"The Oriental is so powerful, so many people were killed by him..."

"No matter how strong you are, it's still a tool."

"Can he kill all Mamel's men? He seems to have some ability, through which he can find the location of those people."

"I don't know, Sarah is over there."

"The elder is coming soon..."

In the city of Nuristan, all the residents who heard the gunshots hid in their homes in fear, not even daring to breathe. Those who were closer had already fled to safety.

Two men in black robes appeared in front of the ruined house, searching for dead and alive bodies in the ruins.

After tearing open the brick wall of the ruins, one person killed each one alive: "Don't think so much, just do things quickly. If there are mistakes or omissions, we won't survive."

He took out a palm-sized disc engraved with dizzying geometric patterns and held it close to the body.

A soul that was somewhat similar to the corpse on the ground struggled and flew towards the disc.

The soul disappeared into the disk, and those complex geometric patterns glowed with blue light, looking extremely mysterious.

"Strange, why is there no soul?"

Another man approached a corpse with the same disk, but did not see the soul flying out, which made him feel very strange.

After looking at the body on the ground and then at the disk in his hand, he walked toward Mamel's body a little further away with a puzzled look on his face.

The motionless Mamel suddenly opened his eyes, and darkness surged inside, like two shrinking black holes...

In the most central luxury apartment in Nuristan.

A tall white man with a beard put the beer glass in his hand, picked up the paper towel on the table and wiped his mouth.

"That Oriental didn't accept our kindness?" His voice was extremely heavy, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Yes, General Samim, he did not accept even the slightest kindness from us." A man in military uniform lowered his head and replied, "His attitude shows that he does not want to have any communication with us. So, what attitude should we take next?

Face him?"

Samim said: "Let him go. As long as he doesn't hurt the residents of the city, they can make whatever noise they want."

"Understood." The man in military uniform asked again, "Several houses on North Street have been reduced to rubble. Our people have withdrawn in advance and there are no casualties for the time being. Do you want to send someone to maintain order?"

"Go." Samim waved his hand, "Go and tell them it's not an attack by terrorists, but our own exercise."

"General, do you need to tell the people below about your appearance in Nuristan City?"

"No need for the time being. Everything here will proceed as usual. You can control everything big and small. You don't need to ask me for instructions."

The man in military uniform retreated silently until he reached the door, saluted Samim with a military salute, and then walked out.

Samim looked at the dim sky and murmured: "Will the messenger of God really come?"

……

Outside the city, Lu Zhen looked back thoughtfully and continued to move forward quickly.

With the soul-clearing technique, he easily got the information he wanted to know from those people's heads, and naturally he would not let the people he wanted to kill escape.

As long as these people are killed, more than half of the goal of this trip will be accomplished...

Lu Zhen was extremely fast, already several feet away in a flash, and it was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish his figure with the naked eye.

Even if he passes in front of ordinary people, those people will feel like a blur in front of their eyes at most, and they will never know that a living person is passing in front of them.

On the road ahead, the roar of car engines suddenly sounded, and several cars drove westward in panic.

But before the car accelerated to its fastest speed, a golden light suddenly hit the side of the car.

There was a loud "bang", the car rolled to the ground, and a figure appeared in the cab of the car.

There was no movement at the door of the car cab, and a line of gray smoke floated out from the car window, mixing in the dust caused by the car hitting the ground, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

But before the smoke rose too far, it was caught by a strong hand.

Lu Zhen looked at the smoke that was constantly struggling in his hand, feeling slightly surprised.

This kind of ability is rare...

The smoke kept deforming in his hands, sometimes lengthening, sometimes shortening, and the face of a sinister man with a frightened expression could be vaguely seen.

This person's superpowers may be easily hidden from other people's perceptions, but they can never be hidden from his sensitive perception.

Moreover, even if someone can detect the smoke that this person turns into, there are very few who can hurt this person.

But Lu Zhen has the ability to sort out Qi, a power that may be troublesome to others, but he has no power to resist in his hands.

A trace of blue-colored silk entered the smoke in his hand.

The sinister man quickly transformed into a physical body, showing his own body, and was grabbed by Lu Zhen's neck.

His face was frightened, his mouth was open, and he wanted to say something, but he could only make a weird "ho ho" sound.

The two cars behind wanted to accelerate forward after the first car rolled over.

Lu Zhen stamped his right foot on the ground, and several rays of force shot out from the ground and hit the chassis of the car in front.

Under the huge force, the car rolled forward and turned into a ridiculous appearance.

The car behind was caught off guard and slammed into the car in front of it. It slid forward for more than ten meters against the car in front before it stopped.

After that, the car immediately backed away for a distance and crashed into the woods nearby.

"You followed Mamel to the north and killed people many years ago. It seems that I did it right..."

Lu Zhen's right hand suddenly exerted force, the sound of broken bones was heard, and the man in his hand stopped struggling.

Letting go of his hand, the man's body fell softly to the ground.

Lu Zhen's body flashed and he had already appeared next to the car that crashed into the woods.

The car rolled over like the first car.

Amidst the unpleasant sound of metal being torn apart, the car door was torn open by the strong man in the vest inside.

With a roar of a tiger, the vest on the strong man's vest was completely torn apart by the bulging muscles, revealing the tiger tattoo on his chest.

It was as if a real tiger was running from far to near, rapidly enlarging on the man's chest, and did not stop changing until it completely occupied the strong man's entire chest.

The tiger raised its claws and made a pounce forward posture. Its eyes were frightening, as if it had made Lu Zhen in front of him a target for hunting.

When the tiger's cold, emotionless gaze enveloped him, Lu Zhen suddenly felt nervous about being targeted by a superior predator, causing his body to stiffen involuntarily for a moment.

But for Lu Zhen, who had once looked directly at Laxman's god, what does this pressure mean?

In just an instant, he returned to his original position and stretched out his right hand towards the charging "tiger".

White lightning flashed and struck the strong man quickly.

The muscles on the chest squirmed, and the whole tiger seemed to be making dodge movements, causing the strong man to dodge too.

The strong man pounced forward quickly and evaded extremely flexibly. He quickly avoided the incoming lightning and was immediately drowned by the lightning that spread like a tide.

A white palm passed through the electric light and pressed on the strong man's chest when his whole body was numb.

The tiger roared violently, seeming to be struggling, but it could not change the fate of its master's defeat.

A Ruyi Jin punched into the strong man's chest.

With a "pop" sound, the strong man spurted out a large mouthful of blood and slowly fell backwards.

The chest held by Lu Zhen collapsed downwards, as if someone had hollowed it out.

The tiger whining on his chest became darker and darker as the man's life breath disappeared.

"It's interesting..." Lu Zhen stretched out his hand.

The tiger roared low, turned into a dark spirit, jumped into his hand, and then disappeared without a trace.

The roar of a tiger could be heard faintly next to my ears.

The strong man had only one breath left and was already in a dying state.

"Is it a superpower, a skill? Or a special method?"

Lu Zhen reached out and touched the strong man's forehead.

Not long after, a golden ball of memory appeared in his hand, and he pressed it into the center of his eyebrows.

The big man's methods seemed to be able to borrow the power of ferocious beasts, and he was somewhat interested.

If this is not a superpower, but a skill, then it can make up for his lack of physical combat.

In conjunction with the primitive will he learned from Na Ruhu, they complement each other perfectly.

Lu Zhen turned around and chased in the direction where the old man fled.

Gunfire rang out.

On the side of Lu Zhen's head, a bullet flew past his cheek and hit a big tree not far away.

He looked at the young mercenary who crawled out of the car with blood on his face.

The young man also looked at him, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again, with only fear in his eyes, only ruthlessness.
To be continued...