"We have no relation with the city patrol..." The woman's voice trembled as she spoke, stepping back into the shop.
The shop has been seized and everyone inside has been killed," Pan Qiji's voice carried a hint of frost.
Ding Huan took out twenty crystal stones and dropped them on the counter: "I want this talisman pen; here are the crystals."
The white-bearded old man seemed to have ignored Ding Huan's words. He had a powerful backer. Their shop's backer was the Dongcheng Association.
However, in the face of Pan Qiji, not even one Dongcheng Association would dare to come out, let alone a few.
Whether it's the Dongcheng Association or the Iron Force Alliance, they are all allowed by Pan Qigi. If Pan Qigi doesn't allow it, they have no qualifications to mix in this area.
"Wait a minute, bring over the guy with the backpack."
Pan Qi saw Ding Huan casually grab twenty crystal stones from his bag and throw them onto the counter, and there were clearly more crystals in the bag.
Ding Huan didn't even turn around, a divine consciousness blade struck out.
A person like Pan Qiji who doesn't even ask about the cause and effect, directly seizes the shop and kills people, deserves to die a million times.
Suddenly, Pan Qigi felt a cold breath penetrate through. His years of fighting outside made him instantly alert, and he retreated backwards without hesitation.
The wind blade slashed past his chest, making his whole skin tremble.
"Puff!" Because Ding Huan didn't control the force of the wind blade, and since it was moving from above to below, after Pan Qiji dodged the blade, it did not stop but instead sliced open the throat of a shopkeeper who supported him.
Blood mist erupted, and the crowd went mad with retreat.
Here comes again.
The Iron Force Alliance was completely wiped out by such mysterious wind blades before, and the more than one hundred shop owners and assistants were also killed by these wind blades silently.
"Hmm." Ding Huan actually stepped out.
This guy has rich combat experience. He managed to avoid his wind blade just by relying on his feeling.
"Who are you?" Pan Qiji sat up again, with a hint of caution in his eyes.
Ding Huan spread his hand, and a long spear from the only general store flew up, landing in his grip.
There is a long spear in Ding Huan's star room, but Ding Huan feels that this long spear is clearly more convenient, and this long spear seems to be a low-level magical artifact.
Ding Huan's divine consciousness was almost transformed, and he refined the long gun.
Thinking back to the days when he spent several days grinding away the restriction on his star room.
Now, he can do it in a single moment.
"Do you want to kill me?" Ding Huan holding the long gun walked out of the shop.
Even though Ding Huan had not moved a muscle, nor had he pressed his breath upon him, Pan Qi already felt his breathing was becoming rapid.
This is a psychological hint that the opponent is very dangerous.
"Friend, we have no grudge. I was being impetuous by saying that we should fight just now." Pan Qiji bowed his hand.
He didn't want to fight with Ding Huan, for Ding Huan was too dangerous for him.
Ding Huan didn't intend to slowly waste time with him either. With four cultivators at the ninth level of martial arts, he would show off his nine-stroke spear technique.
"Are you Pan Qiji? The controller of Dongcheng and Nancheng?" Ding Huan asked.
"That's right, I am Pan Qiji," Pan Qiji bowed without dismounting from the unicorn, his tone much more polite.
"That's good." Ding Huan flicked his long gun, sending out beams of spearlight.
A surge of intense killing intent locked onto Pan Qiji, and at this moment, Pan Qiji felt like a paper boat in the midst of fierce gales and towering waves.
That fierce and boundless wave, any drop of water in it could crush him into pieces.
He wanted to resist, but under the massive gun intent pressure, he didn't even have the ability to resist.
Ding Huan's long gun's killing momentum had already included the aura of the artifact Pan Qiji had sacrificed. Regardless of whether Pan Qiji had sacrificed a magical artifact, Ding Huan's soul-stealing spear would completely lock away all of Pan Qiji's attack spaces.
What was perplexing to Ding Huan was that his nine strokes were only just beginning, yet the opponent was already so suppressed that they had no ability to resist.
Even if he didn't have to sacrifice a magical artifact, he couldn't even extend his fist.
To use nine gun strokes to deal with such a guy is like using a cannon shell to hit a mosquito.
Ding Huan sighed, and the nine spear beams were dispersed before they even formed.
Followed by a wind blade, Pan Qigi's neck was torn open, and his head rolled off the unicorn when it landed. There was still fear in his eyes.
"It's a pity you underestimated me." Ding Huan shook his head.
He also understood what had happened.
His own "Mystic Knowledge" cultivation method was definitely top-notch, and he even cultivated spiritual consciousness during the martial arts cultivation stage, even stronger than some foundation-level cultivators.
Even with the Nine Dao of God's Intention, he was still confronting a ninth-level martial artist who had not yet reached the foundation stage. It was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, but in truth, it was an overstatement that somewhat exaggerated the gap between him and Pan Qiji.
Ding Huan was quite speechless and also knew that he had been deceived by Pan Qiji's evasive maneuver with the wind blade earlier.
Thinking that the other party could dodge his spiritual consciousness wind blade, he believed their strength must be decent. Now he realized that he had not fully evaluated his own strength.
Thoughts running through his mind, Ding Huan's heart stirred slightly.
Thinking back to when he didn't escape the lost swamp, Ding Huan wondered if he could have killed Qiu Zhi with the nine divine abilities.
The idea of fighting passed quickly, and Ding Huan realized he made the right choice to escape. Qiu Zhi was not an ordinary foundation-level cultivator but one who had reached the peak of foundation cultivation and was seeking the Way of True Essence.
He should still not be a match for the opponent.
Moreover, even if he could kill off Qiu Zhi, he still couldn't go against the rules.
Ding Huan scanned Pan Qiji with his divine consciousness, then walked over and grabbed a small bag from his body.
The bag had a restriction on it, and it was very likely a storage bag as rumored.
He killed Pan Qiji with just one move, and the seven or eight shopkeepers who were cheering him on retreated hastily.
Unfortunately, what awaited them were seven or eight wind blades.
Eighteen bodies lay on the street, and some bystanders in the distance dared not stick their heads out.
Ding Huan was well aware that in Xifeng City, being soft-hearted was only going to bring him trouble.
Only by terrifying these people could he have a peaceful day.
The other three people who had come with Pan Qiji also dismounted their unicorn and bowed to Ding Huan:
"May we have the honor of meeting the elder."
At this time, they looked at Ding Huan as an absolute foundation-level cultivator.
"Who is Gufei Jian?" Looking at the three people in front of him, Ding Huan suddenly spoke up.
The thin and tall Gufei Jian stepped forward, his expression panic-stricken, his face pale:
"Gufei Jian has seen the elder."
"That's good." Ding Huan simply said two words, and showers of wind blades swept towards Gufeijian.
After understanding Pan Qiji's strength, Ding Huan decided not to continue using a cannon to kill a mosquito. He believed that his wind blade technique could take out the opponent.
As soon as Ding Huan's wind blades appeared, Gufei Jian sensed it.
Unfortunately, Ding Huan was a martial artist with spiritual consciousness, and his wind blades were as solid as flesh under the spiritual energy support.
Gufei Jian did not possess spiritual consciousness, and in terms of combat experience and the thickness of his true essence, he was far inferior to Ding Huan.
These spiritual consciousness blades were dense, and he could even not identify the position of every single one of them.
One wind blade sliced through his forehead, and he could only resentfully look at Ding Huan:
"Why..."
Ding Huan said with a faint smile:
"I am the captain of the city patrol, and how many patrol members have you killed? You tell me why?"
"Pong!" Gufei Jian fell to the ground, with no choice but to be ungrateful.
"Captain elder, we have always stayed with Pan Qiji and Gufei Jian, but we have never killed anyone..." The other two sounded extremely scared.
Without waiting for them to finish speaking, Ding Huan's blade light surrounded this man and woman once again.
Killing the grass without removing the root, was he looking for trouble for himself?
Ding Huan didn't know what relationship these two had with Pan Qiji and Gufei Jian.
But one thing he knew, since these two were with Pan Qiang and Gufei Jian when they came, they had the intention of assisting.
People like them are best kept close to ensure they don't cause trouble.
Four martial artists at the ninth level of cultivation had no resistance against Ding Huan.
Although he could take away their storage bags with his spiritual consciousness, Ding Huan still went over and took them.
The patrol team captain was so terrifying that he didn't spare a single blow in his killing spree. At this moment, no one dared to stay on the streets.
In a short time, the streets of Shengdao Street were left with a pile of bodies.
Counting it up, today's Shengdao Street has had its fourth pile of bodies.
Ding Huan stood on the blood-stained street and loudly declared:
"From today onwards, everyone in Xifeng City must abide by the rules of the city patrol. Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy."
In a place like this, there's no other punishment more effective than death.
"May we have the honor of meeting the elder." As soon as Ding Huan walked back into the shop, the old man with white beard hurriedly bowed in gratitude.
He was still in a daze, could this young man really be the new captain of the city patrol?
"Help me get one thousand flagstones, and by the way, there's this gun and this ink pen. Calculate how many crystal stones they are worth."
Ding Huan weighed the long gun in his hand, which he found quite comfortable to use.
"May I not dare to ask for money, the esteemed one can just take them." The elder said respectfully.
Ding Huan waved his hand:
"Our city patrol operates with rules and regulations. We won't buy or sell at force, the price is what it is. If you don't want to sell, I'll go to another shop."
"Sell, sell... The elder, just give me fifty crystal stones for both," the old man hurriedly said.
Ding Huan estimated that fifty crystal stones might not be enough to buy these things.
He took out another hundred crystal stones and threw them onto the counter:
"Let it be one hundred and twenty crystal stones. Wrap up the items for me. And the four unicorns outside, please take them to the city patrol."
"Yes, thank you, elder." The old man spoke with great respect.
Several minutes later, Ding Huan walked out of the only grocery store.
This time, what pleased Ding Huan was not the purchase of the magical pen and flagstones, but rather the convenient killing of Pan Qiji and Gufei Jian.
It can be definitely verified that with the elimination of these two, the security in Xifeng City will be much improved.
(The update ends here, good night everyone! Seeking support with moon tickets!)
