CHAPTER 267: CHAPTER 267: JIANGHU GRUDGES COME TO AN END

Roar!

Letting out a beast-like mad roar, the man as big as a meatball demonstrated a speed incompatible with his size, turning into an afterimage shooting towards Zhu Haomiao.

Facing the massive figure of the meat mountain pouncing at him from mid-air, a trace of amazement flashed in Zhu Haomiao’s eyes.

Speed, strength, aura all increased dramatically...

Burst Seed?

Or an overdrawn secret technique?

The speculation in his heart flashed and disappeared, Zhu Haomiao unhurriedly turned around gracefully and nimbly dodged the onslaught.

Boom!

Violent strength shredded the afterimage, blasting open a large pit on the ground, with the thick blue bricks shattered, yet it didn’t hurt the target at all.

Flashing to the enemy’s flank, facing the unguarded soft spot, the longsword in the young man’s hand transformed into an icy tusk, stabbing straight at the vital part.

At the last moment, the man swung his hand to deflect the sword edge, then turned again to pounce at Zhu Haomiao.

"Beast! I’ll kill you!!!"

Echoing beside him was the man’s maddened howl. Seeing the bloody deep bone-revealing wound on his hand and his expression twisted without any awareness, Zhu Haomiao’s brow subtly furrowed.

Facing such a desperate fighting technique where life is exchanged for life, the supernatural combat intuition of [Spiritual Rhinoceros] was immediately halved in effect.

Although he still remained in an invincible position and could take him down unscathed if dragged out, considering there was still a monk on the run, Zhu Haomiao made a decision in his heart.

Quick battle and resolution!

Slightly lifting his eyes, a savage blood-red divine light abruptly blossomed in the depths of his pupils.

[Anger]!

Boom!

A fist as big as a casserole was caught steadily by a fair palm, an eye-visible circle of white mist qi force expanded and exploded, the strong Gang Wind swept across even from afar, making the constables’ skin hurt.

While in the center of the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao single-handedly received the enemy’s hate-filled strike, looking at his incredulous blood-red pupils, he expressionlessly raised his sword and slashed.

[Armor Breaking Force·Triumph]

Sss~

The cold longsword carried a layer of light as thin as cicada wings, flashing in mid-air.

The next moment, a fat head spun up into the sky, its wide-open pupils still preserved the grim horror before death.

Boom!

The headless body weighing a few hundred pounds collapsed with a thunderous crash, the spurting blood quickly spreading into a pool on the ground.

Standing beside the corpse, Zhu Haomiao gracefully flicked the longsword, shaking off the blood pearl on the blade, and walked away without looking back.

"Gather the body, see if there are any clues."

Leaving an unhurried instruction, Zhu Haomiao followed the trail of his subordinates, speeding all along, finally finding Yan Yunsheng and the others who intercepted the monk nearby the riverbank.

A dozen constables formed a siege formation, pressing the battlefield, with shimmering knives and fluttering sticks flying up and down, qi forces shooting in all directions, two agile figures dodging and weaving, fighting fiercely.

Seeing that Yan Yunsheng had stabilized the situation, Zhu Haomiao sighed in relief, slowing his pace, approaching the battlefield with his longsword in hand unhurriedly.

On the other side, sensing the strange young man pursuing, the monk grew anxious, only feeling a pressing sense of needles on his back gradually drawing nearer.

Noticing the enemy was distracted, Yan Yunsheng seized the chance, delivering a hefty strike that broke through the overlapping shadows of the stick, leaving a grim cut on the monk’s arm.

In pain, the monk roared, forcing Yan Yunsheng back, holding his bleeding arm, adjusting his stance to face the two strong foes.

Seeing the enemy as a turtle in a jar, Yan Yunsheng sheathed his blade, respectfully cupping his fists to Zhu Haomiao who walked to his side.

"Inspector Li."

"Hmm."

Zhu Haomiao gave him an appreciative glance, nodded with a smile.

From a short half-day of interaction, the young man recognized that Yan Yunsheng was worth nurturing.

Although his current strength was not remarkable, with solid roots and tenacity, with proper cultivation, his future lower limit was at least a mid-level officer.

If his perception and talent were a bit better, his prospects were completely limitless!

More importantly, judging from the Anti-theft Bureau members’ attitude of trust towards him, this guy also possessed high management talent, saving a lot of mental effort for himself.

In the blink of an eye, thoughts swirled seamlessly through Zhu Haomiao’s mind, yet his steps never halted, brushing past Yan Yunsheng, heading towards the warrior monk on high alert.

"Why did you trespass into the Anti-theft Bureau, what is your purpose?"

Hearing the young man’s eerily calm inquiry, the monk sneered.

"Hmph! You court hounds captured my fourth brother, and still ask why? Ridiculous!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao directly looked at Yan Yunsheng: "Who is his fourth brother?"

However, Yan Yunsheng also looked bewildered: "I don’t know."

Seeing this, the monk was silent for a moment, then added.

"My fourth brother is known in Jianghu as [Overlord Blade]! A month ago, he was drinking at Lechang Square and was captured by you court hounds!"

Hearing this, Yan Yunsheng instantly remembered.

"Oh! That’s the [Overlord Blade] with 73 murder cases on his back, wanted by the sea arrest warrant?"

"Hmph! No matter how many my fourth brother killed, it’s all Jianghu vendettas!"

"Jianghu vendettas should be settled within Jianghu, it’s not up to you court hounds to meddle!"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao generally understood the reason, stopping Yan Yunsheng from arguing further, holding the sword as he walked towards the monk.

"Jianghu vendettas?"

"Under heaven, all is the king’s land, along the shore of every land is the king’s subject!"

"You don’t respect the king’s law, are you trying to rebel?"

Contrary to Zhu Haomiao’s expectations, the monk chuckled indifferently.

"What if we do rebel?"

"That old Emperor is useless, what’s wrong with slaying him?"

Hearing such treasonous remarks, Zhu Haomiao was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted.

In a world where transcendental power belongs to individuals, the majesty of royal authority is not as firm as imagined.

Without enough personal strength, even if you are an emperor, you can’t suppress the restlessness beneath.

Since the founding of [Da Zhen], countless emperors have died at the hands of assassins, far exceeding figures one hand can count.

Not to mention those who died inexplicably, foolishly "easily soluble in water"...

Only by amassing one’s strength to [Upper Three Grades], can one barely retain that supreme throne.

This is also the reason martial arts talent is prioritized when selecting an heir to the throne!

Having gained enlightenment, Zhu Haomiao cared not to waste words, holding the sword and briskly walking, his figure gradually accelerating, ultimately turning into an afterimage shooting towards the monk.

Seeing this, the warrior monk on high alert gripped the Zen stick tightly, intending to launch a preemptive strike, but the sword-wielding young man suddenly lifted his gaze, the energy accumulated to the extreme burst forth, his pupils emitted a terrifying divine light, making the monk’s heart and liver crack with fear.

[Anger]

[Storage Explosion·Mountain Destruction]

The blood light spilling from his eyes was stretched into an afterimage by rapid movement, leaving a gradually fading crimson trail in the air, the young man’s figure abruptly vanished from where he stood, subsequently reappearing behind the enemy without warning.

His slightly forward-leaning body slowly straightened, Zhu Haomiao stood with his back to the enemy, gracefully twirling the sword, shedding a drop of blood lingering on the blade tip.

Behind him, the monk maintained the motion of raising his hand to block, his pupils gradually dilating, rigidly turning his head bit by bit.