Demanding Accountability? Han Feng Subdued in Rage!

"That's right. Who are you?"

Jiang Bei's pupils contracted slightly as he asked.

"I serve Lord Han Feng of Qingzhou Camp! Lord Han orders you to return to Ren-Rank Camp at once to see him!"

the man said in a deep voice.

"Han Feng? The reinforcements sent by Qingzhou Camp? When did you arrive?"

Jiang Bei's expression changed slightly as he pressed for answers.

"Today. Why?"

the man replied casually.

Jiang Bei's expression darkened, his heart filled with doubt.

If Han Feng and his men had arrived at Ren-Rank Camp today, then by all rights, they should have had ample time to support Wanhua County.

But why had they done nothing at all?

Jiang Bei did not dwell on it further and returned to Ren-Rank Camp with the man.

He wanted to see just what Han Feng wanted with him!

Before long, Jiang Bei arrived at Ren-Rank Camp.

Logically, after the battle in Wanhua County, which had frightened many petty troublemakers into keeping their heads down and eased the pressure, the atmosphere in the military camp should have been relatively relaxed.

Yet the moment he stepped inside, he sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat grave.

The air carried an ominous feeling.

"Zheng Feng! Get him in here!!"

At that moment, an angry roar came from Jiang Qingfeng's command tent deep within the camp.

It seemed someone had already sensed their arrival.

"Lord Han orders you to proceed to the tent immediately!"

The man named Zheng Feng turned and said to Jiang Bei.

At those words, a cold glint flashed through Jiang Bei's eyes.

Han Feng's attitude was far too rude. Even if he had arrived with orders to take over Ren-Rank Camp, he should not have acted this way!

Jiang Qingfeng had never treated him like this before!

Jiang Bei strode forward and headed straight into Jiang Qingfeng's tent.

Inside, the tent was brightly lit, yet an oppressive chill permeated the air.

Seated in the place of honor was a man clad in gleaming, exquisitely crafted armor. He had handsome features, but frost filled his brows and eyes.

Several personal guards in equally imposing attire stood at his side, their hawk-sharp gazes all falling upon Jiang Bei as he entered the tent.

This man was Han Feng, one of the reinforcements from Qingzhou Camp and the younger brother of Han Qixian, one of the Four Great Generals.

"Lord Jiang!"

Wang Meng and Xiong Hai were also in the tent. At the sight of Jiang Bei, they could not help speaking up, but under the warning stares of Han Feng's guards, their voices gradually faded.

Before this group, even these two squad leaders seemed incomparably insignificant.

"Jiang Bei?"

Han Feng's voice was hard and cold, without the slightest courtesy.

"That's me."

Jiang Bei nodded, his voice steady.

His gaze met Han Feng's calmly, without retreating in the slightest.

He could clearly sense the force emanating from Han Feng, far surpassing that of an ordinary Seventh Rank Great Training martial artist. It was the aura of a Sixth Rank Lesser Training martial artist, the same rank as himself.

At the same time, an arrogance born of high status seemed to seep from Han Feng's very bones.

Bang!

Han Feng suddenly slammed his palm onto the desk. The solid wood gave a dull boom, and the atmosphere in the tent turned even colder.

He leaned forward, his eyes locking tightly onto Jiang Bei. The suppressed rage in his gaze was on the verge of erupting. "Do you know what monstrous crime you committed in Kaihua County today?!"

Jiang Bei's brows suddenly drew together. Perplexed, he said, "May I ask, Lord Han, what crime have I committed? I, Jiang Bei, acted under orders from Ren-Rank Camp to kill the Myriad Souls Cult fiends who massacred civilians and harmed their fellow soldiers, saving the people from dire peril. What crime is there in that?"

"What crime?"

Han Feng let out a sneer, his smile full of mockery and impatience. "Idiot! You ruined my grand plan! Do you know that I deliberately let those Myriad Souls Cult members in as 'bait'?!"

These words struck like a bolt from the blue!

Jiang Bei's pupils shrank sharply, and even his breathing halted! An icy chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head!

He understood instantly—why several Seventh Rank Myriad Souls Cult experts had been able to enter Kaihua County without warning, and why the experts from Qingzhou Camp responsible for surveillance had "just happened" to give no warning!

"You... what did you say?"

Jiang Bei's voice was terrifyingly low, each word seeming to squeeze through clenched teeth.

"Hmph!"

Han Feng rose to his feet and looked down at Jiang Bei from above, his expression carrying the fury of someone who had everything under control only to have it disrupted by an unexpected twist. He continued, "Those few seventh-rank cultists, including the scraps you killed in the city, were nothing more than bait I set out! Their cult leader—Myriad Souls Ancestor—was the real big fish!"

"This brute is as cunning as a fox, with unfathomable strength. He has entrenched himself beyond the border for years, cultivating by draining living souls and bringing endless calamity! Qingzhou Camp had been watching him for months and laying preparations for a long time! He has a habit: before personally arriving anywhere, he always sends capable trusted subordinates ahead to scout the place, establish a foothold, and confirm that it is safe before entering the pass himself!"

At this point, Han Feng's voice suddenly rose, filled with venomous resentment and hatred at seeing his efforts come to nothing. "Kaihua County! That was the cage I set for him! Once several of his trusted men had settled there safely, Myriad Souls Ancestor would personally enter the pass within two days at most to harvest souls! Then, I could wait for the hare by the tree and capture him in one stroke, eliminate a great menace, earn a heaven-shaking merit, and seize his soul body to vastly strengthen my soul power!"

He abruptly pointed at Jiang Bei, his fingertip nearly poking Jiang Bei in the nose as he roared, "But you!! You fool! You ignorant brute! You actually dared act on your own and slaughter every last one of my baits ahead of time! You startled the snake in the grass! By now, Myriad Souls Ancestor must have already retreated to that filthy hidden den. Trying to lure him out again will be harder than climbing to heaven! Months of my painstaking effort, ruined in a single day! All because your hands couldn't stay still for one moment! What crime should you be charged with?! Tell me! What crime should you be charged with?!"

Boom—!

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Han Feng's words crashed through the entire command tent like thunder.

Han Feng's personal guards showed no change in expression, but Wang Meng, Xiong Hai, and the others were utterly shaken. Their faces flushed red with extreme fury!

So that was it! None of this had been a coincidence!

They had personally led men to deal with the aftermath at Kaihua County.

The mummified corpses strewn across the ground, the heaps of bodies piled from commoners and comrades whose souls had been drained dry! Those agonized, despairing eyes before death!

Battalion Commander Li Rui, Squad Leader Zhang Feng, and the tragic deaths of countless soldiers...

None of it had been due to Ren-Rank Camp's incompetence, nor had it been because of missing intelligence!

It had all been tacitly permitted—perhaps even deliberately orchestrated—by this very Han Feng, all for his so-called "heaven-shaking merit," all to hook that "big fish"!

Countless lives had been nothing more than bait in his scheme!

Countless families had been torn apart, countless soldiers had died wrapped in horsehide, yet in Han Feng's eyes, they were merely chips he could sacrifice and discard at will in exchange for personal achievements! Worthless lives not worth mentioning!

And now that Lord Jiang had killed every last member of the Myriad Souls Cult, Han Feng actually came here to demand an explanation. It was utterly absurd!!

"For your own selfish desires... for your so-called merit..."

Jiang Bei's voice was incomparably low and carried a chilling cold. Every word trembled, and his body shook slightly as well.

Yet everyone could see that this was not fear, but rage brought to its absolute limit!

He slowly raised his head. The killing intent churning in his eyes was nearly tangible, warping the very air inside the command tent!

"You... dared use the lives of the common people of our two prefectures, the lives of my comrades in Ren-Rank Camp, as bait?!"

An earth-shaking roar erupted alongside terrifying, tangible killing intent, and the entire command tent trembled with it!

"Shut your mouth!" Seeing Jiang Bei like this only made Han Feng angrier. "A few lowly commoners and low-rank soldiers being able to contribute to killing a fiend like Myriad Souls Ancestor is their blessing and fortune! This general's plan concerns matters of great importance. How could I allow you—"

Before he could finish, his words froze in his throat!

Jiang Bei moved!

Without the slightest warning! Without a trace of hesitation! He was as fast as Benlei, carrying the force of a collapsing sky!

This was no longer the fury he had displayed toward the Myriad Souls Cult. It was an ice-cold, absolute intent to kill that made everyone present shudder in terror!

"Beast! Die for me—!!"

Jiang Bei's figure vanished from where he stood in an instant! The terrifying speed of Sixth Rank Lesser Training erupted to its utmost limit! His left hand shot out like lightning, clawing straight for Han Feng's face! The claw tore through the air, and the force it carried let out a piercing shriek!

"Impudence!!"

The several personal guards beside Han Feng were the first to react. They all rushed out to intercept Jiang Bei, their seventh-rank strength fully unleashed!

"Get lost!!"

Yet Jiang Bei merely let out a furious roar, blasting them backward until they coughed up blood, their faces turning pale.

"You're courting death!"

Though startled, Han Feng did not panic. A savage glint burst into his eyes. "This general has been ordered to take over Ren-Rank Camp, yet you dare lay hands on this general? Today, I shall cleanse Qingzhou Camp of its filth!"

He reacted with astonishing speed as silver protective aura erupted around him!

Frost aura gathered in his left hand, which struck out like a massive icy palm, attempting to block and freeze Jiang Bei's arm!

At the same time, his right hand instantly drew the sharp longsword at his waist. Sword light flashed, and an incomparably condensed frigid sword aura shot forth like a venomous snake flicking out its tongue, stabbing straight toward Jiang Bei's heart!

Fast! Ruthless! Vicious!

Every one of Han Feng's techniques was fierce and terrifying—things the people of Ren-Rank Camp had never witnessed before!

However—

Clang—Crack!

A teeth-grating sound of shattering metal and exploding bones rang out almost at the same time!

The thick frost aura covering Han Feng's left palm, enough to freeze steel solid, shattered like fragile glass the instant it touched Jiang Bei's arm!

Jiang Bei's arm, covered in pale golden dragon-scale patterns and carrying unstoppable dragon-elephant strength, ignored the invading frost completely and pierced through Han Feng's defenses with flawless precision!

Under Han Feng's disbelieving gaze, his pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints, that large hand easily clamped around his sword-wielding right wrist as if tearing through flimsy paper!

"What? This strength... Sixth Rank?!"

The ferocious grin on Han Feng's face instantly turned into boundless horror!

He had originally thought Jiang Bei was merely an ordinary Seventh Rank Great Training. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Jiang Bei to be a Sixth Rank Lesser Training like himself! And even stronger than him!

He was hailed as one of Qingzhou Camp's foremost geniuses, yet it had still taken him more than thirty years to reach this point!

But Jiang Bei, standing before him, was not even twenty!!

How, how was this possible?!

"A few lowly people?! A blessing and fortune?! Go to hell!"

Jiang Bei's roar shook the roof of the tent, making it tremble violently.

He gave Han Feng no chance to react or defend himself! His right knee, containing the immense force of a Sixth Rank Lesser Training, slammed like a siege hammer into Han Feng's caved-in lower back, carrying a heavy blast of wind pressure!

Crack—Pfft!

A scalp-numbing explosion rang out as his spine snapped!

Han Feng's protective aura shattered instantly like an eggshell!

His armor, as hard as rock, burst apart at once. The spine within was pulverized inch by inch beneath that inhuman force!

His entire body became like a tattered sack that had suddenly been stripped of every bone, his waist folding grotesquely upward as he opened his mouth and spewed a torrent of blood mixed with chunks of internal organs!

All the arrogance and fury in his eyes instantly transformed into boundless terror!