Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

While the Fist God was roaring, everybody's face was as frozen as the steam bullets and time.

They could clearly see that circular waves were spreading out from the roars and hitting the steam bullets one after another.

The bombardment of every soundwave slightly deviated the direction of the bullets.

When the last sonic wave burst out, the steam bullets had completely lost their precise trajectory and turned into drunken headless flies.

Time began to flow again.

The steam bullets brushed past High Priest Luo Tian and flew into the sky in a zigzagging trajectory, passing through the temple of fists and landing somewhere else.

"Ah…"

The zealots of the Mechanical and Steam Sect all sighed in disappointment and desperation.

"Ah!"

But the Iron Fist Legion and the believers of the Fist God were overjoyed, their fighting will soaring.

High Priest Luo Tian was still emotionless. He floated in midair and looked at Luo Xinglong on the steam cannon coldly.

His cold eyes seemed to be staring at a dead body, not caring about his last struggle at all.

"This, this…"

Luo Xinglong was frustrated, ashamed, and furious.

Like a wounded bull, his eyes were bloodshot. He pulled the lever and pressed the pressure of the steam cannon.

In order to refill the high-pressure steam as quickly as possible, he had squeezed every mechanical component of the iron beast to the limit.

The pointer on the dashboard was waving crazily like the arm of a lunatic. The gears, the hinges, the tubes, the balls of steam… Every mechanical component was squeaking and shivering. The steam that leaked out because of the lack of sealing was screaming hysterically.

The skin all over Luo Xinglong's body was burnt by the scorching steam, resulting in a series of shocking blisters. Even the bystanders could not help but feel sorry for him.

But he seemed to feel no pain. He gritted his teeth and loaded the second cannonball. He locked the valve, increased the pressure, aimed, and pulled the rope a second time.

BOOM!

Gus and Grey had just gotten up when they were overturned by the steam again.

Driven by the high-pressure steam, the second bullet broke out of the barrel and flew toward the high priest.

It was a pity that Luo Xinglong was too hasty. The pressure imposed by the steam bullet was not enough. Not only was it too slow, its trajectory was also unsteady. When it reached in front of High Priest Luo Tian, it was already on the verge of collapse.

High Priest Luo Tian punched a second time unhurriedly.

The punch was aimed at the steam bullet.

The tip of his fist formed a swirl again, which swallowed the steam bullet completely. The blast of the steam bullet was offset by hundreds of revolutions. Instead, the steam bullet was controlled and pushed back toward the cannon!

Everyone's eyes were wide open.

He thought that the steam bullets would smash the cannon into pieces.

Even Luo Xinglong could not help but shrink his neck.

It was not until then that the steam bullet brushed past his head and flew half a meter above the steam cannon.

But it was like a hungry iron beast had smashed a bloody pathway through the fanatics behind the steam cannons.

All the fanatics who were scratched by the steam bullets were either killed or seriously injured.

Even Gus and Grey were touched by the hot blood of the zealots. They could not help but click their tongues in admiration of the daunting capability of the high priest.

No wonder his uncle Lei Lie respected the high priest so much.

His arms were like the barrels of two giant cannons!

I wonder, can the weapons I retrieved from 'Hell' deal with High Priest Luo Tian?

Gus thought of something.

He still considered the Star Glory Federation, the Imperium of True Human Beings, and the Holy Accord Alliance to be hell.

Judging from the scenes when he was training in hell, he felt that it should be fine.

With the equipment that Lu Qingchen had given him, even if he could not kill the high priest of Heavenly Saints City, he could at least burn him into ashes and blow him into pieces. The prestige of the Fist God Hall would be entirely gone.

But he didn't know why Lu Qingchen had been silent and unwilling to use the 'weapon of hell' again.

Weird. Didn't Lu Qingchen want the world to be in chaos? Wasn't this the best opportunity?

As long as he, the 'Holy Son', could defeat High Priest Luotian, the belief of the Iron Fist Legion and the thousands of believers of the Fist God would collapse.

On the other hand, the machines and the Church of Steam would certainly march forward fearlessly. Chances were that they would be able to take down Qianyuan City!

Gus' suspicion was interrupted by Luo Xinglong's desperate roar.

He saw that the few joysticks on the steam cannon had been pushed to the bottom by him. The steam that was surging out like a volcanic eruption made him as red as a lobster. When he stuffed the third bullet into the barrel of the cannon, he stabbed his entire arm into the barrel without caring about how hot the barrel was. No matter how his skin and flesh touched the barrel, earsplitting noises resembling roasted meat were echoing nonstop.

At this moment, Luo Xinglong's face turned extremely hideous, as if he were the incarnation of mechanical demons and steam demons.

The steam cannon started shaking violently. The steam ball and the high-pressure chamber were like mature devil eggs. The devil inside was about to break out.

Having learned his lesson from the lack of strength of the second steam cannonball, this time, Luo Xinglong exerted twice the maximum pressure.

High Priest Luo Tian was still standing in midair with his hands behind his back, watching emotionlessly. He did not intend to interrupt Luo Xinglong at all.

The greatest contempt was contempt. He demonstrated the weakness of the false gods and the strength of the true gods to all the believers on both sides and the citizens of the city in such a casual way.

"Long live the God of Steam!"

Finally, Luo Xinglong pressed the steam cannon to the point that it was jumping.

His face and voice were completely twisted. He roared crazily, "Go to hell, Fist God!"

"Run now!"

Lu Qingchen's voice suddenly echoed inside his brain.

Before he realized what was going on, a numbing electric current came from the depths of his nerves. His limbs were dancing beyond his control. He dragged his sister to the back of the fanatics at an unbelievable speed.

Every muscle of his was wriggling rhythmically, making him look like a loach. In a breath, he brought his sister to the back of dozens of fanatics.

At this moment, Luo Xinglong pulled the rope on the steam cannon for the third time.

BOOM!

The earthshaking thunder was ten times louder than the previous two noises.

It was a pity that the sound came not from the barrel but from the steam ball and the high-pressure chamber behind it.

The barrel of the steam cannon exploded!

When High Priest Luo Tian punched out the first two times, the invisible edge of the fist had already drilled into the barrel of the steam cannon along the trajectory of the cannonball, affecting the density of the complicated tubes and mechanical structures behind the barrel.

The interval between the three consecutive shots was too short. The high temperature also slightly deformed many mechanical parts.

In addition, Luo Xinglong poured in twice the maximum pressure like a madman.

How could he not be punished by the Devil of Steam?