Your Demon Suppression Division's Badge Doesn't Work

Zhang Kuangfeng saw no one answered, but he wasn't angry.

He tilted his head and spoke to a man beside him, who was as thin as a bamboo pole and wore a sinister smile.

"Wang Er."

"Your subordinate is here," Wang Er replied, bowing.

"Take that old geezer and flay him alive for me."

"One cut at a time, don't let him die too quickly."

A curve appeared at the corner of Zhang Kuangfeng's mouth. "If he can hold out until the very end, I'll let these people go."

"Hahaha!"

"The Great Leader is merciful!"

The bandits around them burst into uproarious laughter, filled with cruelty and mockery.

Everyone knew that no one could survive ten cuts from Wang Er's blade.

Elder Bai's heart sank to the bottom.

He glanced at Bai Fengling, who was so terrified he was losing his soul, and then at Shen Che, whose expression was unreadable.

His mission was to escort the young master back to the manor.

He couldn't let anything happen to the young master.

Elder Bai took two trembling steps forward and cupped his hands in the direction of Zhang Kuangfeng.

"Great Leader, I... I was the one who killed him."

He straightened his back, his voice not loud, but filled with determination.

"I acted alone, and I take full responsibility. I beg the Great Leader to show mercy and not implicate the innocent."

"Grandfather!" Bai Fengling cried out, trying to rush forward.

Elder Bai didn't look back, merely stopping him with a gesture.

He was prepared to sacrifice himself. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, his legs trembled, but he didn't retreat a single step.

"Oh?"

Zhang Kuangfeng raised the eyebrow with the scar, seemingly surprised by this answer.

Wang Er, standing beside him, grinned and dismounted. He drew a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing from his waist and twirled it between his fingers.

"Old geezer, you've got some backbone."

Wang Er approached step by step, the cold glint of the dagger dancing in Elder Bai's cloudy pupils.

Just as Wang Er raised the dagger, preparing to make the first cut on Elder Bai's face.

A calm voice rang out.

"Wait a moment."

Everyone froze, including Zhang Kuangfeng, who had been anticipating the show.

Shen Che leaped down from his horse and walked to the front of Elder Bai.

"I was the one who killed him."

He admitted calmly, looking at Zhang Kuangfeng.

Elder Bai turned back abruptly, his face filled with shock and anxiety.

"Young Master Shen, you..."

Shen Che ignored him, his gaze fixed on Wang Er, who held the dagger.

"The one you're going to flay alive is me."

Wang Er paused for a moment, then his smile turned even more perverse.

"Alright, you've got guts!"

"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll send you on your way first!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved. The dagger in his hand turned into a cold glint, stabbing directly towards Shen Che's shoulder.

He didn't use his full strength with this blow; he wanted to slowly torment this arrogant young man.

However.

The dagger struck Shen Che.

But it made no sound at all.

Not even a single tear appeared in Shen Che's black martial arts attire.

The smile on Wang Er's face froze.

He felt as if his dagger had struck an iron plate wrapped in cotton.

"Damn it!"

Wang Er cursed angrily, thinking he was seeing things.

He took a step back, channeling all his strength, infusing his inner energy into the dagger. He aimed it at Shen Che's chest and thrust fiercely!

With this strike, he used ten-tenths of his power, determined to pierce Shen Che's heart.

A crisp sound of metal clashing echoed.

Under the dead silent gaze of thousands of people.

Wang Er's dagger, sharp enough to slice iron, snapped in half the moment it touched Shen Che's chest.

Half the blade fell powerlessly onto the sand.

Wang Er, holding the broken hilt, was stunned. He looked at Shen Che's unharmed chest, not even a scratch on his skin.

What the hell is this?

What kind of monster is this? He was a martial artist at the peak of Body Tempering.

The surrounding bandits' laughter, like ducks with their necks choked, came to an abrupt halt.

Far away, Zhang Kuangfeng's pupils constricted sharply.

He finally sat up straight.

To withstand a full-power strike from a peak Body Tempering martial artist with his bare body, even breaking the weapon...

This person could not possibly be in the True Meridian Realm.

Primordial Qi Realm!

Only a Primordial Qi Realm martial artist, with True Qi protecting their body and immense physical strength, could possibly achieve this.

"Now, can we talk?"

Shen Che's voice shattered the silence.

He took a step forward, and Wang Er, as if seeing a ghost, scrambled backward.

Shen Che didn't look at him again, instead facing Zhang Kuangfeng directly.

He revealed his trump card.

"I am Shen Che, a Demon Queller Envoy from the Demon Suppression Division of Cangyun City, Great Jing Dynasty."

"Regarding yesterday's events, your subordinate offended first, and I killed him. There were reasons for my actions."

"Let's drop this matter here, how about it?"

Demon Suppression Division.

Zhang Kuangfeng leaned back on his horse, a mocking smile even appearing on his face.

"Demon Suppression Division?"

"What a grand title."

He said slowly, "In Great Jing, your Demon Suppression Division is indeed powerful, and no one dares to provoke you."

"Unfortunately, young man."

Zhang Kuangfeng pointed to the yellow sand beneath his feet, then to the sky above.

"This is the Forgotten Sand Sea."

"A lawless desert."

"Here, your Demon Suppression Division's badge is useless."

"Here, my rules are the rules."

Zhang Kuangfeng abruptly dropped his smile, his fierce demeanor transforming into a chilling killing intent.

He raised a hand, his voice echoing throughout the sand sea.

"Brothers of the Gale Bandit Group, listen up!"

"This brat before us, ignorant of heaven and earth, killed our people and dares to act so arrogantly in front of this Great Leader."

"Cut him down, and I'll reward you with a thousand taels of silver!"

"Take his head, and I'll reward you with ten thousand taels of silver and a promotion of three ranks!"

Ten thousand taels of silver!

These four words were like a bucket of boiling oil thrown into a roaring bonfire.

The breathing of thousands of bandits instantly became heavy.

They no longer saw Shen Che as a person, but as a walking mountain of gold.

Fear?

In the face of ten thousand taels of silver, fear was nothing!

"Kill!!!"

Someone shouted first.

The next second, a roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging shook the very ground.