This was the first time Wang Xuan had seen someone fly. A creature from the New Technique realm appeared—could Old Chen handle this? He felt a wave of anxiety.
Old Chen became serious. "I'll lead him to the reed pond and do my best to kill him. You all be careful. Wang, don't hold back; don't use that ridiculous theory of obeying the law. If you don't go all out tonight, it could easily end badly!"
Wang Xuan nodded solemnly. "I understand." Then he asked, "If they dare to kill, will they use small warships to bombard the manor?"
Old Chen remained calm. "They wouldn't dare. Doing so would have extremely adverse consequences. Many who have visited me recently hold some influence, and some representatives from organizations are still here. If they act recklessly, they'd be challenging everyone's bottom line. Such dangerous individuals are the most feared by the relevant departments and conglomerates; they would be dealt with decisively to send a message."
After saying this, he noticed Qingmu had already shouldered an energy cannon, preparing to engage the figure in the rain. Old Chen waved him off. "You probably won't hit him; I'll handle it myself!"
He fixed his gaze on the approaching figure through the rain. "He's likely the top figure from the New Technique realm. I suspect he came to the Old Soil for some big business with the relevant departments. He's just stopping by to check on me, and if I'm alive, he'll try to eliminate me easily. After all, I'm already on the brink of death, so it wouldn't stir up much trouble if he killed me tonight. Little does he know, Chen Lighting the Lamp is waiting for him!"
With that, Old Chen disappeared from the room, sword on his back.
The approaching figure was enveloped in a faint glow, unaffected by the rain, appearing to be in his fifties, with long, light golden hair cascading down. His piercing eyes shone brightly in the dark, resembling two golden lamps.
He wore old-fashioned bronze armor from the West, with a massive alloy sword slung on his back—a formidable sight.
He suddenly stopped, hovering a foot off the ground, staring at Old Chen, who appeared like a ghost, his golden eyes emanating a chilling light.
Old Chen glanced at him and then sped away toward the reed pond.
The armored elder followed without hesitation, confident in his own strength, having truly stepped into the extraordinary realm.
"There are others near the manor; it's our turn to act!" Wang Xuan said, feeling energized. A shimmering aura began to form around his forehead, signaling the emergence of his mental domain.
Now, if Wang Xuan went all out using Zhang Daoling's martial arts, his attack power was already at the level of a quasi-master. At his age, achieving such results was terrifying. If word got out, it would shock everyone—approaching the master realm in his twenties was rare even in the old era, let alone in the present.
"Find me an energy cannon!" Wang Xuan commanded. Since he was going to unleash his fury, he didn't care about the means; he just wanted to strike first.
Qingmu had been prepared, leading him to the neighboring warehouse filled with various firearms. Wang Xuan hefted a heavy energy cannon that weighed over a thousand pounds.
Qingmu was astonished. He hadn't expected Wang Xuan to be this strong, choosing such a cumbersome cannon. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you trying to shoot down a spaceship?!"
"Yeah, what if it comes to that?" Wang Xuan replied seriously, nodding.
Qingmu didn't know what to say. Since Wang Xuan could lift it, he let him be. Meanwhile, Qingmu continued contacting others, instructing them to prepare a firepower net. If anyone dared to cause trouble, there would be no mercy.
"Sounds like a fight has broken out over by Chen Randeng!" Wang Xuan whispered, then added, "I want to take a look."
In the dark, rainy night, a fierce battle erupted in the grass by the reed pond, with blinding sword lights tearing through the darkness.
"That's not right!" As Wang Xuan and Qingmu rushed over with the energy cannon, the sight before them left them stunned.
The golden-haired elder was waving his hands, unleashing what appeared to be terrifying fireballs that created massive craters upon impact!
Boom!
Some fireballs struck the pond, evaporating the water in that area completely!
"Why does this feel strange?" Qingmu exclaimed, astonished. The golden-haired elder's abilities resembled the magic described in Western legends.
These techniques were horrifying; the fireballs could melt stones weighing over two thousand pounds, showcasing immense power.
This was nothing like the "weak" fireball magic described in old novels; the golden-haired elder's fireballs could melt metal, and within their vicinity, the rainwater evaporated and the rocks melted.
"This guy's a real scoundrel!" Wang Xuan murmured.
Dressed in bronze armor from the old West and wielding a massive sword, people might assume he had profound swordsmanship. But instead, he led with "magic" and bombarded his foes.
Old Chen was probably caught off guard, initially passive, constantly dodging while the black sword in his hand emitted brilliant light, slicing through the terrifying fireballs.
Bang!
When some fireballs exploded, sparks flew everywhere, burning the rain into mist and igniting the grass, creating numerous deep craters on the ground.
This was evidently a true extraordinary battle!
Old Chen was indeed alarmed. What kind of monster was this? He could fly and continuously unleash terrifying fireballs that dried up parts of the pond!
He began to doubt if this person was at a higher cultivation level than him. Most importantly, was the opponent using magical techniques?!
Had he guessed wrong? The things unearthed from the New Technique realm were related to the Old Technique, but could there be other, even more mysterious elements, including ancient magic from Western mythology?
"Wait, this could also be a simplified version of the legendary Three Flame True Fire from the Old Technique realm. No, it doesn't reach that level; perhaps it's some other fire technique." Old Chen pondered while fighting, feeling uncomfortable facing such a monster.
Not only could the opponent fly, but his attacks were also incredibly powerful. It was frustrating for Chen Randeng, who had just broken into the extraordinary realm, to encounter someone even more formidable.
Boom!
Another fireball crashed down. Old Chen dodged just in time, leaving a nearly two-meter-deep crater where it exploded. Most critically, the soil and stone were melted, cooling into crystalline forms.
"Don't be fooled!" Wang Xuan shouted from a distance, raising his voice to warn, "This guy is a crafty one! The armor he's wearing isn't from the old era; it's newly developed super-material armor that lets him fly! Most likely, it's the most powerful super-material armor available!"
If it weren't for the fact that Zhong Qing's brother wore shiny super-material armor when challenging Wang Xuan, he would also be confused like Old Chen. This armor had an astonishing enhancement effect, boosting a person's power dramatically—its might was unparalleled.
Since the battle began, Old Chen had been dodging. If he were hit by one of those metal-melting fireballs, he would likely be killed on the spot.
Moments passed, and the lake water was nearly evaporated. Chen Randeng's heart sank; he even began to question his life choices. The people from the New Technique realm were progressing faster than him, leaving him far behind, which was a heavy blow.
The golden-haired elder could fly, and the power of his fireballs could kill even extraordinary beings at the Mist level. For Old Chen, who had just emerged from the Inner Landscape, this was like a sudden cold splash of water, shocking him to the core.
"Damn it, how dare you fool me, Chen Randeng!" Old Chen's eyes turned icy; he felt somewhat ashamed. He was usually the one tormenting others, but today he had encountered someone of the same caliber.
He assessed the opponent's level and figured he was likely at the same level in the Mist realm but had significantly enhanced power due to the super-material armor.
Now, all he needed to do was dodge and wear out the opponent's super-material. Regardless of whether the opponent was using magic or fire techniques, soon it would be Chen Randeng's turn to strike!
"Boom!"
Wang Xuan couldn't hold back and fired an energy cannon into the air, a flash of lightning slicing through the rain. Unfortunately... it missed.
The golden-haired elder's eyes sparkled with lethal intent as he fixed his gaze on Wang Xuan, flying directly toward him, aiming to kill.
Swish!
Old Chen unfolded silver wings from his back and flew up, the sword light surging as he intercepted the golden-haired elder.
The elder's expression changed. The old schemer, who had previously been lying in the hospital, was now equipped with flying propulsion gear. He had clearly been waiting for someone to fall into a trap.
He dared not waste his super-material now; he had originally thought that even if things changed, he could still escape using the super-material armor.
Now, as he looked at Old Chen, his expression shifted!
...
"Staying here isn't helping and might even make us targets; let's go!" Wang Xuan said to Qingmu as they sprinted back toward the manor.
"There are mechs coming in!" Wang Xuan's heart raced. His mental domain was not far off; besides Old Chen, no one had more acute perception than him.
"Let's head to the guest room area!" Qingmu suggested. That section housed several guests, including influential figures like Wu Chenglin and Big Wu. Even if those people came to attack, they wouldn't dare use firearms in that area.
Wang Xuan and Qingmu carried the energy cannon, their steps heavy as they entered the area where the VIPs were located. They randomly chose a courtyard to take cover.
Soon, they spotted their target—four mechs silently traversing the rain.
Without hesitation, Wang Xuan adjusted his angle and opened fire, knowing his aim wasn't great, so he unleashed a barrage of beams that lit up the night sky.
Wu Chenglin was in that courtyard, sleeping soundly, but the deafening explosions jolted him awake as he felt the ground shake, causing him to tumble out of bed.
Wang Xuan's mental perception proved invaluable as he fired off dozens of beams, striking two mechs and triggering violent explosions in mid-air, sending debris crashing down.
Qingmu was precise, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Two beams shot out, hitting two mechs and blowing them apart.
In an instant, the sky was ablaze with light, the explosions deafening, shattering the night's tranquility.
Especially in the courtyard, beams shot up continuously, bursting forth fiercely.
Old Wu was stunned. After falling to the ground, he was confused by the relentless lightning striking his courtyard—one beam after another. It was terrifying. What kind of monster had come?
Gradually, he regained his senses and realized there might be a firefight.
Wu Yin was in the courtyard too, in the neighboring room. She was also awakened, shocked by the mech explosions and the beams shooting into the sky.
The entire manor was stirred; this night was too horrifying.
Finally, as things quieted down a bit in the courtyard, Old Wu peeked outside and was immediately astonished to see Wang Xuan, who was carrying a thousand-pound energy cannon, ready to leave. How strong was this kid?! Was he the one firing?
"Little Wang!" Wu Chenglin rushed out, asking why he was causing such a ruckus and what was happening.
"Just passing by," Wang Xuan replied, turning to leave.
Many people had been disturbed; Wu Yin, having heard the commotion, put on a robe and opened her door, her face pale. She just happened to see Wang Xuan with the cannon.
"Little Wang, why are you carrying an energy cannon here in the middle of the night?" Wu Yin asked, still a bit dazed from the earlier explosions and beams lighting up the sky.
"I'm using a rain dispersal cannon to help clear the clouds so you can have a good sleep without thunder and rain all night!"