Strong as a Demon!

"What are you all standing around for?" Li Changshou's face flushed red as he roared angrily. Every soldier present had actually been intimidated by Tang Jie's single slash, making him, the prefectural magistrate, lose face!

The other soldiers were jolted awake by the rebuke, finally recovering from the shock of Tang Jie's terrifying slash.

"Let me handle this!" a middle-aged soldier shouted. The many soldiers immediately perked up. This middle-aged man wore black armor etched with patterns. He was no ordinary soldier, but a centurion!

To serve as a centurion among elite soldiers, he was a first-rate martial artist, among the very best of all martial artists in Lingyue City!

"Bull Devil King! I've long heard of your great name. Take one slash from me!"

The black-armored centurion bellowed at Tang Jie as he strode toward him, gripping a saber over a meter long in one hand, its tip pointed downward and scraping against the ground.

"Zzzzt! Zzzzt!"

The saber tip scraped against the ground, spraying blinding sparks. The black-armored centurion moved faster and faster, his momentum building ever higher. That piercing scraping sounded like the horn announcing Death's arrival!

"Dragging Saber Slash?" Seeing this, Tang Jie understood that it was the Dragging Saber Slash.

To a certain extent, the Dragging Saber Slash resembled Tang Jie's Drawing Slash. Both used friction to increase the speed and force of the strike. The Dragging Saber Slash required a longer motion and more preparation time; correspondingly, its slashing power was even greater!

The black-armored centurion let out a low roar. He had slain countless vicious criminals with this Dragging Saber Slash, and he believed today would be no exception.

But suddenly, an extreme terror rose in the black-armored centurion's heart. It came from a first-rate martial artist's keen instincts, and those instincts told him that if he went any farther, he would die!

At the same time, Tang Jie moved abruptly!

"Iron Cutting Saber Art: Lifting Slash!"

Tang Jie drew his saber. The blade scraped against the scabbard, sparks scattering in every direction as a streak of saber light slashed upward from below, cutting a two-meter-long fissure into the ground!

The black-armored centurion's advance came to a halt. Looking down, he saw the iron armor on his body silently split apart. A stabbing pain came from his abdomen to his chest, while the saber in his hand had not even had time to strike.

"How... how is that possible?"

The black-armored centurion stood there blankly. There were still two meters between him and Tang Jie! Yet the razor-sharp gang force emitted by Tang Jie's blade had torn through his metal armor, leaving a shallow bloody mark across his abdomen and chest!

With cultivation at Tang Jie's level, his gang force could condense enough to kill an enemy more than three meters away!

If Tang Jie had not held back, the black-armored centurion knew that he would already have been disemboweled, his body cleaved in two from the middle!

"Too slow."

Tang Jie walked past the black-armored centurion, and a low voice sounded beside the centurion's ear.

The black-armored centurion's body went limp, and he dropped onto the ground on his backside. His entire body was soaked in cold sweat. He wanted to stand, but his limbs were weak and numb, unable to gather even a shred of strength.

Between life and death lay a terror beyond all terrors!

"Is... is he a monster? Even Lord Centurion didn't have time to draw his saber against him?"

"Enough nonsense! Shield-and-saber troops, stop him!"

While the soldiers were stunned beyond measure, some also felt humiliated. They had several hundred elite soldiers here—could they not take down a single man?

"Clang! Clang!"

A squad of several dozen black-armored soldiers strode forward. Each held a shield in one hand and a saber in the other, their steps orderly and disciplined.

"This... this... they need such a grand formation just to face one person?"

"Didn't you see it? Even those elite soldiers, fighting together, had no ability to fight back before him!"

The area outside the execution ground was packed with onlookers. They had originally come to watch an execution, but never expected to be fortunate enough to witness such a scene: a mysterious man in a Bull Head Mask had barged into the execution ground alone, forcing Lingyue City's elites to treat him as though they faced a great enemy, with a formation like two armies at war.

"Is he called the Bull Devil King? He's so strong!"

"What good is being strong? Can he fight a hundred men alone?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion. Naturally, they had no fear of making a spectacle bigger than it already was.

"His aura... feels so familiar!" True Person Heyun watched from the crowd, his brows tightly furrowed. He could not shake the feeling that the terrifying Bull Devil King's aura was exceedingly familiar.

"Kill!"

Tang Jie looked at the copper wall and iron barricade formed by several dozen shield-and-saber soldiers ahead of him. He moved sharply, choosing to take the initiative!

"Boom!"

Tang Jie stomped heavily on the ground. Surging gang force exploded beneath his foot, and the half-meter-wide patch of stone he had stepped on split with dense cracks. In an instant, Tang Jie shot forward like a cannonball, charging straight at the copper wall and iron barricade ahead!

"Stop him!"

The soldiers' hearts tightened. Tang Jie's momentum was like that of an unstoppable ferocious bull. They gripped their shields tightly, determined to block him!

Tang Jie spread his arms and, without slowing in the slightest, rammed his own body into the shield wall before him!

Gang qi flooded Tang Jie's muscles, giving off a faint reddish glow. When he had cultivated the Silver Moon Art, channeling true qi into his muscles could already make them as tough as refined steel, difficult for blades and spears to harm. Now that he had cultivated the Red Sun Art, becoming a Martial Arts Grandmaster and refining qi into gang, he was more than ten times stronger!

"Bang!"

Tang Jie's body slammed heavily into the shield wall. Amid a dull explosive crash, the metal shields split with dense cracks. The soldiers felt as though they had been struck by a meteor. Seven or eight of them groaned and were sent flying, tumbling in all directions. Their bones cracked from the impact, blood spilling from their mouths!

The surrounding soldiers gritted their teeth and swung their sabers and swords, hacking toward Tang Jie's entire body.

Though gang qi infused into his muscles rendered blades and spears unable to pierce him, enduring heavy blows would rapidly drain his gang qi!

"Roar!"

Tang Jie drew in a deep breath, then suddenly unleashed an earth-shaking roar. The roar contained the immense inner power of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

Buzzzzzz!

At that moment, the dozen-plus soldiers surrounding Tang Jie felt as though thunder had exploded inside their ears. Their heads seemed about to burst, the world spun around them, and darkness clouded their vision. More than half of the soldiers collapsed limply to the ground, while the rest staggered unsteadily, unable even to grip their blades!

"Kill him! He must be a demon! He's here to break his accomplice out!"

Li Changshou shouted in shock and fury. He believed Tang Jie before him was no human at all, but a demon—very likely the chief of the Six Peaks Gang, that demon who had escaped!

"Is he really a demon?" Seated atop the platform, the white-clothed maiden witnessed the scene, unable to conceal the shock in her beautiful eyes.

"No." Daoist Qingsong's eyes, too, gleamed with strange light, yet he gave a negative answer.

Daoist Qingsong was so certain not only because he had not sensed the slightest trace of demonic aura from Tang Jie, but more importantly because Tang Jie had held back greatly when he acted and had not dealt any killing blows. Otherwise, these soldiers would already have suffered grievous casualties!

But... the strength of this man wearing a Bull Head Mask was so great that he was practically like a demon!