Wang Hou had read Jiang He's information more than once. How could he not know what Jiang He looked like?
With a sweep of his spirit, he recognized the silhouette that the pangolin had drawn with its spirit … and was left completely stunned.
What the hell.
Jiang He?
When Zhou Yu returned, he had reported Jiang He's condition in detail. Rank-seven advanced was extremely powerful in combat, but a rank-seven advanced could cut down the Black King Drake that was a novice Feral King?
Was that bullsh * t?
Even as Wang Hou blanked out, the Feral Kings began to roar again.
"Hand over the culprit!" the Green King Drake roared.
The other Ferals that had been lurking in the shadows released their auras as well, bellowing, "Hand over the culprit, or we'll fight!"
The Ferals' roars shook the skies.
Wang Hou sneered, his aura abruptly bursting out of his Void-tier cultivation. A violent gale stirred within a thousand-meter radius around him, and upon a closer look, it was not actually a gale, but veins of tiny sword light that left ripples in the air.
"A bunch of trash! How dare you force my hand?"
"How dare you find a random piece of trash to frame a human genius?"
"You want to fight? Well, I'll kill you bunch of trash first! "
Wang Hou extended his hand and slapped out at the rank-eight pangolin from the distance. The Feral shrieked shrilly, asking for help from the Green King Drake through spirit acoustics … and yet, the Green King Drake did not move.
The Green King Drake did not move.
That palm was aimed at the pangolin, and it was very powerful and tyrannical.
He would be hurt if he tried to block it.
Of course, being hurt was a small matter, but Wang Hou could seize the opportunity to kill him.
The pangolin was promptly beaten into a pile of meat paste, and the Feral Kings that had been lurking in the shadows could no longer hide. All of them appeared, though their ferocious auras were much withdrawn.
"Void-tier!"
The Green King Drake's massive eyes tightened and it growled, "Wang Hou, we daemons do not have Void-tier elites. Don't you dare distort the truth!"
Pow!
Even as it spoke, Wang Hou slapped it into the ground with a single palm.
There was a rumble, and the entire mountain forest below shook.
Wang Hou sneered. "Green King Drake, I'll cut you down if you dare to yell at me again."
"…"
The Green Serpent King lay on the ground motionlessly, and the other Beast Kings all retreated a few hundred meters.
Withdrawing his aura, Wang Hou said lightly, "The person that the pangolin outlined with its spirit is only a rank-seven martial artist … How could a rank-seven kill the Black King Drake? Or are you trying to use this opportunity to stir up trouble? "
Although his tone had become a lot calmer, his attitude was even more overbearing than before.
Many of the Beast Kings could even clearly feel a faint murderous intent enveloping their bodies. They felt like they could lose their lives at any moment if they were not careful.
"I don't believe it!"
The Green King Drake, who had been pretending to be dead, roared at first, but his tone softened when he sensed the killing intent. He said meekly, "King Hou, the rules were set by the humans and the daemons. Now that the new king of the daemons, the Black King Drake, has been killed without a sound, you say that the killer is merely a rank-seven? Do you believe it yourself?"
Wang Hou did not answer. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
He was calling Long Mountain Lin.
Marquis received the news as soon as Long Mountain Lin, a top-notch Level Nine expert who had made great contributions to the country, woke up. Marquis even had a call with Long Mountain Lin that lasted more than 10 minutes.
He naturally knew that it was Long Mountain Lin who had awakened Jiang He.
"Minister Wang …"
Long Mountain Lin's voice could be heard from the other end, and Wang Hou cut to the chase. "Where is Jiang He? Help me contact Jiang He and ask him to come out of the city. "
Long Mountain Lin said, "Minister Wang, Jiang He is with me …"
Even as he spoke, he turned to look at Jiang He.
Jiang He, however, quickly waved him off and resolutely said without hesitation, "I'm not going!"
Asking him to leave the city?
Was he dreaming?
He could clearly sense the auras of the many Ferals in the wildlands outside the city even from a hundred meters away. What if he couldn't make it back if he ran out now?
He had heard Wang Hou's words.
"…"
Wang Hou was silent for a moment, clearly hearing Jiang He's words as well. Since he had to maintain his' persona 'with several Feral Kings staring at him, he flatly said, "It's fine. Just come out. With me protecting you, not even the Emperor of Heaven could touch a hair on your head."
Jiang He thought about it, but still felt a little uneasy.
What the hell!!!
You're a rank-seven who dares to cut down Feral Kings. Saying you're bold would be belittling you, but why are you so scared now?
Wang Hou cursed inwardly, but his expression remained impassive as he said, "Come out. I'll send someone to get you."
After hanging up, Wang Hou turned towards Pei Donglai.
Pei Donglai, on the other hand, was confused.
He had been stationed at Jiangnan's military zone, and truth be told, he did not pay much attention to the new elites.
Jiang He?
Was the person outlined by the pangolin called Jiang He?
He took to the air and flew towards Jiangnan City.
Jiangnan.
Outside Hotel Caesar.
Jiang He scowled and was at a loss for words. "Wasn't that Minister Wang, the number one of the Hua Nation? Wasn't he quite tyrannical? He could have just killed the Feral Kings, but he actually had a rank-eight martial arts newbie like me take the risk … "
Long Mountain Lin was speechless.
He could hardly imagine that a rank-eight could be linked to a martial arts newbie?
Jiang He looked utterly displeased as he staggered out of the city, even stopping at the next traffic light and waiting for it to turn red.
Outside the city.
Pei Donglai frowned.
He …
He had waited for over ten minutes.
Reasonably speaking, Jiangnan City was only that big, and ten minutes was enough for a martial arts elite to cross all of Jiangnan City at full speed.
There was no helping it.
He had to take to the skies, spreading his powerful spirit and scanning all of Jiangnan City.
He had just 'seen' the image of the rank-eight pangolin's spirit, which was why he knew what Jiang He looked like. Soon, Pei Donglai found Jiang He.
Right now, Jiang He was hugging a little girl around four years old.
The little girl was crying non-stop and looking for her mother.
The chaos just now had separated her from her mother.
The corner of Pei Donglai's mouth twitched a few times before he landed and cut to the chase, "Jiang He, I'm Pei Donglai of Jiangnan's military district."
"General Pei!"
Delighted, Jiang He exclaimed, "You're a divine-tier elite with powerful spirit. Hurry up and help me find the little girl's mother."
Pei Donglai swept out with his spirit and soon found the little girl's mother, while Jiang He looked envious and said, "You're amazing, General Pei. My spirit range is around eight hundred meters at the moment, and it would take a long time for me to reach your level."
"…"
Pei Donglai had always been a man of few words, but he could not help exclaiming, "How many meters?"
His eyes widened as he stared at Jiang He in disbelief.
Eight hundred meters?
After all, even rank-nine martial artists who had almost perfected their Boundary of Wills would only have a range of five hundred meters. You, a rank-seven martial artist, have a range of eight hundred meters, and you think you're weak?
Hold on …
Rank-seven?
Pei Donglai's gaze twitched again.
What do you mean rank-seven martial artists? Is Wang Hou bullsh * t?
The brat was clearly rank-eight, and his qi and True Qi were so powerful that they far surpassed his peers.
Still, a thought that even he did not quite believe came to mind —
"Could the brat have really killed the Black King Drake?"
Grabbing Jiang He, he took to the skies, and soon landed in the wildlands outside the city.
"So powerful …"
Jiang He was secretly shocked. The feeling that Pei Donglai gave him was more than ten times more dangerous than the Black King Drake, and he would be cut down with a few slashes if they really fought.
Inwardly, he felt a little fortunate.
Fortunately.
The Black King Drake had just ascended as a King Feral yesterday.
He had arrived in time, or he would have been the one dead if the Black King Drake had familiarized itself with its own power and mastered its King Feral abilities.
They landed.
Jiang He turned towards Wang Hou.
Wang Hou appeared to be in his thirties. He was wearing a tunic suit and had a buzz cut, appearing very capable and experienced.
Wang Hou turned towards Jiang He as well.
He could not help blinking once he did.
What the hell!
What was going on?
Rank-eight pinnacle?
Didn't Old Zhou say two days ago that the brat was rank-seven advanced? How many days had it been, and he was already rank-eight pinnacle???
And weren't his qi and True Qi a little too abundant? He gave off the feeling that he was more powerful than the best rank-nines.
Most importantly …
"That faint mystical energy … the brat has grasped the Boundary of Wills?" Wang Hou's heart skipped a beat, but he did not show it on his face. Pointing at Jiang He, he flatly said, "I've brought him. You can see for yourselves if he's a human elite in disguise."
Veins of tyrannical spirit interweaved and swept towards Jiang He at once.
Jiang He clutched a certain spot by reflex …
What the heck?
How was his body being scanned like that different from being stripped naked?
Even a clay figurine would have some anger, let alone the young and hot-blooded Jiang He.
Frowning, he barked angrily, "Everyone, just looking is enough."
Beside him, Wang Hou's spirit stirred.
Ooom.
The veins of spirit energy that shrouded Jiang He's body instantly melted away, and the Feral Kings nearby grunted, their massive bodies shuddering for a moment.
"Rank-eight?"
The Blue King Drake barked angrily, "Do you take us for fools, Wang Hou? How could a mere rank-eight martial artist kill the Black King Drake? "
Boom!
As soon as it finished speaking, Marquis made his move.
He took a step forward, arriving in front of the Blue Wyrm King, and punched the Blue Wyrm King's body.
Wang Hou was no different from an ant compared to the Blue King Drake's thousand-meter body … and yet, the feeling he gave Jiang He was completely different from what he saw with his eyes.
Wang Hou's aura was like a towering divine mountain, immeasurably tall.
It was a single punch.
Blargh!
The Blue King Drake's body was pierced directly, the violent energy instantly destroying all of its lifeforce.
Wang Hou withdrew his fist, and the Blue King Drake collapsed with a rumble.
He coldly said, "I told you not to yell in front of me, but you kept yelling. Do you really think I'm made of mud?"
The other Feral Kings withdrew their auras even more.
One of the Feral Kings tried to put up a brave front, and tried to speak as mildly as possible, "Wang Hou, you've gone too far. Aren't you afraid that we daemons would wage war against you humans after killing the Blue King Drake?"
What the hell!
Jiang He was taken aback.
How many would die if a war really broke out over his killing of the Black King Drake?
Jiang He said meekly, "Well … everyone, could you listen to me?"
Feeling the many gazes directed at him, Jiang He shrunk his neck and clenched his teeth, saying, "I really did kill the Black King Drake … I really didn't know it had ascended as a King at the time …"
"I've heard about the contract or whatever it is you people set."
"A rank-eight like me killing a Feral King isn't breaking the rules, is it?"
At that, Jiang He could not help feeling invigorated. Puffing his chest, he said, "I didn't break the rules, and yet you people sent a bunch of Feral Kings. Are you targeting me?"
That's right.
I didn't break the rules. At most, I found a loophole in the contract.
Either way, your agreement did not say that rank-eights and rank-nines could not kill Feral Kings. At most, you could just send a rank-eight or rank-nine Feral to kill a human divine-tier elite.
If they could really kill a human elite, they would call it even.
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