The Entry-plundering Demon Hunter

Chapter 411: Chapter 366: The Town Martial Department’s Trump Card Emerges

Evening was drawing near.

Night fell over every city in the New District.

In Shanyang City, the night lights were brilliant.

It was as if this place had never been touched by the shadow of beasts or the men in black.

The young men and women still took advantage of the night’s arrival.

They walked the streets in groups of three and five.

Some were heading straight for bars and nightclubs, while others strolled down the street, talking and laughing.

Cars formed long, flowing lines,

Weaving through the city.

It was as if nothing bad had ever happened here.

Meng Die sat in a car, looking at a KTV not far away.

Luxury cars, each worth over a million, were all parked there.

Many people were walking into the KTV.

Wei Shang, sitting beside her, stared at the scene for a while.

"Sister Die, why do you think those Blood Handprint people haven’t wrecked Shanyang City?

Looking at the people here, it’s like they’ve never faced a crisis!"

"It’s already dark, but they’re completely unaffected!"

"They’re just eating and drinking like always..."

Meng Die smiled and glanced back at him.

"Isn’t it simple? Who would foul their own nest?"

"Shanyang City is an important stronghold for the Blood Handprint. Why would they bring the fire to their own doorstep?"

"However, the more it’s like this, the more it proves there’s a problem in Shanyang City!"

Wei Shang nodded. "What time do we move?"

"Let’s wait a little longer. It’s just gotten dark; it’s not the right time to strike yet!"

"There are too many pedestrians outside. It would be easy to harm innocents. We’ll wait until late at night!"

After Meng Die finished speaking, Wei Shang said no more.

His gaze returned to the world outside the car window.

Tonight would determine if they could eliminate the Blood Handprint members entrenched in Shanyang City.

Therefore, none of them dared to be careless.

The slightest mistake, and all their previous efforts would be for naught.

Wei Shang felt a growing tension in his heart.

A similar scene was playing out in several other cities.

But in Ancient Temple City, inside Jinzhong Temple...

A large, burly man had a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He hadn’t lit it, however.

Mainly because a little monk was standing in front of him,

Staring at him intently.

"Hey, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Amitabha, Benefactor. The weather is dry. Smoking could easily start a forest fire. I must ask you to abandon this idea!"

The little monk said quickly, bowing.

The burly man nodded, took the cigarette from his mouth, and put it back in the pack.

"Fine, I won’t smoke, alright? I’m going to go offer some incense!"

With that, he walked toward an incense burner up ahead.

The incense here was free, laid out to the side.

Anyone who wanted to offer incense could take some for themselves.

He took out three sticks of incense, lit them, bowed a few times, and inserted them into the burner.

Only then did he look back at the little monk.

"Is this okay now?"

The little monk once again placed his palms together and chanted "Amitabha."

Only then did he turn and leave.

The moment he left, Mo Yanfeng walked over.

"Who do you know that smokes inside a temple?"

Hearing this, Chu Zhengxiong shot him a glance.

"What’s wrong with me having a smoke? Didn’t you see all this burning incense? How is my one cigarette going to start a forest fire?" Chu Zhengxiong said defiantly.

As soon as he finished, several girls nearby couldn’t help but laugh.

Although Chu Zhengxiong was annoyed, he didn’t try to light his cigarette again.

Instead, he started wandering around the temple with Mo Yanfeng and the others. ree

With no intention of leaving...

「Soon, it was late at night.」

The temple remained brightly lit.

The worshippers who had come to offer incense had all long since descended the mountain one by one.

However...

In the small courtyard behind the main hall.

The middle-aged monk had long since returned to his meditation room to sit and rest.

However, his mind wasn’t on it at all.

His thoughts were unsettled, and distracting notions ran rampant.

It was impossible for him to enter a meditative state.

It wasn’t until past eleven at night that a black-robed man hurried in.

He quickly opened his eyes and said, "How is it? Has word come from the other cities?"

"Yes, news has arrived from the other cities. Those people from the Town Martial Department have already begun their operation!"

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in the middle-aged monk’s eyes.

"Lure the enemy in deep and wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!"

The black-robed man quickly walked back outside.

Only at this moment did the middle-aged monk’s heart finally calm down.

’Tonight I can finally sleep peacefully.’

’When I wake up, maybe I’ll have some good news to welcome me.’

’According to my plan, the Town Martial Department will suffer heavy casualties tonight.’

’It would be even better if we could kill Lin Yi, Meng Die, and Yang Biao.’

’Once they’re dead, the Town Martial Department will be paralyzed.’

’He JianShe alone poses no threat at all.’

’Just like the Demon Hunting Bureau now.’

’It’s already suffered a great loss of vitality and has become sluggish.’

However, the middle-aged monk never would have dreamed...

That the moment the black-robed man had just retreated from the room...

He was immediately taken down on the spot by several people.

At a stone table, Lin Yi sat with Chu Zhengxiong and Mo Yanfeng.

Between them, there was also an old monk.

It was the same person who had taken Lin Yi to the dining hall earlier.

Lin Yi held his teacup and took a gentle sip.

After a short while, Wei Nan came over with a few Right Guards.

"All the monks on the mountain have been taken down!"

"Everyone connected to the Blood Handprint has been captured!"

"Should we arrest the one inside?"

Wei Nan glanced at the room they hadn’t yet entered.

Lin Yi smiled. "He’s a fish in a barrel. No need to rush."

Turning his head, he looked at Chu Zhengxiong and Mo Yanfeng.

"Brother Chu, Brother Mo, it seems there are a few Lord Blood Envoys staying at the inn down the mountain!"

Chu Zhengxiong nodded. "Understood. Leave those outsiders to us!"

After he finished speaking, Chu Zhengxiong led Mo Yanfeng, Chen Shuang, and the others out.

Lin Yi picked up his teacup and took another gentle sip of tea.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

He saw a message from Old He.

: Elder Qu and Elder Yang have come out of seclusion. Don’t worry!

Seeing the message, Lin Yi chuckled and nodded.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he glanced at the night sky.

After a long moment, he said with a light laugh, "With these two old masters out of seclusion, tonight’s game is already won!"

...

Shiquan City.

Inside a warehouse.

A large number of Left Guards flooded into the warehouse.

"Lord Right Guard, we haven’t found a single member of the Blood Handprint!"

"Lord Right Guard, the bodies have all disappeared too!"

"Lord Right Guard..."

One by one, the reports quickly reached Yang Biao.

When he heard them, his expression changed abruptly.

They had spent the last two days investigating this place thoroughly.

This warehouse was the Blood Handprint’s largest stronghold and feeding ground in Shiquan City.

It had two levels, upper and lower, and housed hundreds of Blood Handprint members.

The basement, in particular, was more like a slaughterhouse.

And now, there wasn’t a single person left.

Even the ’food’ had vanished without a trace.

Yang Biao immediately realized what had happened. "Damn it, we’ve walked into a trap!"

"Withdraw! Get out of here!"

After Yang Biao gave the order,

He headed directly for the warehouse’s main door.

But just as he reached the entrance, a few Left Guards had just opened the door.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Instantly, they were blasted back by a volley of gunfire.

Bullet after bullet slammed into the bodies of those Left Guards.

They died on the spot.

Seeing this, Yang Biao quickly dodged to the side.

He hurriedly turned and signaled for the other Left Guards to take cover as well.

After a long moment, a man’s cold laugh came from outside. "Lord Right Guard, is it cool inside the warehouse?"

Yang Biao’s face darkened, and his brows knitted together tightly.

Just then, large amounts of white smoke began to spray from the pipes inside the warehouse.

And this smoke was intensely cold.

The temperature in the warehouse quickly plummeted.

The warehouse was especially vulnerable, having no windows and only this one main door.

Now the door was blocked, and outside was full of Blood Handprint members.

Clearly, this was a trap.

They had deliberately lured Yang Biao and the Left Guards he led inside.

And then sealed them in.

Yang Biao said nothing, his expression completely calm.

There was none of the panic one would expect from someone who had fallen into a trap.

Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he had expected this all along.

The Blood Handprint member outside, seeing that Yang Biao wasn’t speaking,

Grew impatient. "Lord Right Guard, if you want to live, it’s not a difficult thing!"

"As long as you’re willing to pledge allegiance to us, you can not only live but also enjoy supreme power!"

"The New District is finished, and so is the Huawu Alliance!"

"You have such a high cultivation realm and such great Martial Arts talent.

Why must you throw your life away here?"

"Just say the word, be willing to abandon the darkness for the light, and I will give you a chance to live. How about it?"

The man outside continued to try and persuade Yang Biao.

They all knew that Yang Biao had reached the Star Tempering Realm.

Actually stopping him would not be an easy task.

If they could truly persuade him to surrender and join the Blood Handprint, they would gain a powerful ally.

However...

They had greatly underestimated the people of the Town Martial Department.

Those who could join the Town Martial Department were all people of faith.

And their faith was the Martial God.

To them, the Martial God in their hearts was like a true deity.

The day they joined the Town Martial Department, they had sworn an oath to serve the Martial God for life.

So... Yang Biao sneered.

"Join your Blood Handprint?"

"That’s right! We, the Blood Handprint, are the inheritors of the one true god!"

"And we are already spread throughout every alliance. Once the true god’s will descends, the entire world will belong to the Blood Handprint! Yang You Si, I am now sincerely extending an invitation to you!"

"This opportunity only comes once. I hope you will consider it carefully!"

"Otherwise, if you miss this chance..."

Before the man outside could finish speaking,

Suddenly, another person spoke.

It was an aged voice, speaking with contempt, "And what if one misses the chance to join your Blood Handprint?"

The next moment.

A series of miserable screams came from outside.

The corners of Yang Biao’s mouth turned up. He quickly turned and said, "Fight our way out!"

Instantly, the Left Guards all nodded.

With murderous intent in their eyes, they charged out of the warehouse.

When Yang Biao got outside the warehouse, he saw Feng Lei leading the Right Guards, already clashing with the Blood Handprint members.

The Blood Handprint people were clearly no match for the Right Guards.

Every Right Guard was a brave and skilled warrior with vast combat experience.

They were, after all, external combat personnel,

Sent everywhere to carry out dangerous and extreme missions.

It was no exaggeration to say that they had all crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Therefore, with the Right Guards joining the fray,

They immediately began to indiscriminately crush the Blood Handprint.

Yang Biao glanced into the distance.

He saw an old man with white hair and a white beard, dressed in a white training uniform,

Standing there with a smile.

Seeing him, Yang Biao hurried over to the old man.

"Greetings, Elder Yang!"

This person was Yang Shushan, one of the Town Martial Department’s two aces, possessing a cultivation at the Divine Abyss Realm.

Yang Shushan smiled and looked at Yang Biao.

Stroking his long beard, he said, "It seems the Lord General worried too much!"

"You alone would have been enough to resolve this. My presence is just a burden!"

At his words, Yang Biao quickly shook his head and said, "If it weren’t for Elder Yang’s deterrence, we wouldn’t have broken this stalemate so quickly!"

"But... the Lord General said that since this is a setup, it won’t be so easy to break!"

"We received intelligence that several Star Tempering Realm Martial Artists from the Outer Alliance have already infiltrated the New District!"

"Perhaps they are the Blood Handprint’s trump card!"

"Oh?"

Yang Shushan was slightly taken aback, then immediately released his divine sense.

The next moment, his expression changed.

Then he smiled and nodded again. "Just as I thought..."

After he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of golden light and shot off into the distance.

Suddenly, a massive sound was heard.

RUMBLE—

The entire earth trembled and shook violently.