The Modern Martial Immortal-Chapter 66: Cleaning Up

Yaoguang was not limited to the Divine Shadow Sword he had only recently acquired. He also possessed the Chengying Sword, which he had already nurtured for some time using the Formless secret art.

The two daemons believed they had found an opening and lunged in to kill him. What greeted them was the Chengying Sword, which suddenly revealed itself, a weapon that came with its own invisibility.

Sword light tore through the air! One of the daemons had his arm directly shredded by the edge of the Chengying Sword, flesh and blood spraying everywhere. The other daemon collided head-on with the core jin that Yaoguang had unleashed full force in mid-air.

Violent jin clashed in the void, and with nowhere to borrow strength from, Yaoguang was knocked sideways, flying uncontrollably. After being blasted away, he used the recoil from the jin's impact with the daemon to twist in mid-air. He flipped and finally planted himself at a ninety-degree angle, standing firmly against a wall several meters away.

It was a perfect reenactment of the scene when he had fought Xia Li. As his feet bent slightly against the wall, unloading the vibrating jin within his body, the next instant, the power inside him erupted explosively.

Boom! Cracks spread across the wall. His entire body shot out like a cannonball, tearing through the air as he charged straight at the remaining daemon.

That daemon had also been forced back several steps after colliding with Yaoguang's core jin. He had only just stabilized his stance when Yaoguang came hurtling in like a wrecking ball[1]. With no time to respond properly, he could only let out a low roar as blood-red light burst forth with terrifying killing intent. Within his pupils, a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was vaguely visible.

Anyone who witnessed such an apocalyptic vision would inevitably have their psychic mind shaken by the psychic-will attack.

Although this daemon was limited by the strength of his physical body and could not match Zhao Sheng or Xie Yusheng, he had still released a psyche strike that only martial paragons at the psychic-will realm could unleash.

If this had been half a month earlier, a psychic-will attack might have had some effect on Yaoguang. But after his fourth-tier progress had reached perfection, he had condensed the secret technique, Great Solar Psyche-Suppressing Diagram. Within his mental world, a blazing embryonic great sun had already been visualized.

Before the terror and murderous aura brought by the mountains of corpses and seas of blood could invade Yaoguang's mental world, that resplendent great sun had already released boundless radiance. Scorching heat mixed with intense light instantly filled every corner of his mental world and, through the resonance of psychic will, also shone directly into the daemon's mental world.

For a moment, the daemon felt as though he had been cast into the heart of a blazing sun. The overwhelming radiance made his thoughts, consciousness, and perception turn completely black, burnt away by the sun. Under the violent backlash, he could not help but let out a scream of agony.

The next second, the daemon's scream came to an abrupt halt. As his head was shattered by a sword that slammed into it like an artillery shell from mid-air, his pain was completely gone, along with his life, which Yaoguang ended in passing.

Yaoguang landed steadily in a half-crouch, his center of gravity low. The soles of his shoes screeched against the ground as he slid forward nearly ten meters, his earlier burst of speed too great to stop immediately upon landing.

Bang! Bang! Bang! While sliding, his body jolted slightly three times in succession. He had been hit by bullets! He had guns, but the Xie family manor's people had guns as well.

After taking three shots in a row, the inertia of the bullets sharply reduced his sliding speed. One of those who had fired saw that Yaoguang, despite being hit three times, had not even spilled a trace of blood. He instantly realized something, raised his gun, and aimed at Yaoguang's head. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

But almost the instant he lifted the muzzle and lined up his shot, the Chengying Sword had already torn through the air, roaring in at a speed no slower than a bullet. Like lightning, it pierced straight through the martial master's forehead, the blade exiting from the back of his skull, causing him to fall backward.

At the same time, Yaoguang had completely neutralized the forward momentum of his charge. As one hand swept past the Divine Shadow Sword embedded in Xie Yusheng's head, his body rotated to its limit.

The modified large-caliber handgun followed his movement to lock in on the four remaining gunmen in the hall. Both sides fired almost simultaneously!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Blood sprayed. As Yaoguang twisted, bright red blood burst from all four men's foreheads at the same time.

Immediately after, the Divine Shadow Sword he had snatched up followed the rotation of his body, swinging horizontally in a half circle.

Sparks exploded. A bullet aimed at his forehead was split in two by the slash, the two halves falling to the sides. As for the other two bullets that struck him, the formidable defense of the level 5S combat suit meant that he suffered almost no real damage.

Just as Yaoguang finished clearing the first-floor hall of Xie Yusheng, the daemons, and the gunmen, the elite forces led by Zong Yan from the World-Saving Society charged in.

Including Zhao Sheng and Xie Yusheng, there had been twelve daemons in total. Yaoguang alone had dealt with eight of them. With only four left, even if the World-Saving Society was undermanned, they were no longer in a position where they would be completely suppressed.

As Zong Yan, Zhang Tianji, and the others stormed into the hall, the balance of offense and defense instantly reversed. The quicker-witted daemons sensed that the situation was lost and tried to flee. But how could Zong Yan, Zhang Tianji, and the others possibly let them escape?

In an instant, they shifted from being restrained by the daemons to restraining them instead. Once Yaoguang freed himself, guns and swords moved together. The remaining four daemons were swiftly slaughtered by their combined efforts.

Fortunately, when daemons manifested their true forms, it was nearly impossible for them to wear combat suits. Otherwise, the ordinary members of the World-Saving Society would have suffered heavy casualties when facing them.

After personally killing the final daemon, Yaoguang stopped making any further moves. He also withdrew Psychic Descent.

As Psychic Descent faded, the pain from forcibly tanking Xie Yusheng's blow immediately spread out, surging wildly through every corner of his body.

Fortunately, when Xie Yusheng had landed that killing punch, the Divine Shadow Sword had already pierced through his skull first. With Xie Yusheng's brain and nerves damaged, the power behind that punch was naturally far weaker than it would have been at his peak.

Coupled with Yaoguang's formidable control over his muscles, tendons, bones, and internal organs, this kind of injury only affected his combat performance while fighting daemons. It was far from enough to severely injure him, leaving him coughing up blood or making him fall unconscious.

He sat down on a sofa and calmly watched as the others from the World-Saving Society cleaned up the battlefield. He swallowed a Snow Ginseng Pill and a healing pill.

At the same time, he consciously enhanced his stomach's digestive efficiency and his heart's transport capacity, refining the medicinal power and channeling it into the injured areas, nourishing them and accelerating his recovery. It even accelerated the transformation of his internal organs.

He had directly endured a martial-paragon-tier strike from Xie Yusheng in his daemonified form. His internal organs had effectively been tempered in the process. Once the injuries healed, this would greatly shorten the time needed for him to complete the internal refinement of his organs.

He simply sat there, allowing the others to clear out the Xie family manor. Yet among the dozen or so members of the World-Saving Society, not a single person voiced even the slightest complaint. Many of them cast glances filled with reverence at him.

Zhang Tianji in particular felt it most keenly. Based on the intelligence he had gathered and the results of Commissioner Zhou's personal assessment, he had already known that his nephew possessed extraordinary strength. But how could reading files or watching an official assessment compare to witnessing an intense, high-level life-and-death battle with his own eyes?

It was not even just one battle! It had been several! Each one, to them, was a bloody fight where even staking their lives would likely still end in near-certain death. Every opponent was so powerful that even to him, a grandmaster, they seemed utterly unbeatable.

Especially the scene where Xie Yusheng, after manifesting his true daemonified form and towering three meters tall, smashed through an entire floor with a single punch. That sight alone sent a shiver straight from his heart. Such power made one's scalp tingle just from looking at it, let alone facing it head-on.

Yet the death and defeat of such a terrifying monster had already been decided the moment he clashed with Yaoguang. A powerhouse like Yaoguang was simply inhuman. He truly embodied countless forms of might within a single body, capable of deciding the lives and deaths of countless people with a casual gesture. No amount of respect or fear would be excessive.

Soon, after finishing the cleanup, Zong Yan approached Yaoguang. The look he cast at Yaoguang carried a trace of complexity and a trace of dazed disbelief.

After a long pause, he finally spoke with a sigh. "So what you said was true."

Lowering his head, he murmured, "To challenge and defeat a martial paragon as a grandmaster. I always thought such peerless geniuses only existed in ancient records and biographies..."

"Now you've seen one." Yaoguang opened his eyes.

"From now on, I will never look at a genius like you, who became a grandmaster at nineteen and has extraordinary innate talent, through the lens used for ordinary people. I will take this lesson to heart," Zong Yan said solemnly, "From this day forward, I will believe without doubt any description you give and any words you speak."

"Glad we reached a consensus." As Yaoguang spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed toward Zong Yan's body.

Zong Yan instinctively wanted to dodge, but out of trust in Yaoguang, he forcibly suppressed that instinct and allowed him to tap repeatedly against his body. After dozens of taps delivered at astonishing speed, Yaoguang withdrew his hand.

"Go back and take some qi-supplementing, foundation-nourishing medicines. Rest and recover properly," he said.

Zong Yan froze. Immediately afterward, he sensed something abnormal within his body. To forcefully unleash martial-paragon-tier combat power, he had disregarded his advancing age and declining vitality, pushing his qi and blood into a boiling state. In theory, he should have rapidly weakened afterward and fallen from the martial paragon tier, with no more than three to five years of life remaining in the best-case scenario, and only one year or so in the worst.

Yet under Yaoguang's repeated taps, the boiling qi and blood within him quickly settled, flowing back through his limbs and bones, showing clear signs of returning to the state before he had gone all out.

"This...?!" Zong Yan's eyes flew wide open. He knew all too well what this meant.

Yaoguang's perception of qi and blood was astonishingly sharp, and he could even precisely intercept and draw back his surging qi and blood. Such understanding and control over qi and blood was something that even he, a martial paragon, did not possess.

Didn't this mean that Yaoguang's understanding of blood renewal and marrow cleansing surpassed that of a martial paragon like him who had immersed himself in that realm for over a decade?!

"How is that possible..." At once, Zong Yan, who had just vowed to believe without question anything Yaoguang said or did, lost his composure again.

A nineteen-year-old youth reaching the grandmaster tier through internal refinement of the organs was already a display of staggering talent! How could his understanding of qi and blood possibly exceed that of a martial paragon?!

1. Editor's note: this was a cannonball. Again. Author just seems to love 'em, and I am fed up by now. So yeah... meme time, and Christmas-themed since I edited this on Dec. 26th ☜