A dozen or so foreign soldiers stood at attention, guns in hand. A few other foreigners in suits and top hats stood by a car, their expressions grim.
One of them, an old man in a black tailcoat with a full head of silver hair, was standing in front of a sedan. His body trembled slightly, his face twisted and savage with grief.
The old man was roaring something in stiff Chinese at the men from the Patrol Office next to him, occasionally mixing in a few incomprehensible foreign words.
When Lu Yun’s figure emerged from the courtyard and into his line of sight, the old man whipped his head around.
He stared daggers at Lu Yun, a mad fire igniting in his murky eyes.
"FUCK!!!"
He roared, screeching in his stiff Chinese, "Why did you let this damn Huaxia man go?"
"My daughter is dead! My daughter is dead! No one in there is allowed to live!!!"
The old foreigner pulled a revolver from his waist and pulled the trigger on Lu Yun!
BANG! BANG! BANG! The bullets screamed through the air!
Lu Yun didn’t even try to dodge. He simply raised his left hand to block his face.
DING! DING! DING! Three bullets struck Lu Yun squarely in the palm, only to be deflected by skin as hard as iron.
Everyone around, including the old foreigner, instantly stared wide-eyed as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight!
Lu Yun gave them no time to react. He had already thrown a punch through the air with his left fist!
Three streams of Fist Force tore through the air. The first pierced the old foreigner’s skull.
The second pierced his left chest, leaving a bloody, bowl-sized hole that went straight through from front to back!
The third, just like the one before, swiftly pierced his right chest.
The old foreigner’s body fell stiffly backward, slammed onto the hood of the sedan, and then slid to the ground.
"Honorable Consul!!!"
"We’re done for!!!"
Seeing this, the surrounding crowd erupted into chaos!
The men from the Patrol Office screamed in terror, and the foreign soldiers began to raise their guns in a panic!
In that exact instant, a black figure shot out from the sedan nearby!
It moved so fast its actions were a blur!
It was a foreigner in his thirties, dressed in a crisp black suit. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and handsome features.
With a flip of his palm, a pool of black liquid shot out, heading straight for Lu Yun’s face!
Lu Yun had already sensed the dangerous attack in advance and was rapidly retreating!
But the black water was too fast, too sudden. Even though Lu Yun’s reaction was as fast as humanly possible, three drops still splashed onto the sleeve of his right arm.
The moment the black water hit the ground, the large puddle instantly began to corrode the pavement, melting a large pit in the blink of an eye!
Meanwhile, the three drops of black water rapidly corroded a hole through Lu Yun’s sleeve. Then, his skin—the same skin that could deflect bullets—actually began to emit black smoke!
’What?’
Lu Yun’s pupils contracted! ’Something’s wrong! Danger!!! Extreme danger!!!’
An unprecedented sense of crisis washed over him before he could even react.
BOOM!
A force so bizarre it defied description slammed viciously into the depths of Lu Yun’s consciousness!
It was an attack on the spiritual level!
In that instant, Lu Yun’s vision went black, and the world began to spin!
It was as if, in the depths of his consciousness, a boundless, pitch-black ocean surged in with a chilling intent powerful enough to annihilate any will, attempting to devour everything!
Just at that critical moment, the faint, almost imperceptible barrier deep within Lu Yun’s consciousness reacted.
A flash of golden light flared and vanished!
The moment that monstrous black tide touched the invisible barrier, it vanished without a trace!
The entire process took less than a second. Lu Yun’s consciousness cleared, and he staggered back a dozen steps, gasping for breath.
Across from him, the foreigner’s face was a mask of disbelief, as if he had seen something completely beyond his comprehension.
He stared intently at Lu Yun and spoke, one deliberate word at a time, in a stiff, archaic-sounding Chinese, "You... a member of the Daxia People... How do you have the power to resist my clan’s Divine Techniques?"
"Impossible. You are not one of those humans who possess a powerful Martial Dao Will..."
’Martial Dao Will?’
’Divine Techniques?’
’My clan?’
Lu Yun had no time to ponder these things. All he knew was that in that last instant, he had smelled the long-absent stench of death.
Lu Yun completely snapped. The next second, the black tunic suit on his upper body was instantly torn apart by his bulging muscles.
His powerful, breathtaking torso was completely exposed under the streetlight!
Immediately after, he flexed his arms, and a torrent of Qi surged around him, unleashing the full power of the Peak of Huajin.
In an instant, countless streams of Fist Force, like a torrential storm, rained down madly on the foreigner from a dozen meters away!
The foreigner’s expression changed drastically. He flashed backward in a frenzy, simultaneously waving his palms to once again conjure the surging black water.
But Lu Yun didn’t care about any of that. The moment he threw the last punch, he did something astonishing.
He ran! Without a shred of hesitation!
He turned and bolted toward the end of the street without looking back, as if he had made some sort of firm resolution.
Along the way, everything in Lu Yun’s path—streetlights, signs, trash cans, and even a rickshaw parked by the roadside—was smashed to pieces!
’This guy’s tough! Time to scram!’

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