A single, two-character word drifted out from behind the metal faceplate, and a collective gasp, like suppressed gunfire, rippled through the crowd of Tianmen members.

Nearly a hundred barrels of aging automatic shotguns were leveled directly at Qin Fen’s Jungle Ranger. No one paused to consider whether weapons capable of blasting mutated creatures could also penetrate the heavily armored Jungle Ranger, much less if they could fell a martial arts master inside.

The Tianmen martial artists instinctively aimed their weapons at Qin Fen; some even reached for the pin of a grenade tucked at their waist.

Every eye was filled with apprehension, shock, caution, and dread.

To the general populace, Qin Fen was an insignificant name. But to Tianmen, it was a synonym for death. At least, that was the whisper within their ranks: he was a ruthless killer, his hands stained with blood, a madman who dared to challenge the colossal Tianmen organization.

Lü Dongbin was momentarily stunned. He stared at Qin Fen’s Jungle Ranger, his voice laced with tentative questioning: “Who are you?”

“Qin Fen.”

That simple reply reignited the Tianmen team. Observing the military insignia on the Jungle Ranger’s chest, their guesses solidified to over eighty percent certainty. Rumor had it that Qin Fen was currently the most celebrated figure in the military.

Lü Dongbin’s surprisingly delicate, phoenix-shaped eyes suddenly flared with excitement and desire. His equally slender hands flexed repeatedly: “Qin Fen? Excellent! I was planning to come looking for you myself. I never expected you to come to me first.”

“Qin Fen!”

From within the Tianmen contingent, He Xiangu let out a sharp cry, launching herself forward like an arrow. Her ten fingers sliced through the air, visibly tearing the fabric of space. Huge lotus blossoms formed in the air, and only after she had departed did the spot where she stood erupt in a cloud of dust shaped like a massive lotus flower.

Seventeen-Star level! Although she was past fifty, He Xiangu looked like a young maiden. Her attack seamlessly blended ancient martial arts with bio-synthetic energy, the surging airflow tossing the surrounding Tianmen martial artists off balance.

Qin Fen watched He Xiangu’s strike descend like a hundred falling blossoms. Her Gang Qi slapped the air like waves crashing against a shore. The leaves on the surrounding trees rustled violently, swaying as if bracing for a typhoon. He took a slight step back.

Only half a step? He Xiangu’s delicate eyebrows shot up. The moment her wrist shifted, her expression changed drastically. She swung her counter-arm back, palm aimed towards her left flank.

From behind a large tree, a shadowy, pitch-black figure burst forth, arriving precisely at He Xiangu’s side. The camouflage-patterned mechanical arms of the Jungle Ranger flipped up and down, snatching toward He Xiangu’s elbows.

A sneak attack!? Lü Dongbin was startled. Someone was hidden in ambush in the woods? He hadn’t detected them at all just now? Who was this person? Were they helping Qin Fen? Another Jungle Ranger! Could this be one of Qin Fen’s subordinates?

Several thoughts flashed through Lü Dongbin’s mind in a split second. He Xiangu was forced to halt her assault on Qin Fen in mid-air, engaging instead with the newly emerged Jungle Ranger.

Both moved with lightning speed. Their initial clash was instantaneous, followed by an immediate separation. There was no booming collision of powerful forces; instead, there was only a sharp “hissing” sound, like a viper striking.

The Jungle Ranger stood tall on the grass, its metal arms completely undamaged. The metallic faceplate stared silently at He Xiangu as she flipped and landed back near Lü Dongbin.

Hiss, chiss.

Several tearing sounds erupted from He Xiangu’s uniform. Her specialized combat fatigues, designed to resist abrasion and pressure, were shredded before the eyes of the crowd as if attacked by dozens of massive shears, which then violently ripped the cloth outward.

Shreds of clothing scattered and flew. In an instant, He Xiangu stood naked, revealing her stunning figure. The Tianmen martial artists gasped collectively. Many didn't even have time to marvel at the power of this sudden challenger before their gaze was utterly captivated by He Xiangu’s nudity.

Despite being over fifty, He Xiangu’s body showed no sign of aging. Her proud, high breasts gave an impression of firm elasticity, their peaks showing a faint, rosy hue. Her smooth abdomen was utterly free of excess fat. Her long, sculpted legs, freed from the constraint of her trousers, exuded an indescribable, seductive allure.

Her pert rear, paired with skin as smooth and tender as a young girl’s, presented a scene that practically invited transgression.

Having all her clothing sliced away in a single move, He Xiangu was first taken aback. Then, under the gaze of everyone present, she straightened her back. The moment her chest lifted, her proud peaks became even more arresting.

“Who are you?”

He Xiangu slowly took the clothing handed to her by Lü Dongbin, dressing without any sense of embarrassment. Having lost the comfortable support of her undergarments, the military uniform now accentuated her figure, fueling boundless speculation among the onlookers.

He Xiangu paid the assembled Tianmen warriors no mind, acting as if the nudity moments ago had been someone else's body. Her beautiful eyes flickered with hostility, fixed firmly on the Jungle Ranger that had materialized so suddenly.

Lü Dongbin positioned himself protectively beside He Xiangu. If this Jungle Ranger struck again, he, a martial artist of the Limit Net Ferocious Stream, would be the first obstacle.

“You want to kill Qin Fen?”

A voice, hard as bamboo and cold as iron, emerged from the newly appeared Jungle Ranger. It was ancient, weathered, and chilling, projecting an aura that repelled everyone within ten thousand leagues... Chen Han.

“That’s right.” He Xiangu flicked her fair, slender finger, pointing remotely at Qin Fen’s Jungle Ranger: “He killed my older brother, so he must die.”

“If you want to kill him, you must kill me first.”

The newly materialized Jungle Ranger took a slow step forward. The field of energy radiating from it gently collided with He Xiangu’s own. The Tianmen martial artists experienced a momentary illusion of an earthquake.

“You intend to protect him?” He Xiangu’s delicate frame swayed slightly, her eyebrows once again shooting up, her killing intent soaring: “Then I’ll kill you both!”

Qin Fen watched the confrontation with puzzled curiosity. The martial techniques used just now were all based on severing. This newcomer, without even dismounting the mechanized armor, had managed to slice through He Xiangu so easily. His strength far surpassed hers. Furthermore, the other severing techniques looked strangely familiar, reminiscent of the Wuxiang Waterbird Skill.

Qin Fen turned to Du Peng, who responded with a slow, deliberate shake of his head. This technique, which clearly seemed related to the Wuxiang Waterbird Skill, Du Peng had never seen or heard anyone mention. Yet, the skill displayed was breathtakingly admirable—it achieved the effect of the Wuxiang Waterbird Skill without using its established methodology. It was truly astonishing.

“I am not protecting him.” The new Jungle Ranger did not spare He Xiangu a glance. It slowly rotated its body, fixing its gaze on Qin Fen, who was also looking on with confusion and curiosity. It slowly raised its cold, solid mechanical arm and pointed directly at Qin Fen: “This person must be killed by me. Anyone who tries to kill him is competing with me, and I will kill them! I already issued a warning because you are from Tianmen. If you dare move to steal the person I intend to kill again, then you must—”

“Die.”

A roar filled with killing intent echoed over the forest of the Natural Graveyard. Countless birds sensed the terrifying killing aura and took flight simultaneously. Some birds, however, managed only to fly halfway up before plummeting dead; that single, murderous shout had instantly shattered their internal organs. Their flight was merely instinct for survival, but death had already claimed them. They fell from the sky once their life force was extinguished.

A dozen Tianmen martial artists turned pale, large beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads as they cautiously watched the roaring mechanized armor. The corner of one man’s lip was faintly stained with blood.

Eighteen-Star level! Lü Dongbin’s eyes twitched incessantly. This man was an Eighteenth-Star martial artist? Merely through a sonic roar charged with killing intent, he had managed to injure these Tianmen warriors who constantly walked the line of death and were accustomed to killing and intent. How deep could his hatred and killing desire for Qin Fen be? Had Qin Fen killed his son, abducted his wife, annihilated his entire clan, and even desecrated his ancestral graves?

Kacha, kacha... Following the ferocious roar, the Jungle Ranger worn by the aggressor produced sounds of gears and mechanisms. The cockpit opened fully, finally revealing the true appearance of the sudden intervener, the Eighteenth-Star warrior.

On his bald head, devoid of hair, was tattooed a large black character: “Sin.” His triangular eyes seemed distorted beneath his ferocious features, his murderous intent turning his pupils bloodshot, like a wild beast fighting for food on the savanna.

“Qin Fen! Do you remember Zuo Lin? Do you remember Zuo Dongting? Do you remember the Zuo family you annihilated?”

He roared again, shaking the blood in the veins of the Tianmen martial artists. The surrounding leaves rustled violently.

The warrior stepped out of the Jungle Ranger. Standing at 1.82 meters tall, he possessed the perfect physique of a martial artist, yet his hands were terrifyingly wrapped in bulging, black veins, resembling two deadly spectral claws. Unlike Du Peng’s clean, slender hands, there was no hint of delicate finesse here.

Qin Fen stared at the warrior’s hands. The protruding black veins covered not just his hands but his entire arms, as if two monstrous limbs had been grafted on. Only the sharp, inherent Rui Qi emanating from them warned everyone that underestimating these arms meant risking not just being dismembered, but potentially being reduced to powder.

Lü Dongbin subtly signaled Han Zhongli and Tieguai Li. The remnants of the Upper Eight Immortals gathered together. The four of them working in concert possessed enough power to eliminate this arrogant newcomer. Today, for the sake of “New Energy” and “New Metal,” any killing was justified! They had to silence him!

“I remember.” Qin Fen’s voice returned to its initial stability: “Those who kill my master and hold my friends hostage—even after killing them—I will not forget. These are all my warnings, reminding me that such people must be eradicated root and branch in the future, lest they harm my comrades.”

“Good! Very good! It’s best that you admit it.” The warrior leaned forward slightly, his left hand pressed against the grass in a predatory stance, staring at Qin Fen: “Take off your Jungle Ranger. Today, I will dismember you piece by piece. Remember this! The man dismembering you today is named Chen Ni! When you see General Zuo, do not forget to tell him who killed you.”

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