681: Chapter 428: Deadlock 681: Chapter 428: Deadlock The gentle voice, boosted by Origin Qi, echoed through every corner of Huizhou County, reaching the ears of every person within the city.
Cries and shouts filled the sky, and the chaotic, scrambling crowd suddenly fell into a mont of silence.
The vast majority of Huizhou County’s residents were just ordinary folks, toiling from sunrise to sunset for a re pittance.
Before the voice rose, they didn’t even know what had happened in the normally peaceful county.
All they knew was that when they woke up, the sky had changed.
Fire rained down from the sky, bringing endless explosions that devoured their hos, their honest neighbors from just yesterday were blasted into a bloody mist, and the relentless flas spread unabated throughout the city.
And this sudden voice gave them the answer.
Assassination.
An assassination that slaughtered an entire city over the death of one man.
How absurd.
But what was even more tragic was that even though they now knew the truth, they were powerless to change anything.
They couldn’t even muster the energy to resent it before they resud fleeing in desperation for survival.
Praying that they could live through this calamity.
Above the chaotic streets filled with fleeing civilians were two n with tear-streaked iron masks whose calm deanor was completely at odds with the surrounding turmoil.
The two walked leisurely against the panicked crowd, heading toward the central district where flas were raging.
It was none other than Taishiran and the round Zhou, tasked with finding Xu Yuan.
Observing the chaotic crowd, the round Zhou asked with a hint of mirth in his voice,
“The Third Young Master from the Pri Minister’s Mansion actually ca forward on his own.
Could it be an imposter?”
Taishiran, too, observed the crowd, but his voice was much more somber,
“The owner of that voice is indeed Xu Changtian.”
Zhou’s eyes glead with interest as his indifferent gaze swept the chaotic crowd,
“So he steps forward at this ti, is he planning to use his own life to save these commoners?”
“He save these mortals?”
Taishiran glanced at Zhou, “Is that realistic?”
Zhou was montarily at a loss and gently shook his head, “True, even tens or hundreds of thousands of mortals are not worth the life of a single son from the Pri Minister’s Mansion.
His stepping forward must be a last resort.”
Taishiran looked distantly in the direction of the Strange Beast Bureau, his words heavy,
“The Third Young Master must have learned sothing and is planning to use Jing Xuelan to negotiate with us.”
“Jing Xuelan…”
Zhou murmured, his brow frowning slightly beneath the mask as his smile faded, “Are you suggesting his target is Fairy Luo?”
Taishiran glanced at the crazed old man in the sky, “Old Tian has already inford us of our numbers, an assassination by four Mortal Transcendence assassins—he dared to show himself likely because he has a way to convince Fairy Luo to retreat?”
Zhou’s squinted eyes flashed with confusion,
“Even if the Pri Minister’s Mansion had intelligence to understand the relationship between Fairy Luo, Jing Tingxi, and Jing Xuelan, Xu Changtian is faced with Fairy Luo wearing tear-streaked iron masks.
How could he recognize her?”
Taishiran’s voice was as a matter of course, chillingly calm,
“Xu Changtian, as the initiator of the world’s great calamity, naturally has his unique traits.”
Zhou fell silent for a mont and glanced towards the battlefield outside the city, the domain of the Semi-Saint powerhouse,
“Brother Taishi, shall we talk to him now?
Fairy Luo, she…”
“Brother Zhou.” Taishiran interrupted him.
His gaze slowly shifted back, locking onto Zhou’s eyes,
“Do you, really want to negotiate with the initiator of the world’s great calamity?”
“…..” Zhou fell silent.
As a mber of Jiatiange, he was well aware of the aning behind the world’s great calamity.
At any ti, the great calamity was Jiatiange’s target to eradicate with every ans at their disposal.
If they could eliminate the great calamity, let alone the life and death of a re Jing Xuelan, even the elevated Tower Lord himself could face death calmly.
But now, with the future a deep shade of ink,
Would slaying Xu Changtian really restore clarity to the future?
That, Zhou did not know.
However, seeing Taishiran’s expression, it seed that the other had already made a decision.
…
…
…
“Kill him.”
Taishiran’s indifferent voice resonated in the ears of the withered old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman.
At the sa ti, it was also captured by Xu Yuan, who was extending his spiritual perception on the deck.
The instant that Zhou heard this transmission, his heart sank abruptly.
The worst-case scenario had still occurred.
As a talk hero, he was confident that he could engage in a therapeutic dialogue with Luo Bingli using Jing Xuelan’s life as leverage, but the leader of these assassins clearly did not intend to let him speak.
If you aren’t given a chance to talk, then the cards you hold must accompany you into the coffin.
Ruthless and decisive.
In that instant, ti seed to move extrely slowly.
The middle-aged beautiful woman, who had received the order, did not act imdiately; her eyes flickered with hesitation.
By association, she did not wish to see Jing Tingxi’s only daughter die.
And more importantly, it was for Jing Xuelan that Fairy Luo had agreed to participate in this assassination.
If sothing happened to Jing Xuelan, how would she explain it to that woman?
In contrast to the middle-aged beautiful woman’s hesitation, the crazed withered old man’s murky eyes surged with boundless excitent after hearing the command, turning into a shadow that dived toward Xuanying Attic.
The scorching flas surrounding Xuanying Attic started to boil, and at the speed of Mortal Transcendence, it wasn’t sothing Xu Yuan, as he was now, could react to.
Fortunately, soone by his side could.
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