Nuclear Light First Appears

"This is the Mohist School's latest weapon, the Divine Mechanism Repeating Cannon. It has a range of 2,500 meters and can fire 600 bullets per minute. Be careful to dodge, or you'll be torn to shreds in an instant."

Si Ming's expression changed, and before he could even curse, thirty cannons simultaneously opened fire on him, spewing forth continuous flames and raining down bullets like a torrential downpour.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that one day he would be struck by firearms. Before he could even lament the Heavenly Dao cycle, Si Ming quickly raised the Collapse Sword to block in front of him. At the same time, he activated his Bone-Shrinking Art, shrinking his body to the size of an eight-year-old child and hiding behind the Collapse Sword. Instantly, sparks flew everywhere.

Fortunately, the Collapse Sword was large enough, otherwise it really wouldn't have been able to protect his whole body. With Si Ming's physique, these bullets really couldn't hurt him, at most they would hurt a little when they hit him, but the number of them was too much.

If you do the math, thirty cannon barrels are equivalent to 18,000 bullets per minute. Even if you were bitten by mosquitoes 18,000 times, that would be enough to disfigure a person. Si Ming really didn't want to suffer like that.

"Heavenly Secret Divine Fist, you're supposed to be a Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, using such unorthodox methods. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out? If you've got the guts, come and fight me for three hundred rounds!"

Si Ming hid behind and cursed loudly. In just a short while, the ground was piled with bullets, and the surface of the Collapse Sword was also riddled with holes.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was carrying the Collapse Sword. Since it belonged to someone else, he wouldn't be heartbroken if it got damaged. If it were the Wheel-Turning King Sword, such a magnificent work of art, he would be heartbroken even if it had a bullet mark on it.

"This isn't a duel between martial artists, so why should I talk to you about fairness? Right now, you're the bandit, and I'm the soldier. Using the government's methods to eliminate bandits is perfectly justified."

"Heavenly Secret Divine Fist, you look like a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, I thought you were an honest person, but I didn't expect you to be so slick and have no self-respect as a martial artist. You look like a square person, but you are actually a hypocrite who is two-faced!" Si Ming launched a mocking Fist Intent, trying to provoke the other party to lose his temper.

Say whatever you want.

Qi Tailai's emotions were stirred, but he did not rush into the hail of bullets to fight Si Ming. Instead, he stood still, gathering his strength and preparing an ultimate move, his True Qi surging around him.

Si Ming could only cry out for help, "Murong A-Meng, come help me quickly!"

"I told you to wait, but you insisted on rushing in."

Murong Qing his energy and shook off all the prison guards around him. Then, he leaped into the air and unleashed a Thousand Directions Afterimages, sending countless frost-cold Sword Qi flying towards the gun barrels on the city wall.

"Don't even think about it! The Heavenly River Hanging Upside Down!"

Qi Tailai abandoned his charged-up ultimate move and unleashed a long, continuous fist strike that swept across the sky like a sweeping curtain, aiming to block all the frost-cold Sword Qi.

Suddenly, a long halberd of ice crystals pierced through the air, carrying an even greater chill. It struck the long, powerful fist force squarely, shattering it into pieces as if a sharp blade were cutting through cloth.

The halberd crashed to the ground, releasing a burst of frost that covered the earth with ice crystals and caused snowflakes to dance in the air. The prison guards with slightly weaker skills were instantly frozen, shivering as if they were naked in a frozen wasteland, their blood seemingly frozen in place.

With no interception, Murong Qing's Sword Qi successfully hit the gun barrel, either severing it or freezing and blocking it, rendering it unable to fire bullets.

"Who?"

Qi Tailai paid no attention to the safety of the gunners; his focus was entirely on the halberd's owner. He sensed that the other was also a Spirit Transformation level expert. Although he had been knocked back by Si Ming's punch, he had subconsciously underestimated Si Ming because Si Ming's cultivation had not yet reached the Spirit Transformation level, and he did not consider him a strongman of the same level.

"The primordial slaughter was quelled; the chaos of Hundun was quelled."

Clad in a white battle robe, wearing an iron crown and a silver fox mask, Ling Huanxi slowly stepped onto the battlefield. She drew her halberd, swung it a few times, and frowned slightly beneath the mask, Secret Voice Transmission to Si Ming, "This weapon doesn't suit me."

"Just make do with it, don't be too picky, they're all long weapons anyway."

While giving evasive answers, Si Ming moved quickly, hiding behind an obstacle to avoid being targeted again. Who knew if this prison had any other firearms? The Mohist School were actually selling weapons to outsiders—what happened to their supposed "universal love"? Did they intend to achieve peace through war?

"You came prepared after all," Qi Tailai said with a troubled expression, looking at Si Ming. "I originally thought that your swaggering arrival to provoke us was a feint, a way to mobilize security forces and then sneak in from the rear..."

Before the words were finished, two magnificent Sword Qi fell like meteors, raging fiercely, and slashed hard at the lakeside side of the Bashidi Prison, causing two earth-shattering explosions that collapsed half of the fortress wall and blew off the entire roof.

Si Ming chuckled twice, then said with great admiration, "Your Excellency is indeed a master strategist. You guessed my flawless plan. It seems your appearance is just a disguise. You may seem like a brute, but in reality, you are a wise man with courage, resourcefulness, and meticulous attention to detail. Your true title is 'Heavenly Secret Wisdom Fist,' isn't it?"

"..."

Qi Tailai's expression at this moment could probably be described as "You're praising me so much, I don't know how to be modest," but after sensing the aura of the owners of those two Sword Qi, he couldn't help but be greatly surprised.

It's another Spirit Transformation Grandmaster! Three out of the five people who came to break him out of prison are Spirit Transformation. Are Spirit Transformation so worthless now?

As if sensing Qi Tailai's confusion, Si Ming, "Using our lineup for a prison break is indeed a bit of a waste. So, the question is, if those two are here to rescue people, what are we here for?"

Qi Tailai's expression suddenly changed. He realized that he had mistaken the identities of hunter and prey from the very beginning.

Chapter 491 The Nuclear Light First Appears

"Leaning on the zither, I gaze upon the vast expanse of the sky; the azure sound stirs the waves, washing away the stars. A white rainbow pierces the sun, sweeping away demons; the bright moon shines in the sky, illuminating the past and present."

As the Sword Qi descended upon Bashidi Prison, Yan Jinghong, dressed in a gray Daoist robe and wearing an eagle mask, raised his hand and unleashed a powerful surge of energy that swept across the area like a howling storm, sending the prison guards who had come to investigate flying.

"The wise and the foolish have their way, wandering without waves; returning to my true nature, the bridge to the six extremes."

Wearing a gilded Daoist robe and a golden lion mask, Su Yingbo followed closely behind. Looking at the steel gate blocking his way, he knew that behind it lay the prison cells holding important prisoners. So he summoned a treasured sword, gathered his True Qi, and slashed fiercely, like a spring thunderclap.

"Left-Falling Stroke Form, Severing a Rhinoceros Horn on Land!"

This strike possessed immense power. Although it appeared to be a single strike, it actually contained three forces: Yin, Yang, and He. When these three forces overlapped, they unleashed extraordinary power, like a mountain collapsing and a peak sinking, forcefully cleaving through a 20-centimeter-thick steel gate.

"The Eight Forms of the Divine Edge" is a martial art derived from calligraphy. It emphasizes intent over form and momentum over strength. It is not necessarily limited to Swordsmanship. Any sharp weapon can be used. The most important thing is that it is easy for you to use. Therefore, although Su Yingtao used a sword, Su Yingbo used a knife.

There were no other prison guards in sight inside the gate. Su Yingbo was about to enter when he saw Yan Jinghong standing still. Although he couldn't see Yan Jinghong's expression, he could sense a solemn atmosphere emanating from him, clearly indicating that Yan Jinghong was deep in thought.

Did he sense a trap?

Su Yingbo looked around but found nothing amiss, so he asked cautiously, "Is there danger here?"

Yan Jinghong shook her head and said seriously, "I suddenly thought of something. Actually, you and I don't need to recite our entrance poems, do we?"

Su Yingbo was speechless. He recalled that before the operation, Yan Jinghong thought reciting the opening poem was too shameful and refused to agree to his apprentice's suggestion. In the end, his apprentice used his silver tongue and some seemingly plausible but actually flawed principles, such as "team action," "collective honor," "deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea," and "framing others," and somehow managed to persuade Yan Jinghong to nod in agreement.

He looked around and found that all the prison guards had been stunned. Even if they had heard the chant before they lost consciousness, they probably had forgotten it after waking up.

"Sigh, don't worry about such a small matter. You can settle it with your disciple when you get back," Su Yingbo urged, then pointed to his own attire and said, "Besides, your character is quite good. He has a kind of focused, honest, cautious, and otherworldly air about him. He looks very upright. My character, on the other hand, is clearly Daoist School, but he's outwardly noble and lacks any serenity. It's a bit ostentatious and clashes with his identity. I feel like there's something sinister about him."

Yan Jinghong shook her head and said, "Let's hurry up and not keep the old general waiting inside. But you also need to be careful not to use your signature martial arts like the 'Eight Forms of the Divine Edge' again. Otherwise, people will immediately recognize you, and it wouldn't be good if it were used as evidence to accuse you."