Demonic Path

Demonic Path "Go!"

Wang Ping shouted loudly, preparing to break through with his companions.

However, at that very moment, the Purple-Robed Man, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly raised his hand and pointed at him from across the distance.

The next second, Wang Ping's mind reeled, and countless figures blurred before his eyes.

His heart jolted. He immediately shouted, gathered his breath and focused his mind, then unleashed his Qi and Blood, finally shattering the illusion before him.

Yet that single lapse exposed an opening. His opponent, wielding a Nine Ring Broadsword, scattered the renewed Crimson Scale Force and slashed at him.

When experts fought, victory hinged on the slightest thread.

Bang!!! His companion raised a shield in time and blocked the blow for Wang Ping.

On the other side, seven or eight senior Tranquil God Sect disciples in dark-gray robes took out Talisman Paper and attacked the other two Registered Martial Masters.

With their interference, the two Registered Martial Masters were immediately wounded by their opponents.

"Are we your target?"

Wang Ping abruptly came to his senses and glared fixedly at the Purple-Robed Man.

The Purple-Robed Man laughed when he heard that. "I'm not crazy. What would I gain by killing so many inspectors and Rank A Students?"

If more than a hundred inspectors and dozens of Rank A Students were killed, it would inevitably cause a huge stir. The entire Datong Prefecture, and perhaps even all of Feng Province, would then target the Tranquil God Sect.

So the Purple-Robed Man had never intended to kill the people who had fallen unconscious in the stronghold. His targets were the four Registered Martial Masters, including Wang Ping! Besides that, he wanted over a hundred Tiger-style Rifles, several thousand bullets, and more than two hundred Stab Proof Vests.

Taken together, these things were already worth far more than the Tranquil God Sect's altar.

"You want to cultivate Demonic Path Martial Warriors?"

For the first time, panic crept into Wang Ping's voice.

Demonic Path Martial Warriors!

When they heard those four words, Wang Ping's three companions also revealed looks of terror.

There were actually two ways to absorb an Implant. One was to absorb the embryonic tissue of an Implant still in its initial stage, then cultivate and practice from the beginning.

The other was to directly obtain mature Implant tissue from another martial artist and absorb it.

The latter was naked plunder—bloody, cruel, and demonic! A Demonic Path Martial Warrior was someone who did not cultivate an Implant themselves, but only plundered mature Implants from others and absorbed them into their own bodies through Demonic Art, thereby skipping the Embryo Nurturing Stage and Body Breaking Stage altogether.

Although this method of cultivation was swift, it violated human nature and carried enormous risks. Neither the imperial court nor the righteous martial world could tolerate Demonic Path Martial Warriors. The moment one appeared, it had to be killed!

Since the Tranquil God Sect's target was the four Registered Martial Masters, they were very likely planning to cultivate Demonic Path Martial Warriors.

Wang Ping and the others knew that if they fell into the hands of a Demonic Path Martial Warrior, their fate would be worse than death. Panic seized everyone, and they began fighting with all their might.

The Purple-Robed Man did not answer Wang Ping. He merely cast his spell at Wang Ping again, disrupting his mind.

This time, the Force-Refining Martial Warrior wielding the Nine Ring Broadsword did not take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he retreated.

Bang bang bang bang—

Dense gunfire rang out again. Some disciples had picked up the fallen Eagle Strike Type-II Rifles and opened fire on Wang Ping and the others.

Wang Ping sensed the danger immediately and tried to dodge, but he was still shot.

He tried to charge forward and kill the disciples who were firing, but the Force-Refining Martial Warrior with the Nine Ring Broadsword attacked again.

His opponent was weaker than him, but with a spellcaster supporting him, he could threaten Wang Ping again and again. If not for his companions nearby, Wang Ping would have been wounded long ago.

The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable. More and more Tranquil God Sect disciples were climbing into the stronghold from below the slope, picking up the Tiger-style Rifles from the inspectors' hands and hurrying over.

With sorcerers and spellcasters providing support from the side, a Force-Refining Martial Warrior holding the front line, and dozens of armed disciples posing a threat, Wang Ping and the others had completely lost any chance of breaking through.

Soon, a Tranquility Talisman disrupted the mind of a Registered Martial Master, and his opponent seized the opportunity to injure his leg. The opponent retreated out of range, and the surrounding disciples opened fire.

That Registered Martial Master was ultimately hit by more than twenty bullets. With both his Qi and Blood depleted, he could no longer resist the influence of the Tranquil God Talisman and sank into a deep sleep.

Once the first man fell, the Tranquil God Sect could concentrate its forces on the remaining three.

Soon, the second man fell, followed by the third.

Wang Ping was the strongest, so he was left for last.

He glanced at his three companions, who had been captured alive, and despair surfaced in his eyes.

In the end, he viciously slammed his palm into his own chest and shattered his heart! He would rather die than fall alive into the hands of a Demonic Path Martial Warrior.

"What a pity."

The Purple-Robed Man looked at Wang Ping's suicide and shook his head regretfully.

An Implant's value was greatest while its martial artist host was alive.

Still, the corpse could be used. The Purple-Robed Man turned to the Force-Refining Martial Warrior wielding the Nine Ring Broadsword. "Gang Leader Yu, sorry for the trouble. Please freeze his corpse."

Upon hearing that, the other man walked over to Wang Ping. He aimed his palm at the corpse, and a burst of chill surged forth, quickly freezing a layer of frost over its surface.

"Thank you."

The Purple-Robed Man smiled and nodded toward him.

"Don't forget to kill the people we want dead."

The masked Force-Refining Martial Warrior looked toward the stronghold below and spoke.

"Of course. It's nothing more than a lift of the hand."

The Purple-Robed Man smiled as he walked to the man's side. Together, they looked down at the stronghold. "After this battle, Lu Sheng definitely won't be able to rise any further. As Chief Inspector, Huang Weiguang has to take the blame. Most likely, he'll be forced out ahead of schedule, and all his plans are doomed to fail. Your people can use this opportunity to move up, eliminate the formidable rival Lu Sheng, plant your men in the First Unit, and in the end, all the hatred will be drawn toward our Tranquil God Sect. That Master Zhang certainly planned this brilliantly."

"Sect Leader Zhao made a fortune this time too, didn't he?"

The masked man in black robes turned to look at him.

"Hahaha, I hope we'll have another chance to work together in the future."

Sect Leader Zhao Yu laughed and extended his hand toward him.

The masked man in black robes did not shake it. He simply turned and left.

The other two masked Force-Refining Martial Warriors followed him.

Zhao Yu chuckled, not taking it to heart.

"Let's go. We'll clean things up below. We need to prepare to leave as well."

He led his people down the slope and toward the stronghold.

"Leader, we've collected all the firearms, ammunition, Stab Proof Vests, and sabers."

Soon, one of his subordinates reported to Zhao Yu.

"Mm."

Zhao Yu nodded. "Have you found the people the Tiger Sabre Gang specifically ordered us to kill?"

"Leader, we only found the one called Lu Changwu. We haven't found the other one, Li Fei."

"What happened? Didn't this person come with them?"

"Leader, the brothers below reported that someone suddenly sprang up in the stronghold earlier and ran out from the west. Our people couldn't stop him."

"Oh?"

Zhao Yu furrowed his brows.

Earlier, his attention had been focused entirely on Wang Ping and the others, while all his elites had gathered on the eastern slope. It was not strange that someone had managed to escape from the west.

"But how did this person break free of the Tranquilizing Spell's influence so quickly and wake from his sleep? Is he the Li Fei whom the Tiger Sabre Gang specifically ordered us to kill?"

Zhao Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Let the Tiger Sabre Gang worry about it.

"Kill Lu Changwu, then randomly kill a few students and inspectors."

Zhao Yu gave the order casually.

"Yes!"

The subordinate turned and went to carry it out.

Soon, a Tranquil God Sect disciple carrying a saber walked up to the unconscious Lu Changwu.

The pistol Lu Sheng had sent someone to give Lu Changwu had already been taken away. Before suddenly falling asleep, the last thing on his mind had been that after returning this time, he would receive a Rank A+ evaluation and finally obtain the pill that could enhance his aptitude.

Swish—

A saber plunged into his chest.