Fighting Across Ranks, Severing an Arm

After a while longer, Lu Siye saw that the other party still wouldn't show themselves, so he deliberately left some resentful ghost mist unabsorbed.

A layer of frost slowly formed on his body, and his Blood Essence began to become unstable.

"Kid, next time you run into a situation like this, remember to bring your brain, Heh heh heh~" a mocking voice echoed from all around.

Whoosh

Amidst the pervasive black mist, a shadowy figure stealthily approached. A dry, greenish-black hand was raised behind Lu Siye.

Lu Siye seemed to notice something, quickly turned around, raised the Blazing Blood Blade in his hand, and prepared to strike downwards.

"You're too late!" the black mist figure said sinisterly.

A palm strike, powerful and heavy, instantly imprinted itself on Lu Siye's chest. The extremely cold Yin energy instantly froze his internal organs.

"Not too late, I've got you!" A glint of golden light flashed in Lu Siye's eyes as he instantly raised his hand and grabbed the figure's wrist.

Not good!

The black mist figure reacted immediately, realizing he had been tricked.

He immediately tried to pull his hand back, but his wrist was firmly gripped by Lu Siye. The terrifying strength emanating from Lu Siye prevented even the higher-level black mist figure from breaking free.

"Die!" Lu Siye roared.

Infinite waves of Qi erupted from his pores, instantly dispersing the surrounding ghost mist and revealing the black mist figure. Beneath the mist was a gaunt, greenish-black face.

The surging, intense Blood Essence and pure Northern Darkness True Qi were poured into the Blazing Blood Blade without reservation.

The mysterious patterns on the blade erupted with unprecedented light. The snow-white blade was tinged with streaks of blood-red, and then Lu Siye swung the blade down with immense force.

Swish~

"Ah~"

A piercing scream rang out. The black mist figure was sent flying backward, leaning against a streetlamp. He clutched his severed shoulder, his eyes filled with venom as he glared at Lu Siye.

Lu Siye had only grabbed the figure's wrist. Aside from the hand he held, he wasn't confident he could strike anywhere else without missing.

Therefore, this strike was aimed at the figure's shoulder, and the result was the complete severing of the black mist figure's arm.

After this strike, although the black mist figure suffered a heavy blow, Lu Siye's condition was also not good.

The Northern Darkness True Qi in his Dantian was completely depleted, leaving only the Northern Darkness Origin True Qi, which had grown a size larger, spinning alone like an orphan.

His Blood Essence was also nearly drained, and he felt as if he had almost fallen from the Night Patrol Envoy realm.

"You deserve to die!" The black mist figure stared at him with blood-red eyes, as if trying to engrave Lu Siye's appearance into his memory.

He couldn't believe that he, a Star Lord, would almost lose his life to someone at the half-step Night Wanderer Envoy level.

Pfft!

Suddenly, a faint sound, like a bursting bubble, reached his ears. The surroundings then changed. The previously silent street was suddenly filled with the honking of car horns and the chirping of cicadas in the summer.

The Ghost Wall had been broken!

In an instant, Lu Siye knew what had happened, and a smile of victory appeared on his face.

Compared to Lu Siye's smile, the black mist figure's face was so grim it looked like water could drip from it.

He glanced at the severed arm at Lu Siye's feet, then waved his other hand towards a spot behind him. A black shadow flashed and disappeared into his body.

"Next time we meet, this Star Lord will definitely kill you." With that, he transformed into a gust of black mist and burrowed into a storm drain by the roadside.

"Heh! Star Lord? More like a rat." Lu Siye sneered as he watched the black mist disappear into the sewer.

A short while later, Lu Siye sensed an extremely potent Blood Essence fluctuation in the distance, rapidly approaching.

His tense nerves relaxed, and his exhausted body could no longer support him standing. He collapsed heavily onto the ground.

With a clatter, the Blazing Blood Blade fell beside him.

The Yin energy that had been suppressed in his chest could no longer be contained and erupted violently, freezing all the surrounding blood.

His internal energy was nearly depleted, and he was powerless to absorb this highly pure Yin energy.

A few seconds later, a golden light descended from the sky. Hot but not violent Yang energy swept across the entire street, evaporating all the Yin energy.

As the golden light dissipated, a tall, muscular man, built like an iron tower, was revealed.

The newcomer was Meng Jianmin, the person in charge of spiritual issues in the western district of Tianhai City's Town Demon Suppression Division, a master at the third realm of Night Wanderer Envoy, and the Captain of the Metal Unit.

"Hey! What are you doing here, kid?"

Meng Jianmin surveyed the surroundings. He saw Zhuang Xiaoman in a deep sleep in the corner and Lu Siye, who looked like his lamp had run dry, collapsed on the roadside.

Meng Jianmin hurried over, helped Lu Siye up from the ground, and then asked.

"I just sensed a Fierce Ghost-level Yin energy fluctuation. Where is that Fierce Ghost?"

Lu Siye opened his mouth, but with his lungs frozen, he couldn't even speak. It was difficult to even breathe. He could only extend a finger and painstakingly point to his chest.

Meng Jianmin looked at Lu Siye's pale face and then down at his greenish-black chest, which was emitting waves of cold air.

"Good heavens, you took a palm strike from a Fierce Ghost." The experienced Meng Jianmin recognized the problem immediately.

He extended a finger, thicker than an average person's, and tapped several acupoints on Lu Siye's chest, channeling Yang energy into him.

Lu Siye could clearly sense that the Yin energy in his chest, under the siege of Yang energy, had instantly collapsed and vanished without a trace.

The blood in his chest began to flow again, and the feeling of suffocation significantly subsided.

"Hoo~ pant~" Lu Siye took a deep breath and then exhaled.

He was finally saved!

Meng Jianmin looked at Lu Siye. Although he had recovered, his face was still deathly pale.

He gritted his teeth, took out a small porcelain bottle from a cloth bag at his thigh, and poured out a dark red pill.

"You brat, you're getting off easy!" Meng Jianmin said with a pained expression, then stuffed the pill into Lu Siye's mouth.

As the pill entered his body, Lu Siye felt a gentle surge of Blood Essence rising from within him, like a trickling stream, gently nourishing his depleted Blood Essence.

What a good item!

Lu Siye's eyes lit up, and a trace of eagerness and gratitude appeared in his gaze towards Meng Jianmin.

"Hey, what's with that look, kid? I'm not into that sort of thing," Meng Jianmin recoiled a couple of meters with a look of disgust.

"Right, where's the Fierce Ghost?" Meng Jianmin asked after Lu Siye was no longer in mortal danger.

"It ran away! Through the sewers," Lu Siye picked up the Blazing Blood Blade and stood up, supporting himself. "But that wasn't a Fierce Ghost; it was a Star Lord from the Net."

"The Net! Those damnable rats." A murderous glint flashed in Meng Jianmin's eyes.

"Right, which Star Lord was it?"

"I don't know, he didn't reveal it himself," Lu Siye shook his head. "But I did manage to take one of his arms."

Lu Siye pulled out a dark greenish-black arm from behind him and handed it to Meng Jianmin.

Meng Jianmin took the arm, examined it, and squeezed it. "The flesh is dark green and as hard as iron. It seems he indeed sealed a ghost into his body. Judging by the purity of the Yin energy, his strength is likely at the first stage of a Night Wanderer Envoy, or perhaps that of a low-level Fierce Ghost. Strictly speaking, he can no longer be considered human."

Finally, Meng Jianmin asked again, "By the way, did that person have any distinguishing features?"

"He was dark greenish-black all over, skeletal in appearance, and shrouded in a layer of black mist," Lu Siye said.

"So it was him. A rat is still a rat. No progress in four years, still at the first stage of a Night Wanderer Envoy," Meng Jianmin said, sounding like he knew the black-mist person, his tone full of disdain.

"Brother Meng, you know that person?"

"Know him? I know him well. Four years ago, when he first became a Star Lord of the Net, he boasted he would kill the Night Wanderer Envoys of the Town Demon Suppression Division. As a result, he ran into me when I had just joined the Night Wanderer Envoys."

"If it weren't for his black mist being useful for escaping, and the fact that martial artists aren't good at tracking, he would have been dead long ago!"

"Oh, right, his title in the Net is—Black Abyss!"