Having killed two Demon Arms users, Krune shocked everyone with his imposing momentum.
"Is this really Shi Jiang?" Feng Bolin muttered in shock, noticing that every soldier also had the same reaction. Someone that they had assumed to be a servant all this time turned out to be a hidden expert. On top of that, he seemed capable of the legendary Qigong, surprising everyone.
It was because Krune was relying upon the air currents generated by the Cloud Whale to move his body faster, lithe like a leaf. If it wasn't because Shi Jiang's body was a regular person's and one untrained in the way of fighting, he would have been able to fight better.
'In any case, if I take down as many Demon Arms users here, I would be able to reincarnate into a younger, richer body. That'll allow me to complete this entire loop of suffering and return to the God Realm.' Thinking as such, Krune grunted, slashing with a sword as he clashed with the Third Young Master of the Biao Clan.
The two swords clashed as Krune's sword was chipped from the attack. It was just an inferior sword, after all. Having faced the shield before, it was more or less worn out.
"Haha! It seems your strength is only temporary. I could already feel that you have gotten weaker." The Third Young Master from the Biao Clan laughed.
"Is that so?" Krune smiled in response as the Cloud Whale appeared behind him, finished condensing air within it. Followed by a whistling sound, an Air Needle was unleashed onto another Demon Arms user, killing him.
Even if they were able to defend against the attack at the start, the Air Needle wasn't like a bullet. It was a drill sent like a bullet, constantly drilling into the shield as it continued for a long duration. Even if its front was dissipated, it was just air.
The air further down the air needle column took on the role of drilling through the energy shield, eventually piercing through it to land on the bare human skin beneath. What followed next was the death of the Demon Arms users.
"Dammit, three of us died in this dump!" the Third Young Master of the Biao Family screamed as he controlled his flying sword, aiming for Krune's head.
From the start, the moment he made a move, everything that transpired in the room played in his mind thanks to Sonic Radar. With that being said, Krune was aware of every move, grabbing hold of a shield thrown towards him by one of the soldiers as he calmly deflected the flying sword.
"Dammit! Die! Just die!" the Third Young Master from the Biao Family screamed as he constantly waved his hands, controlling the flying sword to kill Krune. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, irrespective of the angle of attack, Krune's defense was impeccable.
Plus, unlike the sword, the shield wasn't even chipped despite defending against the flying sword, something a regular shield couldn't defend against.
Smirking, Krune grabbed hold of a spear, throwing it right onto a Demon Arms wielder, causing the shield on their body to tremble from the power behind his throw. Right at this moment, Krune's shield collided with the shaft end of the spear, transferring all the force through it to shatter the shield and pierce through the opponent's shoulder.
"Hehe!" Suddenly, the opponent laughed before opening his mouth to unleash a rain of needles that Krune haphazardly defended against, grunting as blood dripped all over from his body.
Surprisingly, a faint poison seemed to be circulating from the wounds, causing his body to feel sluggish all of a sudden.
As for his attacker, he dropped to the ground, dead, sporting a hole on his forehead.
"Take this!" A girl in her early teens, hailing from the Xiong Family, rushed at this moment, slamming her gauntlets his way before unleashing a beam of purple light, eradicating more than ten guards while leaving Krune panting on one side.
Even though he had defended against most of the attack, he still lost his left arm.
'It seems this girl from the Xiong family is the strongest of them all.' Krune panted, his vision cloudy while his legs had lost all strength in them. However, his mind was elsewhere, 'Every Demon Arms wielder is from one of the merchant families of the Red Coast Town. It seems the Demon wishes to take control of the city to fuel its growth even further.'
'I should at least kill these two first.' Krune gazed at the girl from the Xiong Family, expressing his anger. "It seems you're the strongest of them all. I'll kill you first!"
"Try it if you can, old man!" the girl responded and flashed before him, causing the floor behind her to shatter from the force of her movement. Craning her right hand backward, she slammed it into Krune's stomach, intending to pierce it.
At this time, Krune seemed to be targeting her head. But then, all of a sudden, his hand slightly changed directions as the Cloud Whale condensed in his hand, with the Soul Needle already loaded in it. With a grunt, Krune launched it at the Third Young Master of the Biao Family, catching him off guard while he was targeting the remaining guards.
Even though he defended himself on time, the Soul Needle still pierced through his body, beginning to melt him.
Late in defending himself, the Third Young Master from the Biao Family died.
Krune grunted soon after, watching a part of his stomach vanish, possibly from the Xiong Family girl's attack. Coughing out blood, he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. Just when the girl tried to attack his Cloud Whale, Krune retracted it, causing it to vanish.
As air currents enveloped his body, he condensed strength in his body, intending to erupt with one last attack to destroy the girl when suddenly, he was alarmed. "Heuk!"
Krune was unable to move, remaining at the spot in shock, watching the clothes on his body begin to melt, charring his skin, eliciting painful grunts from him.
Getting up, he glared at the ceiling that had been shattered at one point in time. Hovering there was the Demon, accompanying Su Daiyu.
Upon seeing his figure, Krune's eyes widened in shock before tearing up, bellowing loudly, "Damn it!"
That was because.... held in the Demon's hands was the head of Shi Bao, his son.