Phi-Fic Chapter 506 The Dragon Shocks 1st Transformation into 8 Directions!
Chapter 506 The Dragon Shocks 1st Transformation into 8 Directions!
The night wind suddenly picked up.
On the bluestone street in front of Tingyuxuan, Sikong Changfeng held a gun in one hand, the tip of the gun pointing diagonally at the ground.
The Dragon Gallant Spear gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light under the moonlight. The four characters "Breaking Through the Waves" that Wen Yanzhao had personally engraved on the spear when he gifted it to him years ago now faintly glowed with a bloody light.
Twelve figures surrounded them from all directions.
There are seven people in the Vajra Mortal Realm and five people in the Free and Easy Realm.
Their eyes were filled with madness, and a strange dark red glow shone deep in their pupils—the effects of the Soul-Guiding Incense had fully taken hold. At this moment, these people were no longer martial artists, but beasts who only knew how to kill.
"Roar!"
A burly man at the Vajra Realm rushed forward first, his ghost-head saber slashing down with a whistling sound!
Sikong Changfeng remained motionless until the blade was three feet away from his head, at which point he suddenly raised his Dragon Gall Spear!
"clang--!"
The spear tip struck the blade seven inches from its tip, precisely where the force would be weakest. The burly man felt a spiraling force penetrate the blade, his hand instantly splitting open, and the ghost-headed saber flew out of his grasp!
Before he could react, the gun barrel swept horizontally!
"boom!"
The burly man's chest caved in, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into the signboard of a teahouse across the street. He never got up again.
But this attack also served as a signal.
The remaining eleven people moved at the same time!
Blade flashes, sword shadows, fist gusts, and palm strikes—blocking all escape routes from six directions: front, back, left, right, up, and down.
Although these people were not in their right mind, their martial arts instincts remained, and their teamwork was surprisingly seamless.
Sikong Changfeng's pupils constricted; there was nowhere to retreat, nor could he retreat!
Behind them, in Tingyu Pavilion, Hu Bufei was fast asleep, drunk. If he were to retreat even half a step now, these madmen would rush into the building, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
He took a deep breath, and the Dragon's Gall Spear spun like a wheel in his hand.
Pursuit of Ruins Spear - Defensive Stance - Iron Wall!
The spear's shadow transformed into a circular barrier, completely protecting him. Swords and blades struck the spear shaft, sparks flying, and the clang of metal clashing resounded throughout!
But prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. A master of the Earth Realm seized the opportunity and struck Sikong Changfeng's vital point in the back with a finger. The finger strike was insidious, carrying a sharp, piercing whistle!
Sikong Changfeng didn't have time to return his spear, so he slammed his left palm backward!
"Oh!"
Their palms met, and both of them were jolted. Sikong Changfeng used the force to rush forward three steps, his left wrist slightly sore and numb. After all, this person possessed internal energy, and in a head-on fight, he still had to give him some face.
In that brief moment of hesitation, three flashes of sword light blocked the way ahead.
Caught between two forces, with nowhere to retreat!
A resolute glint flashed in Sikong Changfeng's eyes.
When his master Li Changsheng taught him the Dragon Transformation, he said, "The power of this spear technique is so great that it can startle heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep. But with your current cultivation level, you can only use it twice a day at most before you will be exhausted. You should not use it lightly unless it is a matter of life and death!"
Now, it's a matter of life and death!
He suddenly abandoned defense and launched an attack, raising the Dragon Gall Spear high above his head, its tip pointing straight at the sky.
The internal energy surged like boiling water, pouring entirely into the gun.
The Dragon's Gall Spear emitted a buzzing sound, and its body suddenly shone with a bright white light!
"A startled dragon transformation!"
The moment those three words were uttered, the world changed color!
This is no exaggeration. Centered on Sikong Changfeng, the air within a radius of several dozen feet suddenly solidified!
The night wind stopped, the fallen leaves hung in the air, and even the sound of the night watchman's clapper being struck halfway through in the distance was abruptly cut off.
Then, the gun moved.
No, it wasn't the gun that moved, it was the dragon that awoke.
A dark blue dragon shadow shot into the sky from the tip of the spear!
With its head held high, body coiled, and claws tearing through the void, the dragon's true form—not a manifestation of true energy, but the ultimate form of a blue dragon, condensed to the extreme by the spear's intent!
Sikong Changfeng became one with his spear, his entire being transforming into a part of the dragon's shadow.
The gun is the dragon, and the dragon is the gun!
"Roar--!!!"
The dragon's roar shakes the sky!
The azure dragon swooped down, sweeping across the long street in front of Tingyuxuan with the force of destroying cities and fortresses!
The twelve madmen looked up at the same time, their madness replaced by fear for the first time. They wanted to escape, to block, to fight back—but all their movements were as slow as snails in the face of Jinglong Yiqiang!
Where the dragon roars, nothing can stand in its way!
The seven members of the Vajra Mortal Realm flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing into the walls of shops on both sides and embedding themselves in the bricks and stones, instantly losing consciousness.
The five people in the Free Realm were slightly stronger and could barely manage to resist with their energy, but the moment the dragon shadow swept over them, their protective true energy shattered like paper!
The five men coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into the center of the street thirty feet away, never to rise again.
One strike, and all twelve were routed!
But the price of the Dragon's Transformation came with it. When Sikong Changfeng landed, he staggered, but managed to stand up by leaning on the ground with his Dragon Spear.
His face was ashen, his chest heaved, and he felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He struggled to stand firm.
Worse still, the gatehouse of Tingyuxuan—that century-old building—suffered from the aftershocks of the Jinglong Incident, with its eaves collapsing and beams breaking!
The three gilded characters of the signboard "Tingyuxuan" on the gate collapsed and shattered on the bluestone steps.
Smoke and dust filled the air, leaving only a scene of devastation under the moonlight.
Sikong Changfeng smiled bitterly. Now things are really messed up; the repair costs for tomorrow will have to be charged to the city lord's account again.
If Feng Qiuyu found out, she would probably grab his ear and scold him for three days straight.
Just then, I heard the sound of a window opening upstairs.
Hu Bufei rubbed his sleepy eyes and peeked out. When he saw the scene in front of the door, he instantly sobered up, his eyes widening in surprise:
"My God... that move just now—Dragon Transformation?! Was what that storyteller in Tianqi City said true?!"
Sikong Changfeng looked up and forced a smile: "Imperial Censor Hu is awake? It seems that the effects of the Drunken Eight Immortals' alcohol are really quite strong."
Hu Bufei then came to his senses and jumped from the second floor—he staggered when he landed, clearly not fully sober.
He looked around, at the unconscious, sprawling figures of the martial arts practitioners, then at the collapsed gatehouse, and swallowed hard.
"What...what's going on? These people..."
"You've been poisoned by the Soul-Attracting Incense and are being controlled to kill you." Sikong Changfeng said succinctly, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"But everything is alright now. Imperial Censor Hu, you go back to your room first. I need to go check on the City Lord's Pavilion. I'm afraid Dongjun's side has also been attacked."
"I'll go with you!" Hu Bufei said urgently. "At least I have some martial arts skills, and maybe I can be of help!"
"No!" Sikong Changfeng shook his head. "Since the other party can control these people, they might have a backup plan."
"If you stay at Tingyu Pavilion, at least the two seniors, Luo Fengzhong and Luo Nianse, will arrive to meet you soon. If you come with me, and we encounter an ambush on the way, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you properly given my serious injuries."
Before Hu Bufei could say anything more, Sikong Changfeng had already turned and looked towards the City Lord's Pavilion.
There, the firelight was faintly visible.
"Don't worry," Sikong Changfeng took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood, "Dongjun's situation... should have been resolved by now."
Before he could finish speaking, he swayed and nearly fell over.
Hu Bufei quickly helped him up: "Young Master Sikong, are you injured?"
"It's alright!" Sikong Changfeng pushed his hand away, his eyes resolute. "Listen to me, go back inside, lock the doors and windows. No matter what happens outside, don't come out!"
Having said that, he picked up the Dragon Gallant Spear and staggered toward the City Lord's Pavilion.
His shadow stretched long in the moonlight. Hu Bufei watched him walk away, then looked at the mess on the ground, and suddenly stomped his foot hard:
"Damn it, I was once the top expert in the Censorate, but now I need someone to protect me..."
He turned and went back upstairs, but instead of going inside, he dug out a steel knife from the ruins—a knife left behind by some madman—and held it in his hand, leaning it against the broken door frame.
"Sikong Changfeng, you'd better watch out!"
He muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the dark streets with suspicion.
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