation!"

He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully.

Trying to use rules and negotiation to calm this god of slaughter. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Save the people first before discussing further.

He stared firmly at Fang Qingyu’s Thunder Mask, attempting to discern any hesitation or consideration from those molten gold pupils.

However, there was none.

On the steps.

Fang Qingyu leaned on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, completely still.

Beneath the Thunder Mask, the molten gold pupils coldly watched A Bao.

No response.

No movement.

Not even a hint of emotional fluctuation.

As if A Bao’s speech with advice and concession was merely an insignificant breeze blowing past.

A Bao’s heart sank instantly to the bottom.

And at the moment his words fell.

Fang Qingyu moved!

No words, no warning.

The figure that had been sitting quietly suddenly stood up.

The golden electrical snake coiled around the necks of Zhang Shisi and the other eight, as if receiving the final command, exploded with blinding golden light.

Zila—pip-pap—!!!

A series of terrifying electric current sounds that made the scalp tingle, like thousands of glass shattering simultaneously, accompanied by an inhumanly shrill yet abruptly halted scream that suddenly exploded! ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Eight figures.

Including the three Tier Three Martial Saints who were still barely holding on.

Under the shocked and despairing gazes of A Bao and the ten Tier Three experts he brought, as if thrown into an invisible furnace.

Their bodies convulsed violently in the raging golden Thunder.

Skin instantly blackened into charcoal, clothing turned into ash, bones shattering inch by inch in ear-piercing cracking sounds.

In less than a second!

Eight human-shaped figures of charcoal, emitting a pungent blue smoke, along with the lingering golden electric sparks, collapsed powerlessly onto the cold cement ground.

Just moments ago, eight living people.

Including Zhang Shisi from the Zhang Family of Lingxiao Association and three Tier Three combatants.

Now completely lost all signs of life.

Turned into a pile of charred remnants emitting a foul stench.

Fast!

Too fast!

So fast that A Bao barely had time to react.

So fast that the shock was just beginning to appear on the faces of the ten Tier Three experts he brought.

Fang Qingyu’s actions were swift and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.

As if crushing not eight people, but eight irritating ants.

Fang Qingyu’s objective was clear and pure.

Kill!

Make these scum pay with their lives for their crimes.

Using their deaths to quell the anger in his heart.

Even if only temporarily.

As for reconciliation? Negotiation?

The face of Lingxiao Association?

The rules of the City of Injustice?

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