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Da Peng City, inside a certain manor.

Kneeling respectfully before the tea table, Lin Ye, with a respectful expression, listened to Mr. Sang speak calmly from across the rising steam, “Has the Judgement Place made their move?”

Lin Ye set down the teacup and nodded respectfully, “They have acted, but this time they’ve hidden themselves very deeply. Initially, everyone thought that only Xu Tian was the main character, but unexpectedly, it turned out his junior brother is the real protagonist of this operation.”

“Did you find out who it is?”

Lin Ye nodded, “Only know the surname is Zhao, and the background is not clear. It’s said that Xu Tian did not personally go to the scene to oversee; this time he’s mainly responsible for the overall coordination.”

Mr. Sang commented without surprise, “It is their custom to use the elites of the Old Gods Association to train their own elites from the Judgement Place. But I think the examiners include Xu Tian… Whether it’s Black Shark or Silver Art, those are not simple roles. Since Xu Tian has chosen to act today, he must have come prepared with foolproof strategies.”

Lin Ye asked in a low voice, “Does the teacher think tonight’s operation can succeed?”

Mr. Sang spoke indifferently, “If the Judgement Place cannot handle it, we will. Da Peng City does not tolerate any challenge to authority.”

“Understood.” Lin Ye paused momentarily, then got to his feet and said, “I will go prepare immediately.”

In the dull gaze of Shadow Bow, the iron corridor, now sealed by ruins, resembled a silent, slithering monster.

The next second.

“You! Are! Seeking! Death!”

From within the broken walls, the white-haired young man roared furiously, and a fierce surge of energy suddenly appeared on his body. He reached out and grabbed, causing a flash of azure light to explode on the saber, as brilliant as the midday sun. The saber qi was rich and thick, instantly illuminating the human-shaped tunnel smashed through.

This slash was aimed at the fiercely approaching knee of Pei Jinye.

Back in Dragon City, when he faced an expert from the Military Department, that man also pushed forward with physical strength, but ultimately, he was no match for the decisiveness of his Green Dragon Saber, and thanks to that man’s death-defying struggle, he had reached a new level in his saber technique today.

He had made up his mind, and in what followed, he intended to cripple this person’s limbs and then repay all the humiliation he had just experienced.

In an instant!

“Bang!”

The swift knee strike met the blade of the saber.

“You!” The white-haired young man was taken aback.

The expected scene of the saber blade cutting through flesh did not play out as he had imagined.

Instead, it felt as though he was striking a thick block of steel.

The physical strength of this man was simply beyond his comprehension.

Yet, in that very instant, Pei Jinye was right in his face.

Underneath the Ghost Face Mask, his blood energy surged wildly like a fierce god of the human world. His fingers clenched into a fist, causing a blast of air that thundered as it came smashing toward him.

“Swoosh!”

The white-haired young man’s complexion changed drastically as he suddenly parried with his saber.

“Bang!”

The terrifying force struck the saber made of rare alloy, and “crack” it exploded with cracks.

Despite the saber as a buffer, the terrifying force carried by the Breaking the limit technique [Quake] caused the bones in the white-haired young man’s hands, which were holding the saber, to make a cracking sound. A surge of intense pain swept over him, enough to render an ordinary person unconscious.

Yet, despite the overwhelming pain that almost made the white-haired young man dizzy, he could no longer pay attention to it.

In the span of three inches, his spine twisted unbelievably. With the help of this majestic force, his legs aimed to strangle Pei Jinye’s neck.

“Ph-ph-ph-ph!”

In the dark, several triangular military daggers suddenly pierced the white-haired young man’s body.

He widened his eyes in disbelief.

It seemed he hadn’t grasped how those ghostly, rapidly killing triangular military daggers had appeared on his body in an instant.

“Bang!”

The next second.

Pei Jinye’s close-range Iron Fist exploded with speed almost faster than lightning, carrying a fierce Gang Wind, it fiercely bombarded the white-haired young man’s body that was hanging mid-air attempting strangulation.

“Boom!”

The raging waves rose high, carrying rolling dust as they spilled out from the pitch-black broken walls into the outside world.

The white-haired youth’s body was like a balloon that had been pricked, blood spraying everywhere as if a rain of blood had fallen from the sky, his entire figure embedded in the iron wall.

Pei Jinye’s relentless attacks, one after another, with “Breaking the limit level” techniques, so oppressive that the white-haired youth couldn’t even catch his breath. He grabbed the white-haired youth’s limp body and the two indifferent and merciless words seemed to linger eternally by the white-haired youth’s ears.

“Enter Dream.”

Countless memories rushed down like a torrent.

Fragmented memory fragments continuously surfaced, forming picture after picture.

“Zhao Qianfeng, your mission in Da Peng City, you in the shadows, Xu Tian in the light, this is The Great Priest’s test for you two… those who blaspheme against the God shall die by judgment!”

Memory rewinds rapidly in time.

Below the cliff, Zhao Qianfeng had an epiphany with the sword. A bulky man from the Military Department was forced to retreat step by step, and as the blade was about to pierce the throat, a powerful figure intervened.

Zhao Qianfeng smirked, hoisted his sword, and left: “Boring.”

The time rewinds to ten years ago.

On Snake Pit Island, the 15-year-old young Zhao Qianfeng leaned on a Broken Sword, his body covered in blood atop a pile of bones; he grabbed the banner, his face ferocious: “I survived! I! Survived!”

At the age of five, an orphanage run by a wicked old woman welcomed a one-eyed man. She groveled before him, placing Zhao Qianfeng and nine other orphans on a bus, starting a hellish life.

“Above the crown lies the divine right. Beneath the sword lies the judgment!”

Pei Jinye slowly opened his eyes.

Regaining his senses from the vast torrent of memories.

On the attribute panel—

New [Extraordinary Abilities] added: Instrument · Sword.

New techniques added: Green Dragon Sword Art achieved 10%, Close Combat Killing Technique achieved 10%, Mindfulness Condensation Art Beginner 10%;

The half-destroyed ruins were blasted open.

A figure stepped into the smoke and haze.

It was Pei Jinye.

He looked around…

Had the Shadow Bow fled?

The corners of Pei Jinye’s mouth slowly curved into a cold smile.

Do you think you can escape?

He waved his hand.

The saber flew into his hand, then quickly pursued along the trail of blood on the ground.

“Hiss!” Shadow Bow, grimacing in pain, struggled towards the doorway; although the main door was blocked, since the Demon King had managed to break in, it meant there was a way out. Right now, all he wanted was to survive.

He didn’t know if the Demon King would make it, but at least stalling for time was better than nothing. He sure didn’t want to die with that guy.

“Heavenly Calculation, can you hear me?”

“Heavenly Calculation?”

Shadow Bow crawled painfully towards the door while trying to make contact with Heavenly Calculation.

“Sizzle…” The sound of electricity came through, barely conveying a syllable from Heavenly Calculation.

Shadow Bow’s face lit up with joy.

“Heavenly Calculation”

All of a sudden, he swallowed the rest of his words. A chill breeze infiltrated from nowhere, bone-piercingly cold, even causing his crawling movements to stiffen in place.

A voice, calm as still water, arose.

“Shadow Bow of the Old Gods Association, dead at the hands of Zhao Qianfeng of the Judgement Place. What do you think about this end?”

“You” Shadow Bow’s face rapidly shifted colors, his eyes reflecting the figure of someone wearing a Ghost Face Mask.

The figure placed a hand down, and an indifferent voice echoed only in the ears of the two individuals.

“Enter the Dream.”

“Crack!”

Countless memories stormed back again.

“Child, your parents and relatives have all died due to the Federation’s treachery. Haven’t you ever thought about making them pay for their deeds with their own blood….”

“From today on, your code name is Shadow Bow. Follow me to establish an organizational foothold in Da Peng City. And don’t call me instructor, call me Black Shark.”

“Black Shark, why do you insist that I protect this kid, Heavenly Calculation? He’s so weak, why do I have to protect him….”

“Heavenly Calculation, if you dare to secretly trace my location, I’ll kill you.”

In the dispersing dust, Pei Jinye slowly opened his eyes.

He had devoured two Transcendents in succession.

The expenditure was not small.

He rummaged for a Blood Spirit Fruit and swallowed it in one gulp.

While heading towards the hiding place of Heavenly Calculation as remembered, he circulated the “Twelve Lotuses” technique.

His recently dropped Vitality surged once again.

“Shadow Bow, can you hear me? Shadow Bow?” Three kilometers away on a cliff, a young man with a pale face was desperately calling through his headset.

Suddenly, he turned around to look.

“Zhao Qianfeng” stared at him expressionlessly.

The frail and thin young man panicked, and the last thing he left to the world was a loud cry for help into his headset—

“Demon King, save me, Demon King!”

“Enter the Dream!”

The calmness of those two words caused the young man’s pupils, which had suddenly contracted, to lose their luster instantaneously, and everything peaceful as if plunging into endless darkness.

Black Shark kicked open the iron door in front of him and spoke without looking back, “The Federation has indeed done its homework this time. The magnetic field here severely restricts our abilities… We lost contact with Heavenly Calculation, and it’s more likely bad news for Red Rose and the others. Now we still don’t know about Demon King…”

Suddenly, Black Shark swiftly retreated.

The next second.

A series of Sidewinder missiles screamed down.

Fire engulfed an area of tens of meters around.

Ten meters away.

Black Shark knelt on the ground, arms crossed, forming a space barrier that fended off the flames outside, his face turning extremely unsightly as he twisted his head to look back.

Silver Art reacted quicker than him, with his steel plate embedded with dozens of shell fragments, he tossed it aside. His silver curly hair in front of his forehead was somewhat singed, but he ignored it, tilting his head, “What now? They don’t seem willing to let us go.”

Black Shark gritted his teeth, “I remember the back leads to Wangbei Lake, connecting to the Black God River. We need to find a way to break through.”

“And what about Red Rose, Tai Yuan, and Shadow Bow?” Silver Art tilted his head, “What if Demon King just happens to show up?”

“I owe them an apology,” Black Shark replied coldly, then quickly crouched in the corner, prying open the wooden board on the floor with a dagger, grabbing a bunch of wires, and taking out a homemade bomb from his bosom.

Silver Art looked at his back, tilting her head slightly, a strange feeling in her heart.

Turning her head around.

The tips of her fingers flicked away a glint of silver light.

It cut through the second batch of Sidewinder missiles at the waist.

The mid-air explosions resembled fireworks blossoming in the night sky.

Suddenly, she wondered… what would Demon King do if he were here?

“All right… wait for them to come, then blow this place up, and we—,” Black Shark was speaking when he suddenly stopped.

Several figures in full gear emerged from the thick smoke nearby.

“Do you think you still have a chance?”

The leading burly man’s face was cold and unyielding.

Black Shark narrowed his eyes, standing up.

Silver Art beside him became much more serious.

The opposition was strong.

“To think that Mr. Li Wentian, the esteemed chief of the Night Patrol Department, would personally deal with a minor member of the Old Gods Association, I wonder if I should feel honored?” Black Shark’s face was full of mockery.

Li Wentian’s expression remained calm, with a three-foot Green Peak in his hand, “Not having seen you for five years, you’re still desperately fighting for that laughable mission. I’ve seen too many like you suffer at the hands of the Old Gods Association. It’s a pity, you once were the brightest talent of the Federation.”

Black Shark scoffed, “The self-proclaimed righteous Federation, how many conscienceless things have they done behind their citizens’ backs! Don’t you know that?”

Li Wentian’s expression showed no change, “These are the necessary sacrifices for the progress of the era, while you… have betrayed the Federation’s trust and the human conscience.”

“Looks like working as a dog for the artificial intelligence these past years has given you some insights,” Black Shark’s gaze remained calm.

Li Wentian slowly raised his head, his pupils flickering with a cold light.

“You’re beyond redemption. Since that’s the case…”

Suddenly, an alarm sounded from the command post on the front line.

Li Wentian’s eyebrows furrowed.

Seizing the opportunity, Black Shark and Silver Art instantly took action.

The next moment, gunfire erupted!

Xu Tian looked emotionlessly at the Ghost Face Mask in front of him, “Demon King? I’ve long heard of your prestigious name.”

Pei Jinye confronted him unperturbed.

In this moment, on the attribute panel—

[Vitality Value]: 10.4-14.5;

[Stamina]: 9.6-13.5 (average value for a normal person is 1);

[Psychic Power]: 10.2-14.8;

In contrast, above Xu Tian’s head floated the numbers—

[19-19.6]

“This guy got stronger again?”

Pei Jinye slightly furrowed his brow, internally expressing regret.

If the opponent was just a little weaker, even now, amidst being surrounded, he would be willing to take a risk for a quadruple kill.