Driving Straight In II

Squads of Imperial Guards hurried past him, then split to either side, their eyes blank as they pointed their guns at one another.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss.

Countless laser beams crisscrossed through the air.

Bodies pierced and charred by the lasers dropped one after another.

Centered on Lin Xin, an enormous invisible circular force field enveloped a vast area around him.

Everyone within its range, even with Tight Martial Rings creating interference in the field,

could only barely weaken Lin Xin's visual control. Such things might have worked against ordinary masters of illusion techniques.

But against the current Lin Xin, they were practically useless.

No one made a sound. The Imperial Guards' iron discipline was plain to see.

As great numbers of corpses fell, even more cloned soldiers poured out.

Then they rushed toward Lin Xin and killed themselves one after another.

By the time he reached the gate of the first layer checkpoint, hundreds of bodies lay densely strewn around him.

Whether elite troops or ordinary soldiers, they were utterly meaningless before him.

Lin Xin finally stopped and looked up at the gate atop the slope ahead.

A burly man stood there, holding a mechanical longsword.

"When I received the order, I could hardly believe it." The commander licked his lips and looked over the miserable battlefield around him.

"I never imagined the one causing trouble would be a mere teenage Martial Artist.

I have guarded the imperial palace for so many years, yet today is the first time I've encountered anything this absurd."

"I heard that the imperial palace is guarded by the three strongest Martial Artists chosen from the entire empire. Which one are you?"

Lin Xin asked calmly.

"Dragon Monarch Dao, Li Si."

The burly man straightened, and a terrifyingly powerful scorching force field abruptly spread