Chapter 1119: Justice

Bai Hu gazed in the direction where Xuan Wu had departed, lost in thought for a brief moment, before turning his full attention to the situation at hand.

He realized it had been a long time since he had used his xian fa so frequently and powerfully, and now he felt better than ever.

A long-forgotten sense of ease and relaxation spread through his entire body, with every cell and pore gradually unwinding, as if all his worries had been cast aside.

The past hardships, confusion, and sorrows were now shrouded in a hazy veil due to his overuse of xian fa, making them indistinct in his mind.

All he wanted was to kill.

The xian fa he released had evolved from the initially harmless jin feng into lethal forms like mao mu and bao ran.

But why was he standing here killing people...?

What were these people trying to do...?

He had forgotten.

He only knew he had been waiting here alone for a long time, perhaps just to kill.

No... Bai Hu paused, thinking he had killed once before, right?

How many had he killed that time?

He had forgotten that too.

Bai Hu's eyes began to fill with bloodshot veins, and a murderous aura radiated from him, making everyone around grow cautious.

Zheng Yingxiong quickly moved away from Han Yimo and dashed into the midst of the fighting crowd. The scent in the area was overwhelmingly strong, and he felt his nostrils starting to bleed, but he had no time to worry about it, hastily covering his mouth and nose with his hand.

Amid the countless qing xiang scents, one unique odor pierced through them all and rushed straight into his nostrils.

"It's sha yi..." Zheng Yingxiong shouted as he ran toward Yan Zhichun. "Be careful! It's an extremely intense sha yi!"

Yan Zhichun glanced in Zheng Yingxiong's direction and immediately sensed the danger. She shouted, "Pay attention to concealment! Pay attention to protection!"

Before anyone could react, Bai Hu suddenly raised his hand toward the sky.

A strange force field began to emerge around him, causing the air between him and the crowd to distort from the high temperature.

Yan Zhichun had no time to think. Her mind flashed with countless tactical ideas.

Many ji dao zhe nearby were too focused on casting hui xiang to evade, but Bai Hu was clearly preparing a deadly move. These frontline ji dao fighters were their main force and could not afford to die here.

Yan Zhichun closed her eyes and shifted her feet. The people behind her instinctively formed a vertical line. She extended her left hand forward and stretched her right hand back.

The dozen or so people behind her mirrored the action, each grabbing the hand of the person in front while being held by the one behind.

Everyone looked shocked, but upon realizing it was the ji dao wang controlling them, they relaxed a bit.

In the nick of time, Yan Zhichun yanked her left hand back forcefully, feeling a tremendous force like a steel cable pull from behind. Everyone retracted their left hands, pulling the person in front of them backward. Yan Zhichun, at the front, bore the greatest force and was hurled backward rapidly.

She quickly severed her xin nian connection, canceling the vertical duo xin po link, and switched to a horizontal one, reconnecting to the twenty people at the frontline. In an instant, those twenty were yanked as if by some massive force, flying backward in large arcs.

Among them were Jiang Ruoxue and Zhoumo.

Almost simultaneously, a massive explosion erupted in the space in front of Bai Hu—

"Boom!"

Even though everyone was rapidly retreating under Yan Zhichun's pull, they were still thrown into disarray by the nearby massive heat wave.

Jiang Ruoxue was caught mid-retreat by Lao Sun, while Zhoumo landed and agilely rolled once before standing up.

Though the group was in a sorry state, the casualties were minimal. The huge explosion only made three or five people vanish instantly, with most others sustaining light injuries.

"Tsk!" Zhoumo cursed. "How is this even possible...? Does bao ran not need a medium at all?!"

"A medium...?" Jiang Ruoxue was stunned for a moment.

"Theoretically, bao ran should act on an object..." Zhoumo said with a puzzled expression. "What on earth have these people done with hui xiang? Can it explode directly in the air without a medium?!"

Jiang Ruoxue paused. "'Air'... isn't that a medium?"

"What...?"

Zhoumo looked at the space in front of Bai Hu with lingering shock. If Jiang Ruoxue was right, then Bai Hu's use of bao ran was even more masterful than he had imagined.

He hadn't caused the entire area around him to explode, as that would damage the giant clock and display screen behind him. Instead, he had only triggered a localized bao ran in the air in front of him.

This went beyond just using air as a medium—it meant making connected pockets of air explode individually.

"I am Bai Hu!"

Bai Hu threw his head back and roared, his voice echoing across the square and resounding in all directions.

"Lay down your weapons... and enjoy the killing."

The crowd found the words strangely familiar, but they should never have come from Bai Hu's mouth.

The many people mobilized by tian niu had already surrounded the square tightly. They knew a fight had broken out in the center but weren't sure which sides were involved, so they had only been watching so far.

Now, upon hearing the elder in the square proclaim himself as "Bai Hu," they instantly grasped the situation.

What multiple sides? It was clearly Bai Hu single-handedly resisting the rebel army.

With that, the target became crystal clear. Everyone in the square except the white-robed elder was an enemy.

"Support Bai Hu!" one can yu zhe suddenly shouted loudly.

"Support Bai Hu!" Echoes came from all sides as numerous can yu zhe joined in.

As the words fell, the surrounding onlookers charged into the square. Not all of them were full hui xiang zhe, so some wielded wooden sticks or iron pipes as weapons.

In the blink of an eye, the ji dao were completely surrounded, and the outer groups clashed with the can yu zhe. The scene descended into utter chaos.

At the storm's center, Yan Zhichun frowned as she surveyed the surroundings. Though she had mentally prepared for this, the reality still left her deeply conflicted.

The ji dao believed they were justice, the shen shou believed they were justice, and even the can yu zhe rushing to help believed they were justice.

With three sides entering the battlefield with different agendas, each asserting dominance, did the ji dao in the middle still have a chance of winning?

Before she could devise the next tactic, she saw ren ji sheng xiao in tattered suits gathering from all directions.