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Chapter 28: No More Differences

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: No More Differences

It’s a long story, but actually, it was only a mere second from when Chen Li launched his attack to the first masked cultivator falling dead.

Another masked cultivator sensed something wrong and tried to flee, but it was already too late.

He had just shifted his footing.

Chen Li’s attack had descended once again.

The countless insects that had died with grievances in the wild and the microscopic level of muscle control had forged his incredibly accurate ’Spiritual Power Finger Snap’, no matter how stylishly you fly or how enchanting your trajectory, you cannot escape his attack.

It was just a breath’s time.

The masked cultivator’s body shook once, twice, thrice, and then shook again, the Protective Spirit Light burst, his chest pierced through, and half of his skull exploded.

Actually, three strikes would have been enough, but Chen Li, fearing a dying counterattack, added one more strike to ensure it was not like hitting a snake without killing it, only to suffer from its revenge.

When Chen Li searched for the third target, he unexpectedly discovered that at some point, a masked cultivator holding a shield Magic Artifact as tall as a man had already broken away from the battlefield, ignoring the Magic Artifacts flying at his back from three patrollers and rushing toward him at top speed.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful!" A shocked exclamation came from beside his ear.

However, it seemed as if Chen Li hadn’t heard it at all; he was like entering the ’flow state’ during a game, completely focused.

Although it was tense and exciting, his brain was clear and he handled the various situations on the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The amulet in his hand swiftly ignited, and then he grasped the Magic Artifact.

In his mouth, he silently recited the incantation for the ’Scolding Skill’.

At the same time, his ’Spiritual Power Finger Snap’ continued to fire like a sudden gusty downpour.

The masked cultivator, although desperately dodging and straining to stimulate the spiritual power within his body, watched as with each hit, the light on the shield dimmed dramatically like a diving light, the shield rapidly shrinking, with no longer any hope to protect his body.

"Aaaargh, I’m going all out with you guys!"

The masked cultivator let out a desperate roar from the bottom of his throat and reached out to activate an amulet.

But sadly, it was too late.

In that moment, Chen Li’s brain suddenly surged with blood, his spirit highly concentrated, his eyes vivid and bloodshot, and he immediately uttered an ethereal sound.

"Scram!"

Chen Li’s entry-level Scolding Skill naturally didn’t have much effect on this battle-hardened, willful criminal; he was only momentarily dazed, then quickly recovered.

However, it was this moment of distraction that cut off all his chances of survival.

By the time he came to his senses, a Spiritual Power Finger Snap had blown off his right leg, followed by his left leg...

The masked cultivator, having lost both legs, could no longer control his body and slumped forward. In the instant his head was exposed by the turned shield, with the panic still not faded from his face, another Spiritual Power Finger Snap burst his head open.

Meanwhile, the battle on the other side had also come to an end, with all four assailants annihilated without exception.

The battlefield became utterly silent.

Only Chen Li’s heavy breathing remained.

He appeared still not out of the killing state, vigilantly checking his surroundings.

Every time his gaze swept over the patrollers, they tensed up, dripping cold sweat, as if facing a great enemy.

"Chen... Fellow Daoist Chen, it seems to be over," a Loose Cultivator who had come with Chen Li felt the atmosphere was off, swallowed, and cautiously reminded.

"Yes, yes, they were all taken care of by you, Fellow Daoist Chen," another Loose Cultivator hastily agreed.

"Huff, huff, I was indeed a bit too tense," Chen Li said, easing up with a self-deprecating tone.

"Haha, indeed... it was quite tense," a Loose Cultivator chuckled along awkwardly.

Isn’t that the truth!

Although they hadn’t even touched a Magic Artifact or activated a single amulet, just watching Chen easily resolve the battle within two to three breaths had their hearts pounding even now.

The remaining three patrollers hesitated for a moment, exchanging glances before quickly stepping forward.

"We are deeply grateful to Fellow Daoist and others for coming to our aid. The three of us are profoundly thankful. Otherwise, we might have been doomed. It’s just a pity that Fellow Daoist Chen Muyu and Zhang Lan met with such a disaster," said the leading patroller, clasping his hands together in thanks.

"Fellow Daoist is too kind. The patrollers did it for the sake of the people living on this street, it was a righteous act. How could we not help when danger arose?" Chen said, forcing out these words of pleasantries.

The stench of blood was becoming stronger, and the ghastly sight of several corpses entered his vision from time to time.

He felt himself about to break down, his body involuntarily wanting to tremble. During the fight, he was excited, his blood boiling with single-minded focus. Now that he had come to his senses, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of weakness, his limbs uncontrollably trembling.

"Since it’s resolved, I will take my leave first," Chen said, turning to walk away.

If he didn’t leave now, he’d embarrass himself.

"Hey, hey, Fellow Daoist, wait, we haven’t divided the loot yet!" shouted one of the patrollers.

Thinking of the loot stained with human blood, Chen had wanted to decline with a wave of his hand, but the words that came out were, "How about you convert my share into Spirit Stones?"

After a moment’s thought, he added, "I’m Chen, and I live right next to Zhou Hong, Zhou."

...

"This Fellow Daoist Chen really hides his light under a bushel, who has ever seen such a terrifying spell?" whispered a Loose Cultivator who had come with Chen.

"It looks like ’Spiritual Power Finger Snap’, but does ’Spiritual Power Finger Snap’ have such great power?" asked one of the patrollers, trying the finger snap on the ground.

"Pop," a soft sound.

The soft muddy ground now featured a shallow pit the size of a bowl.

Such power was enough to kill ordinary wild beasts, but to replicate what Fellow Daoist Chen did, to reach dozens of meters away, shattering the Protective Spirit Light of an amulet in two shots and to completely kill a mid-Qi Cultivation cultivator, that was pure fantasy.

This was, after all, a simple technique from the first level of Qi Cultivation.

"Perhaps it’s a powerful secret technique we don’t know about."

...

Chen entered his room and shut the door.

He grabbed the pot of boiling water and gulped it down fiercely.

"Crash!"

Suddenly his hand went limp, and the pot fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Huff!"

"I still ended up killing a man!" His body couldn’t stop trembling.

At this moment, not only was his body shaking, but his heart was trembling too.

Although he had a premonition that this day would come, he didn’t expect it to come so soon.

As his strength grew stronger, his heart became more eager. Tonight, he could have stayed closed off, but the hidden violent tendencies in his body compelled him to take that fateful step.

Three living men, he killed them like slaughtering chickens, with just a few flicks of his fingers and a muttered incantation!

"The old society turned men into monsters; have I now become that ’monster’... In the end, I’ve been assimilated by this world after all," he sighed in his heart.

Chen looked at his hands; they were still clean and unstained by any blood.

But he knew that his mentality would never be the same again; he was no different now from the Loose Cultivators in this shantytown.