Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

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When Lin Rui unleashed his Light Transition Slash, the Seventh Realm assassin looked towards him in disbelief.

"Pu!"

The slash from Lin Rui came at the moment the man had exhausted his strength, stabbing directly into his abdomen, and the radiance of thunder wrapped around the blade exploded in that instant, causing a large amount of blood mist to burst from both the front and back of the Seventh Realm assassin.

With the slash delivered using the Heavenly Demon Dragon Armor, Lin Rui had almost completely shattered the internal organs of the Seventh Realm killer, leaving a huge cavity in the man's torso.

The man did not hesitate to flee.

Early on, after 38 continuous breaths without being able to take down Lin Rui, the Seventh Realm assassin knew that it was impossible for him to succeed today, let alone now that he had a lung injury from Lin Rui's slash, significantly reducing his strength.

After all, this place was within Luo Jing City, under the watch of deities and the Emperor's feet.

Here, not only were there hundreds of thousands of the imperial army stationed, but there were also three Divine Envoys and twelve backup Divine Envoys.

If they stayed here even one breath longer, the danger increased by that much more.

Next, the man directly transformed into a bolt of lightning and fled into the body of a Seventh Realm King-Order Battle Dragon.

When this Seventh Realm master became 'one with the dragon,' the combat abilities of this war dragon drastically increased to their limit. In just three exchanges, he split Ji Xueying violently, forcing the Blood Blade wielder to retreat twenty yards away.

The war dragon then suddenly exerted its strength and ran frantically towards the south.

Lin Rui, relentless, charged up, slashing after the war dragon, with Ji Xueying following closely behind. The two joined forces, using their full might to entangle and obstruct, continuously bombarding with plasma beam cannons.

But the Seventh Realm assassin had no intention to fight, defending against their slashes while using their force to accelerate his escape. He also relied on the war dragon's massive size and brute strength to trample hundreds of houses to ruin, and even flung the civilians he encountered along the way high into the air, scattering them in all directions, forcing Lin Rui and the Blood Blade wielder to divert their attention to rescuing people.

With their speeds already slightly inferior to his, they couldn't give full pursuit as they tried to save those civilians who were about to be smashed to death.

Merely a few breaths later, the distance between them had grown to several hundred meters, and then the Seventh Realm war dragon leaped forward, jumping into a wide river in front.

That was Luo Jing's inner river, which drew water from the Yiluo River and Luochuan River into Luo Jing, serving as the domestic water supply for the people in the capital, with the river ultimately flowing into the Sky Suspension River.

The Seventh Realm war dragon dived into the river and instantly vanished from sight.

By the time Lin Rui reached the river's surface, he could no longer sense the man's aura.

He called out to Ji Xueying, "Xueying, there's no need to chase. Let's go back."

Lin Rui was not foolish enough to pursue underwater; that would be effectively courting death.

But as he looked across the rippling surface of the river, a meaningful smirk crept over his lips.

The slash that had pierced through the man was not easy to endure, and the key wasn't the injury itself, but what was contained in the blade.

As Lin Rui and Ji Xueying returned along the imperial road, the area was already swarming with a large number of imperial guards and government officials from the nearby Jing Zhao Prefecture.

Some of them were examining the scene and rescuing civilians; others were pursuing towards the direction of the Yiluo River.

Lin Rui could forego the chase, but it was the duty of these imperial guards and government officials to apprehend the two madmen who dared to commit crimes in the imperial city and attempt the assassination of an important court official.

Meng Weiyun was hovering in midair, speaking with a high-ranking imperial guard draped in a second-rank official's robe.

Her face looked terrible, and soon after, she flew over with that imperial guard general.

"Twelfth, this is Li Wei, Middle General of the Imperial Guard, in charge of all matters of daytime policing in the southern city of the capital. Not only was he a trusted aide of our master, he is also my good friend. You'll often deal with the imperial guards in the future, and if you ever need their assistance for any case, just go to him," she said.

Lin Rui had already emerged from the dragon armor and, upon hearing these words, his expression turned serious as he saluted Li Wei, "Junior brother Lin Rui, greets General Li!"

This was a trusted official once close to his master, far more important than a new disciple like him.

"No worries, Brother Twelfth can just call me Old Li, or brother," Li Wei said.

At over thirty years old, Li Wei had a robust, tall figure, a full-faced, broad forehead that gave an impression of solemnity and gravitas.

First offering a carefree smile, his gaze then turned stern as he said each word with gravity, "Rest assured, Junior Brother Lin, with regards to those two assassins earlier, Li will definitely do everything to dig them out and give you an explanation. Dare to make a move on my turf, it's asking for death."

Not only were Li Wei's eyes filled with anger, but he was also palpably shaken.

He could hardly imagine the consequences if Lin Rui had died on this imperial road.

Yet this youngster before him was truly capable, managing to withstand a Seventh Realm master, even if it was by wearing a Sixth Realm supreme dragon armor.

Other Fifth Realm Martial Cultivators, even when equipped with armor of that level, could not exert such power.

Meng Weiyun's gaze, however, was cold as she said, "Brother Wei, do not be careless, this matter is very strange. These two didn't make a move on Twelfth over the Sky Suspension River, opting instead to attempt an assassination in the capital. It's baffling."

Meng Weiyun couldn't understand the logic behind it.

Although her apprentice uncle had already left, the risks of making a move on Lin Rui in the capital were realistically several times greater than before.

Lin Rui, upon hearing this, let out a cold laugh, "I might be able to guess the reason, it probably has to do with me locking Yuan Chengkai up in the imperial prison yesterday."

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My anger was seething within; though I, myself, remained unharmed today, at least over a hundred civilians had died on the scene.

Lin Rui, although increasingly indifferent to human life, was still shocked and furious after witnessing the scene.

"Yuan Chengkai?" Meng Weiyun thought of the martial arts used by that Realm Seven assassin and suddenly realized, "Is it his close female friend Yue Tianqing?"

In an instant, Meng Weiyun understood the reason, "It must be her. To disguise her identity, she deliberately refrained from using magical techniques, or perhaps she temporarily cannot use them after losing her second Primordial Spirit."

"Her attacking you at this time means she was driven into a corner, but unfortunately, we still don't know who that Realm Eight magician is."

After Lin Twelve took office as the commander of the Assassin Bureau, he could easily have Yuan Chengkai put to death.

And once Twelve receives the 'Dragon Seal of National Protection,' it would be even less likely for Yue Tianqing to do anything to Lin Twelve, so this was her last chance to assassinate Lin Twelve.

Yet after that, Meng Weiyun's gaze turned to the broken arrows scattered on the Imperial Pathway, "Twelve, what's the deal with these arrows?"

"They're from a group of hired swords I employed; the leader is called 'Feng Xueying.' She has a group of very strong underlings. It just so happened that they were also coming to the capital to seek their fortunes, so I hired them temporarily to ensure my safety."

Lin Rui spoke frankly, "I actually preferred to call on some familial guards and trusted aides, but without money, I couldn't recruit experts, so I had to hire these jianghu characters for assistance."

Meng Weiyun was secretly surprised. Had this group also come north with Lin Twelve?

She had escorted Lin Twelve to the capital without noticing the presence of these hired swords; they indeed had some skill.

The arrows they had shot just now came from at least three Realm Five imperial ranks, while the remaining seven were Realm Five royal ranks, very formidable.

Curiosity within her, she intended to investigate afterward, but she showed nothing on her face.

Meng Weiyun laughed lightly, "Actually, with the position and authority you have today, dear junior brother, it would be quite easy to recruit one or two Realm Six experts."

She glanced sideways at the ever-solemn Wang Twenty-seven.

Meng Weiyun didn't quite understand why Lin Twelve trusted Wang Twenty-seven so deeply as to keep him in charge of his personal guards. Was it just because they grew up together?

The boy did have talent, quite good, in fact, with promising prospects, but that was all in the future.

Meng Weiyun then shook her head, thinking she might be worrying needlessly.

For Lin Twelve, trust determined everything. Since Wang Twenty-seven had notable talent, as long as he was nurtured, he would be more reliable than those recruited from outside.

Meng Weiyun thought if Wang Twenty-seven could pass the Heavenly Demon Test, proving he was not an extraterritorial Heavenly Demon, it wouldn't hurt to grant him a fortuitous encounter.

She knew their master had once caught a Realm Six imperial rank 'Cold Blood Demon,' which had been suppressed in the 'Ten Thousand Dragon Tower' north of the capital for a hundred years.

It was a humanoid demon, quite stable in its humanity when captured, making for an excellent guardian demon seedling.

Sadly, none of the siblings matched in attributes, so it remained unused.

The 'Cold Blood Demon,' left idle, would be suitable for Wang Twenty-seven, significantly enhancing the boy's combat strength to protect Lin Twelve's safety.

The position of the commander of the Assassin Bureau was extremely important to their master, leaving no room for failure, as it determined whether the master's wish to reform the court system could be fulfilled.

And the dragon armor––although the court regulations stipulated that only officials of the fifth rank or above could purchase from the Ministry of Works, she and the master had other channels.

If Lin Twelve had money later on, he might consider buying it himself.

Meng Weiyun then put away these thoughts, "Junior brother, let's go; the master is waiting for us at the Divine Envoy Courtyard. Brother Wei, I'll leave this place to you."

As Lin Rui and the others followed Meng Weiyun once more towards the Imperial City, a large crowd of civilians had gathered around the site.

When the battle erupted, these people panicked and ran in all directions, but as soon as it ended, they gathered around again, with even more converging from the outskirts.

Even the residents whose houses were toppled by the aftershocks of the fight––as long as no one in their family died, were also drawn over.

"How impressive! Is this new commander of the Assassin Bureau really that powerful?"

"He is strong. I thought he was a goner just now; I didn't expect him to be able to withstand a Realm Seven expert head-on, and even manage to injure him."

"That guy used dragon armor, and it's at least a Realm Six ultra-imperial grade!"

"That's still very impressive, and his guardian demon, too, can contend with a Realm Seven battle dragon. This man and demon, once armored, are not much different from a real Realm Seven expert."

Seeing this, Li Wei rolled his eyes in annoyance, "What are you dawdling around for? Drive these loafers away and stop them from causing trouble!" Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

These capital city civilians, that was their most infuriating trait––they dared to watch any commotion, heedless of their own lives.

But it couldn't be helped; in this world where warriors reigned, just two or three higher realm Martial Cultivators clashing could lead to massive casualties around them, and the capital's civilians had grown used to it, taking life and death in stride.

With the court's heavy taxes and burdens, life was hard to sustain. Who would fear death?

In the capital, the situation was actually better. With the emperor and the Divine Envoys looming over and heavily armed forces stationed, very few highly ranked Martial Cultivators dared to behave recklessly.

Yet today's two assassins were truly seeking death, blatantly disregarding the authority of the court!