Chapter 366: Chapter 366

Detecting the police personnel around shooting downward, where many followers of the Demon Path were gathered inside.

Stepping on the cloud, temporarily suspended in the air, the right arm swung back with force.

Imitating the Setting Sun Strike of the Molten Core Eruption, plummeting heavily!

The entire roof exploded with a "boom!", and Meng Chuan burst into it.

A massive air current suddenly exploded, spreading dust all around.

Though Meng Chuan’s eyes were covered by the stirred dust and smoke.

However, the presence of several Demon Path followers was as bright as a blazing fire in the night under his heart spirit’s perception.

Several people hid behind cover, hearing the explosive roar, abruptly looking at this "sky-falling" scene, their faces turned pale instantly!

The powerful rising sun’s trap glared in all directions, brightly declaring to them!

The Martial Artist has arrived!

"Aren’t the Martial Artists supposed to be inside, battling the priests, how... how did they appear here!"

Several people, driven by their desire for power, turned from ordinary people to killers, joined the Demon Summoning Hall, becoming Demon Path Martial Artists.

Their internal fear of Martial Artists was beyond anything!

Originally, they thought they could seize the chance to break out and escape from the factory perimeter while the experts inside clashed.

Seeing this scene, they could finally put their worried hearts to rest...

A gigantic black shadow flashed past, Meng Chuan donned menacing armor in his normal state, almost two and a half meters tall.

"Please... spare me, I can change, I... I want to report contributions, I want to turn informer!"

The outermost person first saw this terrifying human figure, screaming gutturally.

The shadow pressed downward, others stared at the ground’s shadow in terror, slowly raising their hands... Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel·fire.net

With a slap from Meng Chuan, a shower of drizzling rain fell from the sky.

The rain was red, blown by the power, drenched the heads of the remaining few.

The terror on several faces was about to spill out, unable to clench their bowels.

Only to see that silhouette’s head gleaming with chilling light, slowly advancing towards them.

Did this moment recall the abuse of ordinary people in ordinary times?

Thud... thud... thud!

Their bodies exploded one by one, like a whack-a-mole game, heads smashed in.

His current strength, killing those who sublimated three times or below, was no different than swatting flies.

Meng Chuan wiped off the crimson remains from his palm, looking at the splattered blood spots on his armor.

Menacing as a thirsty beast, the armor’s surface with scarlet streaks wriggled, greedily devouring the bloodstains.

Every drop of blood was consumed by the armor.

In an instant, the blood marks dissipated into wisps of black smoke.

The armor returned to a deep cool matte color, as if never tainted by filth.

"Hmm? There’s a self-cleaning function?"

When Principal Sui gave it to him, he never mentioned this.

Meng Chuan didn’t sense any changes after the gruesome absorption of the blood, it was merely a simple cleansing.

Specifically probing into the depth of the armor, worried whether this might have any side effects.

Meng Chuan paused slightly, now wasn’t the time to think about this, he looked up toward another battlefield.

"It’s Xiaomeng... Senior Meng!"

The officers saw this black-armored figure, descended from the sky and walked out, used less than a few seconds, inside it was already silent.

The fate of the Demon Path Martial Artists inside was clear, dead through and through...

The voice coming through the masked face was somewhat deep, echoing in an urn-like sound:

"All resolved, no need for you to capture inside."

Pausing, Meng Chuan said expressionlessly,

"Already terminated them all."

No need to speak, they could already smell the dense scent of blood coming from under the collapsed roof...

Watching the receding figure of Meng Chuan, they murmured softly:

"Who would have thought, Xiaomeng Senior was so insistent on hating evil, leaving no live ones..."

Some disagreed, loudly retorted:

"That’s how to deal with these Demon Path scum! Only by fighting evil with evil, blood with blood, can wake up these inhuman bastards!"

Within the police station, the attitude towards the Demon Path has always been the eradication of evil, never merciful.

But human nature is complex, some officers have soft hearts.

Thinking that after capturing and interrogating, perhaps more clues could be revealed, even reforming some that went astray.

This kind of officer is very few, in most people’s eyes, the word "astray" is never acknowledged.

With blood of their companions stained on their hands, body and mind leaning towards the abyss, trying to surrender and repent?

Fine, prove it by death...

Meng Chuan ignored all this, his mind extremely calm, not the least bit overwhelmed by killing intent.

To him, even without the need for fear, there were only these four words "slaughter on the spot".

Anyway, Great Chu had already written this into the law.

In any task involving the Demon Path, everything that happens during the mission, under the sole discretion of the Martial Artist on-site.

Unless the task’s commander specifically mentioned otherwise, leaving any survivor or not, was entirely personal.

The decision-making power, the killing authority, and a whole series of seemingly unreasonable powers, all came from the repeated demon purging and path-guarding tasks.

Lessons from blood...

"Ah! I was wrong... don’t kill me!"

Again crushing another watermelon, feeling the feedback from fear, Meng Chuan smiled, somewhat menacingly.

"Is it useful to be wrong? Go repent in hell..."

His perception is now far superior to these second and third-time transcendents.

With a single thought, everything around becomes clear, exposed in full detail.

Stop hiding, the outside is full of Meng Chuan!

Watching the demonic martial artists scatter and flee, his feet swiftly dart.

His arm rises and falls, and the popping sounds of explosions continue to ring out, sending them one by one to reincarnation.

To absorb fear to the utmost, some were made into fireworks, some had their heads pressed into their stomachs, all to intimidate the perpetrators and other bullies.

Before the mission, Meng Chuan already learned about this group of scum, their persecution of ordinary people and martial artists following the establishment of the new division.

Therefore, when he acts, he shows no mercy.

He looked into the distance, at the ordinary person hiding under the box, and detected the smell of urine.

Whispers reached his ear.

"Don’t kill me... help..."

This person is a worker in the factory, used by the Demon Summoning Hall as ordinary cover.

As for whether he knew and did not report, or if the Demon Summoning Hall kept him in the dark.

During the task, Meng Chuan could choose to ignore these and kill them all to absorb fear...

But he chose not to do so.

His principles in killing were his own and not driven by some ’need’ to act recklessly.

Noticing the distant battle, Meng Chuan gestured to the nearby police personnel manning their guns.

His voice, like a fine thread, reached their ears.

"There’s an ordinary person hidden here, send assistance."

After speaking, he turned and left.

As for how to handle identification, it’s left up to the police department.

This place had descended into a battlefield, human lives cheap as grass, like candles in the wind.

The sniper watching from afar initially thought Meng Chuan had become bloodthirsty.

Yet unexpectedly witnessed this move, realizing the opponent still retains a glimmer of humanity.

"Is this a wild heart sniffing roses, or thunderous methods with a kind heart..."

The sniper sighed softly.

He had seen too many societal martial artists affected by the battlefield environment.

They become completely mad, even attacking friends and family indiscriminately.

Yet Meng Chuan can maintain his original mind amidst such frequent carnage.

Not only is his prowess formidable, but his heart is incomparable to ordinary martial artists.

Able to steer immense killing intent without losing himself, the balance of strength and softness is the essence of complete humanity...

With Meng Chuan’s fierce entrance into the peripheral battlefield, the overall situation is settled.

After cooperating with police personnel to fully control the situation, he lifted his face mask to catch his breath, looking towards the sky above the main plant area.

The deepest black mist is extremely thick, not a trace of its edge visible, with faintly frightening ape-like roars emerging from it.

"Over there is where Chief Long’s battleground is..."

Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan put away his slightly inflated ego after just "bullying the weak".

Wrists flipped, unleashing the reverse blade, relaxing and heading towards the main factory’s martial arts family battlefield.

Excluding the farthest, he cannot sense the battleground of the Three Limits and the sixth transcendents.

Meng Chuan can only feel Chief Long’s growing strong energy, it’s just a matter of time before he captures or kills the opponent.

Meanwhile, scanning the surroundings briefly.

In front, due to the demonic path’s desperate fight, it is balanced against the police force.

At the moment, it requires a decisive blow from him!

Meng Chuan glanced towards the left, sensing something unusual pass through his mind.

His speed increased, charging heavily into it.

A sharp, eerie sound resembling a baby’s cry faintly emerged, dense demonic qi spread, enveloping the entire production workshop, truly strange and frightening.

"Where is this bastard hiding..."

Chu Yanhu’s back was pressed against a pipe wall, dragon-shaped true qi illuminated his unarmed left hand, casting inches of light in the darkness.

His heart spirit is extremely tense, his whole being twisted like a rope.

Facing this demonic path, he couldn’t fight head-on, so they hide and use "magic".

With their endless bizarre methods, Chu Yanhu is somewhat overwhelmed.

Chu Yanhu’s hair stood on end, like a startled bird, his power erupted with a palm towards the source of the sound.

A blood-soaked head burst open, splashing his face.

His goggles blurred, Chu Yanhu hastily reached to wipe the blood off his military mask.

But as soon as his hand raised, a gust of wind surged!

The demonic qi thickened, male and female indistinct voices as sharp blades cut into Chu Yanhu’s heart:

"Return my life... haven’t you killed enough? Next will be you... flesh... soul... all will be sacrificed..."

Chu Yanhu was no ordinary person, not crushed by this eerie mental assault.

He only gathered his heart spirit into substance, sensing intensely around, preventing an ambush.

At this moment, the situation had reached deadlock...

A pair of chilling sharp claws quietly emerged from the black mist, stealthily approaching.

Feeling a shift in his heart, Chu Yanhu leapt up, spinning and slashing out.

It hits nothing, another deceit!

Turning again, three heads with expressions between crying, laughing, sadness, and joy, linked by a slender neck cramming closely together.

Three faces pressed against his, nearly zero distance, meeting Chu Yanhu’s sudden face...

Lips crimson and teeth white, the expressions grotesque, even the blood at the corners of the mouth and eyes, he sees clearly...

"Motherf***er! Sh*t!!"

At this moment, Chu Yanhu faltered, completely losing it.