Chapter 784: Jian Changsheng VS Sun Bumian

Sun Bumian hummed a little tune, walking leisurely under the clear blue sky.

In his left hand, he carried a lion dance head; in his right, he held a registration form. Dressed in a retro black and red Tang suit and sporting a pair of small, round sunglasses, he garnered many double-takes from passersby. He seemed accustomed to the attention, however, and appeared to be deliberating over the last few sections of the registration form.

"Big brother, where did you buy this *daxiji*?"

A little girl, still holding her mother's hand, saw the colorful lion dance head and her eyes filled with curiosity.

"*Daxiji*?" Sun Bumian paused, realizing the girl was referring to the head he was carrying. "Oh, this... I made this myself. You won't find it anywhere else."

Upon hearing this, a misty blur began to gather in the girl's eyes. She stared longingly at the head, her face etched with disappointment.

Seeing this, Sun Bumian smiled. He rubbed his fingertips together in mid-air, and a fragrant candied hawthorn skewer materialized out of nowhere. He offered it to the girl, saying, "However, I can give you this."

This trick of making candied hawthorn appear from thin air immediately captivated the girl's full attention. For a moment, she forgot her sadness about not getting the head. She took the skewer in surprise and gently bit into it.

It was sweet.

"Thank you, big brother!"

"You're welcome," Sun Bumian replied with a cheerful wave, continuing on his way.

However, before he could take a few more steps, a whistling sound of something cutting through the air assailed his ears!

*Whoosh—!!*

Sun Bumian immediately tilted his head. The object grazed his temple and embedded itself directly into a metal traffic light, where it quivered slightly in the air...

Upon seeing the "hidden weapon," Sun Bumian exclaimed in astonishment:

"A crab leg???"

He whipped his head around, only to see a murderous young man charging rapidly towards him!

"You scoundrel!!" Jian Changsheng roared. "Where do you think you're going??!"

"...Oh, great."

Sun Bumian pulled down his small round sunglasses. His expression changed instantly as he recognized the approaching figure, and he immediately turned and bolted without looking back!

Good grief.

Did this person really walk from the Gray Realm to the Tianshu Domain?!

Sun Bumian disliked fighting. Of course, this excluded instances where he was unilaterally beating others... Since the man was furiously running towards him, clearly seeking revenge, Sun Bumian naturally chose to flee. With two steps taken in mid-air, he seemed to walk on clouds, soaring upwards and covering a great distance in the blink of an eye.

"Is that guy Redheart's footwork?"

Jian Changsheng recognized the Cloud Steps instantly, knowing he wouldn't catch up by foot. He simply bit his finger, using a drop of blood for instant teleportation!

Their chase, which began on the main road, transformed directly into a "magical duel." This spectacle attracted the attention of numerous passersby, who watched in awe as the two figures ascended into the sky, becoming two distant specks.

Sun Bumian glanced back, seeing the man approaching him while bleeding profusely. His mouth twitched slightly:

"Isn't this a bit much, brother? Do we really have such a deep grudge?"

"Less talk!" Jian Changsheng gnashed his teeth. "I told you, the next time I see you, I'm going to stomp your head in!!"

Sun Bumian sighed helplessly. "Then don't blame me for being impolite."

Before his words finished, his body abruptly twisted in mid-air!

His small round sunglasses slid down his nose slightly, and concentric rings appeared in his pupils... The next moment, the hair at his temples seemed to ripple like colorful ink flames, and a hot, sacred aura emanated into the air!

He looked down at Jian Changsheng, who was flickering like a bloody shadow below, then raised his foot and suddenly brought it down!!

*Boom—!!*

In the void, the immense phantom of the lion dance appeared once more. A colossal foot, large enough to obscure the sky, pressed down like a mountain directly above Jian Changsheng's head. Four golden, gleaming characters were inscribed on the lion's palm:

—Auspicious and Prosperous.

The four dazzling golden characters burned like a scorching sun. The immense lion's foot smashed down from the heavens, but this time, it failed to hit anything, leaving only a sweeping hurricane that ravaged the streets of Tianshu City below...

"...Huh?" Sun Bumian raised an eyebrow in surprise. Almost simultaneously, a figure appeared above him like a phantom!

"If I hadn't been carrying that guy last time... did you really think I couldn't dodge it?"

An ancient murderous aura emanated from Jian Changsheng's eyes. He spoke calmly, simultaneously pressing his thumb against his index fingertip, as if to flick away dust, and tensed it powerfully towards Sun Bumian below!

A sound of ethereal thunder resonated at that instant. Jian Changsheng's bulging-veined finger, like a bowstring drawn to its maximum, suddenly snapped forward!

Asura Path, Third Stage — Thunder Grip Finger.

*Crack—!!*

Crimson lightning instantly flashed in the sky behind Jian Changsheng, weaving into a grotesque spiderweb. The power, compressed to its limit, exploded exponentially as the finger flicked out, causing the air to twist and shriek with a sharp crack, shattering most of the lion's foot!

Under this terrifying force, Sun Bumian, still holding the lion dance head with one hand, plummeted to the ground like a meteorite. The concentric rings in his pupils behind his small round sunglasses stared up at Jian Changsheng in mid-air, filled with immense surprise.

With a dull thud, dust billowed up from the ground.

Jian Changsheng then landed back on the ground. After a cold snort, he walked directly towards the shattered crater... But the next moment, he suddenly froze in place.

"...Where is he?" Jian Changsheng's brow furrowed abruptly as he stared at the empty crater.

The roaring sound of a train rumbled nearby. Jian Changsheng seemed to sense something and whipped his head around to look.

Carriages of a train were speeding along the tracks, and standing seemingly weightless on the overhead cables of the train was a young man in a Tang suit, gently pushing up the small round sunglasses on his nose.

"...Familiar murderous aura," Sun Bumian murmured to himself. "I feel like... I've seen it in a dream before?"

"He's barely hurt?"

Seeing Sun Bumian's nonchalant demeanor, Jian Changsheng's frown deepened. After taking a deep breath, as if making a firm decision, he picked up a sharp iron rod from the roadside, gripping it in reverse and pointing it at his own body.

"In that case, I'll have to use my Domai—"

*Buzz—!!*

Before the final word "domain" could be uttered, Sun Bumian lightly snapped his fingers. A flaming lion dance figure swooped out from the side, clamping onto Jian Changsheng's body like a cat seizing a grasshopper, and slammed him straight into the top floor of a luxurious and grand hotel!

"You really shouldn't use such dangerous things," Sun Bumian's lips curved upward slightly. "Violent maniacs should go deal with other violent maniacs..."

At this moment,

On the hotel's top floor.

Outside the window, a lion dance figure violently shook its head, smashing a figure directly through the glass and tossing him into an empty room that resembled a conference hall.

Jian Changsheng tumbled several times on the floor before finally regaining his balance. Before he could curse Sun Bumian for his lack of martial ethics, tall dark figures surrounded him from all directions...

"Who are you?"

More than a dozen powerful, divine presences abruptly surged from the surroundings!!