The Tables Had Turned!

Everything happened so suddenly that no one in the room had time to react.

"Wang Cheng!" Principal Lin exclaimed as he stood up, staring at the boy embedded in the wall, his bones throbbing with shock and rage.

"Cultists!" the six masked men were still shouting in unison when the Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister disciples outside the restaurant heard the commotion and leaped into the room through the window.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the time.

12:29

I need to get to the airport within two hours.

Six masked men stood in front of Zhang Fusheng, shielding him behind them. One of them roared:

"Damn it, why are they here? Protect the Cultists!"

All six people trembled violently, their muscles and tendons bulging even more violently than Principal Lin's. Principal Lin, who had been furious just a moment ago, obediently sat back down in his seat.

As for the other students and school leaders, they were all still in a state of confusion.

"Junior Disciple Brother"

Niu Dali calm voice, gazing through the masked man at the frail-looking young man:

"I expect you to provide an explanation."

Chen Yuque's gaze lingered on Chen Nuanyu for a moment, then turned to Zhang Fusheng:

"I remember these six people. They were the ones who attacked Third Junior Sister in the port surveillance footage from half a month ago."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Cultist, please leave!"

The six masked men charged forward fearlessly, their fierce attacks causing flesh and bones to shatter.

The Second Senior Sister delivered a swift and decisive sweeping kick, breaking all six men in the waist and leaving them lying dead on the ground.

Blood spurted out, crimson blood splashing up and falling like raindrops, much of it spilling onto the dining table.

Zhang Fusheng remained silent, squatted down, and tore open the head of a masked man—just as he suspected.

The other person's brain appeared grayish-white, indicating that the brain had been dead for a long time.

"Second Senior Sister."

He stood up and patiently explained:

"Look, these people are all problematic. They're already dead, but their bodies are being manipulated in some unknown way. This is called the Art of Living Corpses."

Niu Dali narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chen Yuque said calmly:

"Junior brother, if you surrender, this matter can still be left to Master to judge."

She stared at the frail-looking boy, a barely perceptible crimson glint in her eyes. In her dazed state, she didn't look at his grayish-white, clearly problematic brain.

Or rather, you saw it, but unconsciously ignored it.

She said coldly:

"So you really are backed by the Western Sect."

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly and turned around:

"Old Zhu, it's getting late. You should take Lu Yao and the others to the train station first."

Having said that, he turned back and asked gently:

"Second Senior Sister, I need to go to the airport now, are you going to stop me?"

Chen Yuque raised an eyebrow:

"If you don't resist, I'll just capture you; but if you do resist, I'll have no choice but to..."

'Boom!!!'

A sonic boom erupted, and a fierce wind swept through the entire private room. In an instant, Zhang Fusheng appeared in front of Chen Yuque and threw a straight punch!

True Thunder Force!

The True Intention exploded with great force, and the latter, in his haste, only had time to cross his hands to block!

'Thump!!'

Chen Yuque flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through the stone wall and slamming heavily onto the long street, breaking the road surface and raising dust everywhere!

"Twelve Refinements??" Niu Dali was taken aback and swung his palm to strike, but Zhang Fusheng neither dodged nor avoided, instead sidestepping and bumping into him!

The instant the two made contact, Zhang Fusheng felt an immense force far exceeding 108,000 jin, and his skin instantly cracked.

Niu Dali was also in bad shape; his whole body was numb, as if he had been struck by lightning!

The shockwave sent shockwaves flying, and the private room instantly tore apart and sank. Screams, cries for help, and the sound of collapse filled the air in complete chaos!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Chen Nuanyu protected Zhu Xiaoming and the other two, leading them out of the ruins.

Zhang Fusheng and Niu Dali clashed and collided amidst the ruins, like two prehistoric beasts battling each other. Each collision unleashed a tremendous impact, causing buildings to collapse and creating a deafening roar!

The two were briefly separated.

Niu Dali was dressed in rags, but otherwise had no injuries. Zhang Fusheng, on the other hand, was in a much worse state, panting slightly, his skin cracked and bleeding.

"Such powerful strength."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly and sighed softly:

"I really want to have a good fight with you, but unfortunately, the time and place are both wrong."

Neither the Great Tide True Intent nor the Yin Snake True Intent could be used here. The former was Liao Xianji's signature, Niu Dali recognized.

The latter, Chen Nuanyu witnessed firsthand at the Gaotian Association.

Although Chen Nuanyu has seen Zhu Xiaoming and the others off, who knows when she will return?

Chen Yuque struggled to her feet from the large pit, looking disheveled; her hand and sternum were broken, and she coughed up blood.

"This power, this level of True Intention."

"Eldest Senior Brother, it seems you were right after all. You can't even go from the First Refinement to the Twelve Refinements of cultivation and initiation of the gods in half a month."

She unleashed her power, and the faint sound of elephants echoed around her, clearly demonstrating a True Intention form of internal energy:

"They must have used some forbidden technique or Secret Method to conceal their strength and infiltrate my Hong's."

"Junior Disciple Brother, there are always people more capable than you, and heavens beyond heavens." Niu Dali crossed his arms and stared at Zhang Fusheng as if he were a turtle in a jar.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with."

He smiled, realizing that he had only unleashed one-fifth of his power from beginning to end.

Too weak, too weak!

Zhang Fusheng remained silent, looking at the middle-aged man who was emerging from the ruins.

"Excuse me, what time is it now?"

The middle-aged man, with a gloomy expression, glanced at his watch:

12:40

"Director Zheng??" Niu Dali and Chen Yuque exclaimed in surprise.

Public Security Bureau, Zheng Yaoyang.

Six hovercars that had been waiting for a long time slowly drove in. The doors opened, revealing more than twelve heavy Gauss sniper cannons mounted.

This is one of the few firearms capable of harming top-tier martial artists and even Martial Arts Master; its caliber exceeds 20 millimeters.

A single shot requires nearly two seconds to charge; naturally, this results in a specially designed projectile traveling at over ten times the speed of sound, while also carrying immense heat.

If it hits, not only would a martial artist at the Twelve Refinements of cultivation be injured, but even Martial Arts Master would be harmed.

As for the issue of accuracy, it is normally almost impossible to hit, but when two strong individuals are locked in combat, the hit rate naturally increases significantly.

"Director Zheng, what do you mean?" Niu Dali's expression turned ugly as he was locked onto by the dense red dots.

Zhang Fusheng watched this scene quietly.

He knew very well that since Niu Dali wanted to kill him so intensely, he would never let him leave, and he definitely had the ability to find out the flight information.

If he's going to do something to himself, today is the day.

Rather than fighting outside the airport and risking flight cancellations, let's try to entangle him here.

While going to the General Administration to pick up the pass, Zhang Fusheng had already created the illusion of Zhong Shan and informed Zheng Yaoyang.

Have the other party personally go to Ayi Restaurant and arrange for six hovercars to be placed at both the Ayi Restaurant and outside the airport.

Although Zheng Yaoyang didn't understand why, he did as instructed—after all, there was still an unknown poison lurking in his body.

Indeed, Niu Dali did arrive.

The moment he discovered his Eldest Senior Brother, he had already quietly pulled Zheng Yaoyang into a divine state.

Using Zhong Shan's identity, he forced the other party to 'arrest' Niu Dali.

"Niu Dali"

Zheng Yaoyang took a deep breath and said softly:

"Now that we suspect you of colluding with a cult, come back to headquarters with me. I'll personally explain things to Old Master Hong when he returns."

Niu Dali's eyelids twitched, and he gave a forced smile.

"Is Director Zheng joking?"

Zheng Yaoyang did not answer, but simply stretched his body, and a wisp of pale red Blood Qi Beacon from the ground!

He was Martial Arts Master discovered the Spleen's Great Secret.

A sniper fired a warning shot; the muzzle—no, the muzzle of a cannon—exceeded 20 millimeters, and a distorted arc of electricity appeared.

At its extreme muzzle velocity, the bullet, accompanied by arcs of electricity, formed a straight beam of light and struck the ground with a deafening roar!

Under intense heat, the soil instantly vaporized, forming a pit half a meter in diameter, accompanied by numerous spiderweb-like cracks, and at the bottom of the pit was magma formed from melted mud and rocks!

Niu Dali's gaze turned completely cold.

Blood Qi Beacon billowed, and twelve special heavy sniper cannons locked onto their targets.

Niu Dali glanced at the still-flickering surveillance camera in the distance and slowly raised his hands.