Chapter 184: Total Chaos

In the luxurious lounge, Tixiang lay sprawled on the carpet near the door, a part of his body shining like the rising sun: dazzling and glaring. He snored in a deep voice, looking completely exhausted.

The floor of the room was covered with torn cloth strips which looked quite familiar; they seemed to have been two complete long dresses that should have belonged to Ya and Ling. But now the two dresses had been reduced to countless strips scattered everywhere.

Ya and Ling were naked, curled up weakly in a corner far from the door. The two women huddled closely together, using their fragile knees to feebly protect their pale, delicate chests and tightly clutching their knees, appearing extremely fragile and powerless. Their beautiful, delicate bodies were covered with red and purple bruises — what kind of demon could inflict such cruel injuries on such lovely beings?

Not only were there bruises, but more importantly, the faint pearl-like glow that had once enveloped the two women had vanished. It was as if two flawless jades had suddenly turned into white porcelain; though still pale and smooth, their quality was now worlds apart.

Lin Qi and his companions naturally did not notice such details, but Tolin saw it immediately — he recognized this as a sign that the inherent Divinity within Ya and Ling had dissipated. Not only that, their auras were so weak not only had their Divinity gone, but most of the Divine Power and life essence they had cultivated themselves had scattered too.

“You lowly, filthy sinners!”

Tolin’s body radiated terrifying cold. Wine bottles and porcelain plates in the small hall cracked one after another from the freezing air, filling the room with crackling sounds. Tolin’s eyes turned a deep, cold blue with no warmth or emotion; he slowly rose until he was floating about a meter off the ground. Dozens of icy rings as thick as a thumb coiled around him, and tiny ice crystals began to drift down in the air.

“You will be punished by the Deity! Your Souls will fall into the bottomless Abyss, suffering the torment of the Divine Flame for eternity!”

Tolin raised his Staff. Without chanting any spell, hundreds of icicles as thick as a thumb appeared out of thin air. Glaring at Tixiang sleeping heavily on the floor, Tolin pointed his Staff, and the icicles roared into a whirlwind, carrying a biting chill straight toward Tixiang.

Forget the icicles themselves, which were sharp and tougher than steel; even the icy wind was enough to freeze the defenseless Tixiang into a Zombie. Lin Qi gave a bitter laugh; clenching his fists, he rushed forward.

Two flashes of cyan light shot out as Lin Qi roared and threw eighteen punches in succession.

His fists moved like meteors, like rolling thunder, like the collapse of heaven and earth. His punches stirred the air in the room, whipping up a fierce gust. Lin Qi’s fists collided with the ice whirlwind Tolin had summoned; the icicles smashed against Lin Qi’s protective Combat Qi, shattering into countless ice crystals that scattered everywhere. Lin Qi’s body trembled as the icicles cut deep wounds in his hands. Blood tried to well up, but the cold froze the wounds, turning them into cyan-blue scars.

The pain made Lin Qi tremble all over; he never dreamed Tolin’s ice Divine Art would be this powerful. The force of the icicles was immense, driving Lin Qi backward step by step. Lartus, already pale-faced, dodged aside, frantically calling for guards.

No matter how this had happened, judging by Tixiang’s state and the condition of Ya and Ling, it was clear.

Tixiang had seduced, or more accurately, forced himself upon the two beautiful young ladies. As Lartus’s most capable aide, whatever Tixiang did, Lartus had an obligation to handle the fallout.

The ice whirlwind ground away mercilessly, peeling the skin from Lin Qi’s fists layer by layer, then carving away his flesh, until it reached the bone. Tiny ice crystals splintered off his bones where the icicles shattered upon impact.

It hurt so much — even more than when Blackbeard had cut him dozens of times with a blade. This was a pain that reached his core and seeped deep into his bones. Lin Qi wept from the pain, his whole body trembling, his guts shaking; he started yelling curses.

The fierce nature buried deep in the Black Tiger Family surged forth. After being forced back seven steps in agony, Lin Qi howled and surged forward despite the pain. A faint black aura slowly formed around his fists as the Mysterious Tiger Force flowed swiftly through his body along an unusual energy path.

Blood rushed through his veins with a roaring sound like ocean waves. Screaming wildly, Lin Qi charged ahead like an enraged bear, his tears freezing into icy specks on his face. He threw out thirty-six consecutive punches, breaking apart a large portion of the ice storm, and closed in on Tolin.

Yulian had already drawn his sword, the hazy, dream-like gleam of his blade enveloping Tolin. The sword moves were elusive, elegant and magnificent, making it impossible to discern where the blade would strike. The refined swordplay of a Noble, combined with an enchantment of confusion on the blade, culminated in the most perfect strike Yulian had ever delivered.

But Tolin merely glanced at Yulian with disdain, snorted coldly, flicked his left middle finger, and a fist-sized ice bullet shot out with a roar, striking Yulian square in the chest.

Yulian, with his weak Combat Qi, let out a miserable cry; two of his ribs broke as his body, covered in a cold mist, flew backward. The ice bullet exploded against his chest, the intense cold freezing his body; Yulian fell to the ground almost like a wooden log.

But Lin Qi had already reached Tolin; swinging his flesh-stripped fists, Lin Qi let out another roar like a tiger echoing through the mountains.

The huge Tiger’s Roar erupted right in front of Tolin, making his hair fly backward as though hit by a hurricane. Tolin’s gaze became unfocused; Lin Qi’s roar nearly shattered his eardrums. His ears throbbed painfully, and his sense of balance was completely lost.

Tolin could no longer float in the air. He fell headfirst, and Lin Qi immediately stepped forward, stomping heavily on Tolin’s chest. Tolin let out a chaotic cry; with a shake of his fists, a freezing ring of cold spread outward from his body. Lin Qi felt a huge force from below; he grunted and was flung backward, landing awkwardly seven or eight meters away. The cold rapidly crawled up his leg, coating the area below his right knee in frost within moments.

Tolin struggled to get up, but Lin Qi’s earlier roar was a secret technique from the Black Tiger Family’s Mysterious Tiger Force called ‘Shattering Spirit Tiger’s Roar’ — not only was his body affected, but his mind had also been impacted. He swayed unsteadily, then suddenly two streams of hot blood spurted from his nostrils. He couldn’t manage to stand.

Yan and An had struggled and squirmed on the floor for a long time. Finally, when Tolin collapsed, they managed to get up. Enraged, the two disfigured brothers brandished their swords and rushed toward Lartus.

Lartus let out a sharp scream, like a helpless girl facing dozens of hulking men alone. His cries were filled with despair and helplessness. He cursed his guards angrily — why weren’t they rushing in at this critical moment?

Just as Yan and An’s swords were about to pierce Lartus, a powerful force blasted the outer door open. A burly man clad in Heavy Armor, radiating a blinding blue light, strode in. In almost a single step, he reached Lartus’s side and threw two heavy punches.

Yan and An, who’d just been knocked flying by Lin Qi’s heavy blows, took another heavy hit to their faces. Spitting blood, they flew back and crashed onto the floor, rolling their eyes and falling unconscious.

“Almighty Deity, with Your supreme glory, punish these lowly, filthy sinners!”

Elham, having been knocked out by Lin Qi’s punch earlier, woke up. Seeing the miserable state of Tolin, Yan, and An, he was so enraged he spat blood again. His eyes filled with a blinding white light as he coldly stared at Lin Qi and Lartus. He spread his hands and formed a strange seal, muttering an incantation.

“A Divine Art! Stop his spell!” Lartus’s face turned pale as he yelled.

The Church’s Divine Art, when performed by certain individuals, could draw a sliver of Deity’s power from the void, unleashing destructive might.

Unless they were high-ranking members of the Church, no one could master such a high-level Divine Art. That Elham could actually perform this Divine Art — no matter which Deity’s power he invoked — anything involving a Deity was definitely not good.

Lin Qi had already lunged tiger-like toward Elham, but he was over ten meters away — how could he reach him in time?

The incantation for the Divine Art was only a brief phrase. Just as Elham was about to complete it —

Clang! A huge porcelain vase from The East was swung heavily against the back of Elham’s head. Elham’s eyes widened and he slowly collapsed to the floor.

It was Long Cheng, disguised as a male servant, who had slipped in and struck Elham with the vase in time to interrupt the Divine Art.

The heavy sound of footsteps came next; dozens of Lartus’s guards swarmed in, nearly filling the small lounge. Every guard saw Tixiang’s thin naked body and the two Young Girl huddled naked in the corner.

The guards all gasped sharply, suddenly understanding why Elham and his companions had gone berserk.

At that moment, Tixiang happened to wake up. He staggered to his feet, a bleary hesitant smile on his face, and mumbled, “Beauties, you… are so lovely… Why does my head hurt so much?”

He lifted his head with effort and suddenly saw dozens of burly men staring at his naked self. Tixiang shrieked in terror, flailing his limbs as he dashed madly around the lounge.

Lin Qi spread his hands — what a mess this was?