"Die!"
Li Qianfan didn't believe it. Could the young master of the Battle Demon Hall, rumored to be impervious to blades and spears, withstand his full-power strike?
He poured all his strength into this saber strike!
In terms of both speed and power, this was a blow Li Qianfan had never unleashed before in his life.
The saber light, like lightning tearing through dark clouds, carried an irresistible might. It even emitted a clear dragon's roar, heading straight for Luo Huayin's left shoulder.
"Ah?"
The onlookers, including Old Ba, saw this and their pupils contracted sharply!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed, even if beaten to death, that Li Qianfan, rumored to be the "number one trash of Dragon Ruins," could unleash such a world-shattering saber strike.
Acting purely on instinct, they cried out in unison: "Not good!"
Not good?
It was too late!
Because the saber strike Li Qianfan unleashed was so fast and so powerful that even he himself couldn't control it, let alone Old Ba and the others intervening in time.
*Crack—*
With a bone-jarring *crack*, Li Qianfan felt his entire arm jolt violently.
His heart pounded: "Holy crap, Luo Huayin's bones are this tough?"
Before this thought even registered, he heard a sinister laugh from within his embrace.
"Who's cackling in my arms?"
The moment Li Qianfan had this thought, his head snapped back.
In the instant his head tilted back—
He saw, from the corner of his eye, a "ghostly claw" with black finger coverings, almost grazing his chin as it shot upwards.
"Luo Huayin wasn't killed by my saber strike; she's in my arms right now!"
Li Qianfan suddenly understood. Before the claw reaching upwards could turn, he recoiled like a startled mantis shrimp, leaping backward with lightning speed.
He retreated three meters!
As he retreated, he swung his saber from the side, blocking Luo Huayin, who was pursuing him like a shadow.
Li Qianfan finally regained his footing.
From the moment he swung his saber at Luo Huayin to realizing something was wrong and darting back three meters, while it sounded complicated, it had actually happened in a mere fraction of a second.
Yet, Li Qianfan felt an unprecedented tension, even a touch of fear.
*Whoosh—*
Li Qianfan stared intently at Luo Huayin, who was still three meters away, and took a deep breath.
Only then did he see.
The full-power saber strike he had unleashed had landed on a nearby shipping container.
The metal wall of the container had a large gash ripped open by his saber strike!
No wonder the *crack* had been so sharp, and the recoil force that jolted Li Qianfan's wrist so powerful, making his arm go numb.
But Li Qianfan truly couldn't understand.
How had Luo Huayin dodged his seemingly unstoppable saber strike?
After all, he had pushed his speed to its absolute limit!
As Li Qianfan looked at Luo Huayin with a trace of fear in his eyes, she was also looking at him.
Whatever Li Qianfan was feeling at the moment—
Luo Huayin, who had intended to capture him easily before the fight, was feeling exactly the same!
In fact, Luo Huayin's fear at this moment was even greater than Li Qianfan's!!
Because she truly hadn't expected the power and speed of the saber strike Li Qianfan had unleashed to be so astonishing.
If not for her extensive combat experience—
And crucially, Li Qianfan's still unrefined use of speed and power, not yet reaching the point of absolute control, even if Luo Huayin had been made of iron, she would have been cleaved in half by that strike.
Luo Huayin stared blankly at Li Qianfan. After a long moment, she suddenly shouted, "I know!"
Li Qianfan was startled and quickly asked, "Know what?"
"No wonder you could endure the extreme cold."
Luo Huayin, ignoring Li Qianfan's question, spoke obsessively, "So it's true, it's true!"
Li Qianfan grew even more curious and asked, "What's true and what's false?"
"Someone told us—"
Luo Huayin stared at him intently: "You might inherit the primal 209 from Li Wujiang. But the 209 you carry is different from your mother's, and even different from all the 209s that have appeared in the world before. Because, including your mother, all previous 209 strains were female. But you alone are male."
Do strains have genders?
Li Qianfan didn't know.
He had never heard of such a thing.
But after hearing Luo Huayin speak these words, he understood why the Battle Demon Hall was so determined to capture him alive.
Looking at Old Ba and the others again.
Their gazes towards Li Qianfan now were like those of a forty-year-old bachelor in a deserted wilderness at midnight, spotting a lone young woman, flashing with a chilling greed!
This made Li Qianfan instinctively step back, and a flower he carried quickly entered its wilting phase.
"We didn't believe before that you could inherit the most primitive 209 from Li Wujiang. But now, I believe it. Ha, haha!"
Luo Huayin suddenly burst into laughter: "The primal 209 you inherited from Li Wujiang has been activated! Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to unleash such a terrifying saber strike."
As she threw her head back and laughed, Old Ba and the others also let out cackling sounds.
They were truly grating on the ears!
Li Qianfan didn't rush. He patiently waited for them to finish laughing before asking Luo Huayin, "Who told you this?"
Luo Huayin calmed down, shook her head, and said, "I can't tell you."
Li Qianfan asked again, "Am I very useful to you?"
"Not just very useful; it's a matter of life and death for our Battle Demon Hall."
Having said this, Luo Huayin gently waved her right hand.
Her seven subordinates quickly surrounded Li Qianfan.
It was obvious.
They were determined to capture him alive, no matter the cost.
"Holy crap, I really didn't expect I'd be this important to you."
Li Qianfan held his saber with both hands and forced a nonchalant laugh.
He asked Luo Huayin, "Are you going to capture me to dissect for research? Or to braise and steam me for dinner? Or perhaps invite me back to be your ancestor?"
"Attack!"
Luo Huayin didn't engage in banter. She snapped, "Give it your all, and make it quick!"
Following her command—
Old Ba and the others roared in unison, opening their arms like zombies and charging at Li Qianfan.
They paid no mind to the saber Li Qianfan suddenly swung!
The ironclad fact proved—
Although Old Ba and the others were impervious to bullets, under Li Qianfan's saber strike, three hands were severed and flew through the air.
However, there was no blood splashing.
Instead, a pale green liquid splattered out, carrying a stench like rotting corpses.
*Crack!*
Li Qianfan's saber strike ultimately cleaved the fourth-ranked man in black diagonally in two.
No one—
Not even the "zombies" who were impervious to blades and spears, could stop Li Qianfan's saber once he unleashed his full speed and power!!
Upon seeing this, uncontrollable pain flashed in Luo Huayin's eyes.
But—
Old Ba and the others ignored their injuries and deaths, their eyes burning with fanaticism, continuing to charge at Li Qianfan with guttural growls.
They would rather all die than fail to help their young mistress capture Li Qianfan alive.
How could Li Qianfan let them succeed?
After swinging his right saber, he drew another saber from his back with his left hand.
He roared angrily, "You want to capture me alive? Dream on! Those not afraid of death, come!"
*Pfft—*
In a flash of saber light, another man in black's head flew into the air.
Li Qianfan, taking advantage of the enemy's momentary retreat, backed against the shipping container, thus preventing himself from being attacked from both sides.
"Stop!"
Just as Old Ba was forced to retreat and was about to charge at Li Qianfan again, Luo Huayin, unable to bear such casualties, shouted sternly.
Old Ba and the other five immediately stopped their assault.
Li Qianfan, now filled with confidence, looked at Luo Huayin and chuckled, "Luo woman, do you still want to capture me alive?"
"You, I will have."
Luo Huayin gave Li Qianfan a clear answer, then instructed Old Ba, "Leave him to me. The five of you, go kill people. Specifically, kill people from Dongtu. Kill as many as you can. Keep killing until Li Qianfan willingly comes with us."
Li Qianfan—
Felt his heart skip a beat.
The thing he feared most had happened.
He could handle Old Ba and the other "zombies" like monsters with his speed and power.
But what about the Dark Blades?
When bullets lost all threat to these zombies, the Dark Blades would suffer catastrophic casualties!
What made Li Qianfan want to stomp his feet and curse even more was—
The moment Luo Huayin gave the order, he saw Murong Mingyuan, radiating killing intent, running over with a pistol in her hand.
She was shouting sweetly, "Don't move! All of you, put your hands up!"
Go!
Just as Li Qianfan opened his mouth to yell these two words at Murong Mingyuan, he saw Luo Huayin suddenly lunge at her herself.
Li Qianfan tried to intervene, but was blocked by Old Ba and the others.
Murong Mingyuan currently had no goodwill towards these black-robed figures.
After all, Old Ba had almost kicked her to death!
Now, her chance for revenge had arrived—
Murong Mingyuan, holding a pistol in both hands, aimed at the lunging Luo Huayin and pulled the trigger: "You bitch, die!"