pappabearbooks Chapter 452 - 417: Execution, Family Precepts, and the Final Trump Card!
Chapter 452 - 417: Execution, Family Precepts, and the Final Trump Card!
Threads of killing intent drifted and converged, a massive force of wind pushing Meng Chuan, as if a Celestial God had descended.As he reappeared, another gigantic version of the Sea-Exploring Palm was unleashed straight away.
Boom!!!
The giant palm cast a shadow, obscuring all the light above Pei Shan’s head.
The violent Power clashed back and forth, then concentrated by the palm force into a colorless air column descending from above!
The strength had already surpassed the imagination of normal people!
The speed was equally unbelievably fast!
Meng Chuan’s third move was out, his hand was immensely large after being liberated, actually clasping Pei Shan’s entire upper body!
Then muscles knotted, exerting force!
Psh...
Meng Chuan apologized for the shadow cast over the children.
Pei Shan’s entire head, along with his shoulder blades and chest, was crushed to pieces by Meng Chuan’s palm.
It was like holding a soft-boiled egg and crushing it along with the shell.
Skin, blood, fatty tissue, brain matter, and so forth, yellow, white, and red splattered everywhere.
Worried that Pei Shan could still pull some trick, Meng Chuan delivered a further "Sinking Boat Lean".
This Demon Path leader flew instantly, after smashing through countless walls, finally stopping after crashing into the high wall surrounding the Divine Striking Martial Gym.
Boom!
The deafening noise settled, thoroughly presenting an unforgettable scene.
Half of the entire indoor Martial Arts Dojo collapsed, the whole wall bearing the Power crumbled.
Through the vanished wall inside the Martial Arts Dojo, looking outward.
The person-shaped hole in the hall wall matched seamlessly with the hole in the outer wall of the entire wrapped building, continuously rammed through by Pei Shan’s body.
Finally, a corpse with everything above the chest missing, was brutally jammed into the indentation of the martial gym’s outer wall.
If it weren’t for this wall being reinforced with alloy, plus Pei Shan’s head being gone, creating a larger fulcrum of force on the body.
The corpse would have had to smash through this wall, flying into the middle of the street, before the huge kinetic energy granted by the Sinking Boat Lean dissipated.
The police units of Fu City deployed around heard the commotion and gathered to check it out.
Witnessing this scene, a chilling sensation ran from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.
Some female colleagues couldn’t bear to look, turning their heads and muttering internally:
"Colleagues from Yong’an said that this leader named Meng hates evil as his enemy, every time he deals with Demon Path, the scene turns bloody, seems it’s true..."
The second-level chief leading the team was the first to recover, his mind quickly aligned, urgently signaling everyone to rush in and control the scene.
Meng Chuan’s figure simultaneously appeared outside the martial gym, his eyes fixed on Pei Shan hanging on the wall.
Having dealt with the Demon Path many times, he was worried about a fake death.
His figure appeared quite frightening to the police crowd.
No wonder, Meng Chuan’s right palm still hung with Pei Shan’s brain matter.
He shook it, still a bit sticky, the residue bouncing like a yo-yo in his palm.
The energy spontaneously rose, finally blowing away all the filth.
"Everyone, is it confirmed that Pei Shan is dead?"
Other officers rushed in to control the scene, subduing the Demon Path scrubs, Meng Chuan stopped a young man at the end of the line to ask.
This young man with the strength of the Sixth Qi and Blood Gate had just joined the police, never having witnessed such a bloody and violent scene.
Additionally, Meng Chuan’s surrounding energy was not yet retracted, he was immediately scared, stammering:
"Lea...leader, truly...truly dead."
Meng Chuan slightly restrained his imposing magnetic field:
"...Don’t be nervous, I am not a murderer, this guy deserved it, understand?"
With that, Meng Chuan stopped caring about him, heading directly to search in front of "half of Pei Shan".
Hearing what Meng Chuan said, the young man regained composure, continuing to follow the main force rushing into the martial gym.
At this moment, there were still remnants of Demon Path martial artists making a last stand, pulling out guns and shooting at ordinary people.
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts in chaos.
He swallowed the metallic taste of blood rising in his throat, his fingers stroking out warmth on the knife handle at his waist.
...
As the police entered, Meng Chuan hurried to search Pei Shan’s body.
He knew the "Lv Zu Statue source" was the real culprit behind all this.
It had to be found, not only for the task but for the thousands of citizens of Fu City.
The crystal orb capable of releasing the ink dragon, even in death, was tightly gripped in Pei Shan’s palm.
Meng Chuan pried open the stiff fingers to retrieve it.
This thing appeared like a Demonic Magical Artifact, yet not quite.
However, being able to withstand a punch from him, it was definitely no ordinary item.
He decided to keep it first, not surrendering it to the police, and find someone to appraise it later.
He cradled the crystal orb in his palm and examined it briefly.
This sphere was about the size of a fist, though somewhat dim overall, the surface flowed with a deep-sea whirlpool-like gleam.
As he delved deeper with his perception, the crystal orb lit up with a fleeting flash, with no other reaction.
"What does it mean?"
Meng Chuan did not know the purpose of this thing, he had other urgent matters, so he casually slipped it into his pocket to study later.
Aside from this, his perception scanned Pei Shan’s entire body.
Apart from what was worn on his hands, the mostly shattered demon path prayer bead artifact, and a small book engraved with distorted writing, there was nothing else.o inflate his ego.
As he walked towards the depths at the back of the Martial Arts Dojo, he pondered in his heart:
"It’s been so long, how come those two haven’t shown any signs of movement yet, could they really have messed up..."
A Celestial King’s eldest grandson, also the top of Xuanhuang of Yanhua Martial Arts University.
The other held a fourth-grade True Martial, the United University Martial Extreme True Inheritance from Eastern United University.
If the two of them were killed by the Demon Path in Bucheng, it would likely stir a huge wave in Great Chu...
As he was thinking this, his nostrils flared slightly, and his face changed dramatically!
His senses hadn’t felt it yet, but he smelled the aura drifting from afar in the air.
Demonic Qi clashing with the Tiger Stance aura, already a murky mix...
...
Two minutes earlier, inside the deepest master’s office of the Shenda Martial Hall.
Pei Shan’s core subordinates were all here, responsible for guarding some things of the Demon Summoning Hall, as well as... the most crucial Statue of Faith.
"Two Swords" cutting through five gates and defeating six generals.
After eliminating three quadruple-evolved Demon Path members and one deputy head priest of the Bucheng branch, they successfully broke in here.
"Screech."
The new office desk drawer made a harsh sliding sound.
Chen Xuan reached in, fumbled for a bit, his face showing slight joy.
He felt a mottled bronze statuette at the bottom of the drawer.
The moment he touched it, it was as cold as if immersed in icy spring.
He took the statuette out of the drawer and picked it up to examine.
Between the brows of the Lv Zu statue, a spot of cinnabar had faded into a dark brown.
But within the folds of its robes still embedded were scraps of "Xuanhe Tongbao" copper coins.
The two of them combined their divine senses, the touch matched perfectly with the mission’s description.
Chen Xuan, whose knowledge was more profound, explained calmly:
"It’s indeed this one, and it aligns with the ancient feel as described in the mission.
Look at these copper coin fragments in the folds; they match exactly with the ’casting money to suppress the statue’ described in the ’Pure Yang Emperor God’s Marvelous Transformation Chronicle.’
Moreover, the bottom of the statue is engraved with ’Fifth Year of Dazhong Xiangfu, Eight Immortals Temple,’ clearly one of the Pure Yang Sword Immortal statues lost by the Eight Immortals Temple in earlier years.
It seems it was stolen by the Demon Summoning Hall back then and later altered into this form by the Demon Lord behind them."
Hearing Chen Xuan’s detailed analysis, Zheng Chengcheng was more than astonished.
"You brat, your knowledge is this vast?"
The two, aiding each other in killing the enemy, had also established a certain camaraderie.
At this moment, the two were already more familiar with each other than when they had come.
Chen Xuan, still with a deadpan face, said calmly:
"Just average, not due to my own wit, all thanks to the strict and kind teachings of the Chen family’s ancestral instructions, influenced by what I’ve seen and heard."
Zheng Chengcheng nodded with a smile:
"Isn’t that a coincidence, my Zheng family, being a Celestial King clan, also has quite strict and kind ancestral teachings."
"..."
The two walked out, preparing to rendezvous with Meng Chuan.
Chen Xuan just prepared to mock Zheng Chengcheng for his lack of culture, yet trying to ride along.
Suddenly, a chill descended upon them.
It seemed something invisible and intangible was blowing cold air down their necks.
Chen Xuan’s face changed drastically; he was about to speak!
A formless, intangible object shot out from an unknown place and instantly plunged into his forehead!
He convulsed all over, and small dots appeared densely under his skin.
At the same time, the statue in his hand also underwent a transformation, with threads of light flow transforming into fine sand, drilling into his seven apertures.
Zheng Chengcheng responded quite swiftly, instantly reaching out and slapping down to knock the statue from Chen Xuan’s hand.
The strength of the incense power like sands immediately got interrupted.
But unfortunately, Chen Xuan was still possessed by some unknown entity, and he let out a strange "jiejie" laugh.
Zheng Chengcheng’s heart echoed like a bomb; coming from a Celestial King family, he naturally recognized such changes.
"There’s a conceptual Celestial Demon hidden in Pei Shan’s office..."
This probably was his final trump to guard the statue!