The military had arrived, bringing howitzer trucks and vehicles mounted with heavy machine guns. Every soldier was armed with a rifle or a carbine.
Though Zhou Weimou was still trapped within the Illusion Technique, he had already planned for such a contingency. He had long since ordered the army to suppress any extraordinary incidents within Yang City.
"I’m saved!" Whip Sovereign, trapped within the thirty-six-man Formation, was overjoyed. With the military intervening, he saw a glimmer of hope. The Formation had already suppressed him, and it was only a matter of time before its members could kill him. But with the army’s arrival, the thirty-six men hesitated. Should they deal the killing blow?
"Go ahead," Wu Tian’s voice was soft. "Don’t worry. The military won’t be a problem."
His words may have been quiet, but to everyone present, they were as loud and unbelievable as a clap of thunder. Is he kidding? This is the army! Capturing a Jianghu expert is difficult, but if an expert stands their ground against modern weaponry, it’s suicide—a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Why is Wu Tian so confident?
Amid everyone’s astonished gazes, Wu Tian snorted. "Demon Blood Stains the Azure Sky!"
His Divine Body phenomenon manifested once again. The sky directly above the herb company was suddenly blotted out by black clouds, while everywhere else in Yang City remained clear and sunny. This place alone was an exception. The sight was utterly unbelievable. Although the military had cordoned off the street below, people watching from the surrounding high-rises couldn’t believe their eyes.
Looking at the dark clouds roiling above the herb company, even the soldiers, seasoned by countless training drills, felt an inexplicable, bone-deep chill. Anyone who stared at the clouds felt the oppressive aura of death, causing them to tremble.
Gun Sovereign, who had walked to the company’s entrance, felt a shiver run down his spine at the sight. "This... is this Wu Tian’s doing?" His eyelid twitched. He couldn’t believe Wu Tian was capable of creating such a scene. If this is real, Wu Tian is too terrifying... he can’t possibly be human!
While the dark clouds were frightening, they were still a natural phenomenon. But just as everyone watched in bewildered disbelief, blood began to fall from them like rain. Each drop carried an immense weight, smashing craters into the asphalt street where it landed.
"How can this be?"
The soldiers outside the herb company had been in perfect formation, but the blood rain shattered their discipline. Their expressions turned to horror as they scrambled for cover. All the imposing air they had arrived with had vanished, replaced by utter chaos. Some ducked into buildings; others dove into their armored vehicles.
But then...
DRIP. DRIP.
The armored vehicles sizzled and dissolved into nothingness under the blood rain.
"How is this possible?!" The soldiers couldn’t believe their eyes. What is this rain? Why is it red? How can it have such destructive power? They frantically fled towards the surrounding buildings.
Inside the thirty-six-man Formation, Whip Sovereign panicked once more. The combined pressure, killing intent, and attacks from the men had left him covered in wounds and on the verge of death. It was too late for Gun Sovereign to save him; the Formation was too tight for him to penetrate.
"Save me!" Whip Sovereign shrieked, his voice filled with despair and terror.
Hearing his cries, the soldiers outside immediately rushed into the herb company. Rifles snapped up to aim at Wu Tian, and sniper scopes settled on him. Yet, Wu Tian remained indifferent, standing calmly in place.
Gun Sovereign was stunned to see Wu Tian neither dodging nor even flinching. A person, no matter how great their Martial Skills, is still flesh and blood. They might be able to dodge bullets, but how could anyone withstand them?
"Tell them to stop," a soldier demanded.
Wu Tian was silent.
"If he dies, the Sword Emperor will be furious! The Land of the South will know no peace!" the soldier pleaded desperately.
Wu Tian paid him no mind. That problem is not my concern. The Sword Emperor wants to come? Then he can forget about ever leaving.
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Superman? He has a body of steel... a soldier thought, stunned.
Gun Sovereign’s face went pale. I thought I had seen the pinnacle of the Martial Path. I believed that if I could just catch up to the Sword Emperor, I would understand the true meaning of ’martial.’ I never imagined the gap could be this vast. To compare myself to Wu Tian is to compare a firefly to the radiant moon. I’ve been deluding myself.
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