Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

"Boom!"

When Lin Rui's palm struck the butler's chest, a deafening explosion immediately occurred, and a massive amount of blood and flesh splattered from behind the butler, splashing up to twenty meters away.

Lin Rui's palm had actually pierced straight through the butler's chest and abdomen.

Because of the penetration through his chest and abdomen, the butler's body lost force; he staggered back a few steps, then collapsed on the ground, his eyes wide in disbelief as he looked at Lin Rui, his voice strained, "Why, why do you want to kill me?"

How, how on earth did he find out?

Considering the timing of Lin Rui's attack, it must have been before that cat demon pounced.

The butler thought his acting was perfect, revealing no flaws. However, he couldn't wait for an answer, as Lin Rui's palm had already shattered his internal organs and severed his spine, cutting off his lifeline.

Barely managing to speak these words, the butler lost consciousness as darkness enveloped him.

Lin Rui couldn't be bothered to answer the butler.

In his eyes, the Demonic Qi hidden within the butler was as conspicuous as fireflies in the night.

After the palm strike, Lin Rui immediately stepped back, drew his saber, and covered Wang Sen's flank, generating a series of 'clangs' from beside them.

Wang Sen was also surprised at Lin Rui's palm strike towards the butler.

He didn't have time to ponder, his gaze fixed on the black cat.

Wang Sen responded swiftly and decisively; he simply blocked with his shield, used his Cold True Qi to slow the cat demon's speed, and then slashed off the black cat's head with his sword.

This move was clean and swift, ending the battle in the blink of an eye.

However, if it were Wang Sen's own body, he wouldn't have been able to do it.

But his current clone, possessing the "Divine Right" and "Celestial Speed" bloodlines, had True Qi, strength, reaction, and speed far superior to ordinary Martial Cultivators.

Wang Sen's Ice True Qi also penetrated the cat demon's brain, completely freezing its lifeforce.

Since demons with mutated flesh have strong regenerative capabilities and are difficult to kill, Wang Sen spared no effort.

Right after dealing with the cat demon, Wang Sen forcefully smashed his shield to the side.

Following a loud explosion, the two figures fiercely battling Lin Rui were finally forced to retreat.

By now, Lin Rui was heaving, breath ragged, and his arms were trembling slightly.

The two enemies he had confronted were very strong, both being Martial Artists of the third realm with robust saber skills, and they pressured him immensely.

Lin Rui had to use both hands wielding his saber, fully invoking his Divine Right bloodline to cope, yet in that brief time, the two opponents nearly made him lose grip of his long saber.

After they retreated, Lin Rui got a clear view of their figures, his pupils slightly constricting, "Demon Cultivators?"

Indeed, they were two Demon Cultivators, their right shoulders conspicuously covered with a layer of bone armor, enhancing their strength far beyond that of normal third realm Martial Artists.

"Is this a perfected Red Thunder Palm? Your saber technique is also outstanding, seemingly perfected as well. No wonder the County Magistrate promoted you to deputy arrest officer."

It was the Demon Cultivator on the left, his long hair cascading over his shoulders. Judging from his facial features, he had been very handsome, though now a large scar marred the left side of his face.

This man coldly looked at Lin Rui, and at the butler's corpse on the ground, "Red Thunder Snake Hand? We truly underestimated you."

The butler also possessed the power of the third realm, yet he was instantly killed by Lin Rui's surprise Red Thunder Snake Hand strike, which burst open his chest.

The long-haired Demon Cultivator guessed that aside from the Grandmaster-level Red Thunder Palm, the young man also possessed one or two powerful bloodline powers, bringing his overall combat power close to touching the third realm.

However, this did not change the outcome for the two of them.

Beyond the substantial gap in strength between them, he had already sent a message for reinforcements from the mastermind behind the scenes.

They must definitely crush these two constables here today.

Meanwhile, Lin Rui slightly lowered his stance, trying hard to regulate his breathing, "Wang Twenty-Seven, can you blockade that one behind for three seconds?"

With his left hand on the shield and right holding the sword, Wang Sen stood back to back with Lin Rui, his voice resolute, "I'll do my best!"

As Wang Sen's words fell, Lin Rui's feet suddenly burst forth with lightning, his figure darting towards the long-haired Demon Cultivator like a specter.

Theoretically, Lin Rui, with only the early stage of channel initiation, and with a full realm's worth of skill gap, should stand no chance.

The enemy was also a third realm early-stage Demon Cultivator whose combat strength couldn't reach that of a higher-tier demon but was stronger than a normal third realm Martial Artist.

Nevertheless, Lin Rui's physical attributes in all aspects were nearly twice that of a same-realm Martial Artist, boosted by both the Divine Right and Celestial Speed, two powerful, special-grade bloodlines.

Beyond that, Lin Rui also had three Grandmaster-level fundamental martial arts, which greatly exceeded his own realm's combat power.

Lin Rui observed the two men's tranquil and relaxed demeanor, indicating no rush to initiate a battle, which made him realize the opponent might still have reinforcements.

Thus, he had to eliminate the current enemy with the fastest speed possible!

The long-haired demonic cultivator was slightly surprised to see this, thinking the youngster dared to attack him?

Simply seeking death!

However, the burst of speed from Lin Rui's saber was terrifying, and the long-haired demonic cultivator chose to defend. He calmly responded and fought while retreating.

"Blood of Lightning Speed and the Nine Slashes of Red Thunder, huh? His saber moves effortlessly, probably more than just nine consecutive slashes!"

These thoughts flashed through the mind of the long-haired demonic cultivator as he retreated even more decisively, using his footwork and distance to wear down the opponent's saber momentum.

Between them, sabers clashed, emitting sounds intense as forging iron, accompanied by continuous bursts of thunder and flames, illuminating the surrounding thirty feet of night sky in meticulous detail.

The long-haired demonic cultivator was deeply astonished, previously, when he and his companion faced two against one, he hadn't felt this way.

Now, in their solo combat, he realized the power of lightning and flames that Lin Rui controlled were abnormally strong.

After merely nine strikes, the long-haired demonic cultivator felt his right hand go numb and his speed with the saber notably slowed.

The violent flames also obscured his vision, preventing him from seeing Lin Rui's saber path clearly.

However, this battle was about to end—

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Until Lin Rui's twelfth saber strike, the long-haired demonic cultivator showed no change in expression.

Not until Lin Rui's thirteenth strike did the long-haired demonic cultivator's composure begin to waver slightly.

A second-level Martial Cultivator, even with superior physical quality or top bloodline, could only perform twelve slashes.

Lin Rui's ability to execute the thirteenth slash had only one possibility.

The guy's Red Thunder Saber technique had already reached the Grandmaster level!

This young man must not yet be 19 years old, his skull just closed, and less than a year into his cultivative journey, what immense martial talent!

The long-haired demonic cultivator coldly smiled, still poised and composed.

His right hand bone armor quickly spread and extended, in an instant covering his entire shoulder and right hand, and its length also increased by three inches.

This gave him another significant boost in strength, not only firmly blocking Lin Rui's saber but even managing to rebound Lin Rui's saber momentum!

Lin Rui saw this and slightly furrowed his brow.

He knew that even if he executed the remaining three slashes, he likely couldn't overcome this demonic cultivator.

This was the first opponent that his Nine Slashes of Red Thunder couldn't resolve.

No wonder he was a third-level demonic cultivator. Although nowhere near Nolan Wei, he was definitely not someone Lin Rui could currently confront.

But from the probing just now, there seemed no need to use possession.

Using Soul Power would suffice—

Just as he executed his fifteenth slash, Lin Rui, with a thought, injected thirty Soul Power points into his flesh and soul.

For safety, he used thirty Soul Power points at once to ensure no failures!

Lin Rui actually wanted to use more, but from the amplitude increase last time, over-investing could damage his body due to his inability to withstand it.

"Boom!"

In that instant, two lightning-fire snakes as thick as fingers explosively emerged from Lin Rui's body, and his saber in that instant turned into a blur!

The long-haired demonic cultivator's pupils dilated in shock, "What's going on?"

Because Lin Rui's saber speed suddenly erupted, catching the long-haired demonic cultivator off guard, his defensive slash failed to block Lin Rui's saber light as he had anticipated.

"Shriek!"

Amidst the thunderous explosions, Lin Rui's saber swiftly swept across the long-haired demonic cultivator's neck, drawing a streak of bright red blood through the lightning.

The long-haired demonic cultivator's head dropped, his eyes vacant.

What happened? Could Lin Rui's saber speed burst like this at such a moment? How did he manage that?