Yang Chongwei sneered, raising the long knife in his hand again, the blade light like a ribbon, "Demon Sect devil, aiding the wicked, die for Laozi!"

At this very moment,

A figure like a ghost unexpectedly floated down from the nearby low rooftop, merging into the shadows of the alley with incredible speed.

Soundless and breathless, yet a suffocating aura of death seemed to sweep over.

Clang!

The sure kill knife strike of Yang Chongwei was unexpectedly caught by two thin, distinct fingers, just three inches above the head of the burly masked figure, unable to descend even a fraction more. The violent knife aura easily crumbled and dissipated within those fingers.

"You take Wu Meng and go first!"

The Heterodox Envoy repelled Yang Chongwei and commanded.

The sneer on Yang Chongwei’s face vanished, replaced by a hint of fear, the Martial Arts Realms of the two were both Fourth Rank, closely matched.

Elder Wumeng on the sidelines was not shocked by the sudden bloody struggle, his murky eyes full of calm, emitting a faint hissing sound.

The burly masked figure reacted swiftly, suppressing grief, used his remaining hand to suddenly pull up Wu Meng and fled for life.

Two Forbidden Army Soldiers tried to pursue, but the Envoy flicked his empty sleeve, and several needle-like shadows spread out like cattle hairs. The soldiers felt a numbness at their napes, followed by blackness before their eyes, and collapsed softly.

"Stop!" Yang Chongwei shouted in shock and anger, wielding his knife to rush again.

This time, he held nothing back, the knife aura opened and closed wide, carrying the fierce murderous air honed on battlefields, knife light like tides, layer upon layer, completely enveloped the Envoy.

The Envoy’s figure fluttered like a leaf in the wind, shuttling through the knife light, without using any weapon, relying solely on his palms, and the Hand Technique seemed slow but could always respond first, precisely hitting the back of the knife or points where Yang Chongwei exerted power.

Each clash of palms and fingers issued a dull "puff" sound, Yang Chongwei felt a coldness, Inner Strength trying to invade his meridians, disrupt the flow of Qi and blood like dry wood absorbing vitality.

The more Yang Chongwei fought, the more frightened he became, the opponent’s Inner Strength was extremely troublesome, and the moves were mysterious and unpredictable, appearing more defensive than offensive yet giving him a feeling of being trapped in quicksand.

He attempted to break the cunning with force, the knife momentum became fiercer, but the Envoy like a weightless ghost could always deflect in the gaps between power eruptions.

The Forbidden Army Soldiers tried to surround, but the Envoy’s movement technique was too fast, occasionally flicking sleeve while releasing cunning hidden weapons, lethal enough that they dared not easily approach.

The alley battle instantly turned into a duel between two great masters, knife light and palm shadows interlaced, vigorous wind stirred, shaking the surrounding walls into falling dust.

Just as the two were fiercely battling, evenly matched,

Boom!

A thunderous sound rumbled, as if the heart of the earth was pounded hard, half of Dragon Tail City seemed to tremble with it.

Yang Chongwei and the Envoy in heated battle simultaneously paused, looking in surprise at the source of the sound.

Only to see the roof of a two-story building in the distance suddenly collapse, bricks and rubble pelting like rain.

Next, a gigantic shadow suffocatingly huge slightly sank, then thunderously dropped from the collapsing dust.

Thud,

The ground shook violently again, dust billowed, a giant nearly a full zhang, entirely cast in heavy dark metal, outfitted in Iron Armor.

Official puppet.

The spots where its massive feet stood crushed the blue stone slabs like fragile tofu to powder.

A huge pit formed on the ground, rubble and dirt shot out in all directions.

The two figures tangled in battle were shaken into retreat by the impact.

Yang Chongwei was startled with numb scalp by this earth-shaking stomp, although he had heard before, witnessing now was a hundred times more intimidating.

No time for detailed thought, Yang Chongwei halted steps, pushing True Qi to extreme, knife light like a ribbon, fiercely chopping the official puppet.

"Break for Laozi!"

A tremendous explosion swept and shattered window lattices of buildings on either side.

Yang Chongwei only felt a massive recoil from the knife shaft, tiger’s mouth instantly cracked, blood spattered, long knife nearly slipped from hand.

And on the spot that was chopped, only a shallow white mark left, its gigantic body even just slightly swayed.

The official puppet seemed angered, slowly turned its head, raised arms, five fingers spread, clutched down toward Yang Chongwei’s head, such a grab if realized, not just flesh and blood, even adamantine would flatten into an iron cake.

"Assistant General!" The surviving Forbidden Army Soldiers’ eyes bulged to rescue, yet were paralyzed by the terrifying pressure.

"Burning World Lotus Platform, cleanse impurity break barrier."

A voice with peculiar rhythm sounded lowly.

The Envoy’s between withered hands suddenly surged a dark gold flame, rapidly condensed, transformed into a fire lotus over a foot in diameter.

As soon as the fire lotus appeared, the ferocious bloodthirst unleashed by the official puppet paused slightly.

The Envoy’s eyes flashed with fierce light, his double hands thrust forward forcefully.

"Go!"

The dark gold fire lotus flashed like flowing light, branded toward the official puppet’s back heart.

The grasping giant claw toward Yang Chongwei was suddenly withdrawn by the official puppet, spinning with agility at odds with its huge size, abandoning Yang Chongwei, fiercely smashing toward the flying dark gold fire lot, fist’s edge squeezed the air into exploding sound.

The two collided fiercely, no cataclysmic explosion, only a sharp sizzling sound like burning fat rang, the dark gold fire crazily clung to burn on the puppet’s massive fist, those luminous runes tried to drill into metal gaps, the puppet’s whole arm engulfed in dark gold fire.

The official puppet issued a dull roar.

The Envoy’s pupils contracted tightly, he knew better than Yang Chongwei the origins and terror of this armored monster.

The greatest killer move, unexpectedly absorbed by this iron lump, although effective, insufficient to cause critical damage.

"Not good!" His heart alarm bells rang violently, figure retreated swiftly, tried to create distance, simultaneously his hands rapidly sealed again at chest, mouth uttered obscure incantations, deathly aura around surged like substantial black mist, attempted to construct defense.

However, the official puppet’s killing intent was pure and direct.

Its arm jolted hard, scattered most of the attached dark gold flame forcibly, while the other giant claw swept fiercely.

The Envoy’s pupils narrowed, figure turned into a residual shadow retreat rapidly.

The giant hand skimmed his body, the wind pressure tearing wide openings in his voluminous black robe, the claw wind swept the nearby wall into collapse.

The Envoy narrowly evaded this lethal blow, but breath already disorderly, more blood overflowed beneath the mask.

Suddenly, he was fixed, beside him somehow, another aura appeared.

As if walking out of his shadow.

..........

Chen Yi stood with hands behind, night wind stirring his robes.

He slowly unsheathed his sword, nodded to Qin Qingluo,

"Here we go."