The vehicle rocked, but Fang Yao's hand remained steady as he honed the blade with a whetstone.
His knife had a pitch-black blade that looked incredibly heavy. Yet it bore no inscriptions or patterns, appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary combat knife.
However, the knife radiated an almost imperceptible murderous aura—one that ordinary people could barely sense.
But everyone in the vehicle was a retired Dragon Rider. They had all fought on the Battlefield, with blood staining their hands.
Naturally, they could sense that murderous aura.
Even veterans like them felt a discomfort in their chests when that aura washed over them.
It was clear how intense the murderous aura on the combat knife was. It could not have been cultivated merely by killing one or two people.
Only after Fang Yao sheathed the knife did the murderous aura vanish, allowing many of them to breathe a sigh of relief.
At that moment, Fang Yao received a message. He picked up the radio and gave the driver a new set of coordinates.
They were the coordinates of the Tianjian Squad's current location.
"So, to put it simply, the Tianjian Squad took that Qing Ling to find the Heavenly Ghosts. The Strategic Affairs Department is worried something might happen to them, so they sent us old fellows to protect them in secret."
"Then why not just give the Qing Ling to us? We could find the Heavenly Ghosts ourselves. Wouldn't that save us a lot of trouble?"
That booming voice belonged to his senior, Zheng Chunqiu. Fang Yao knew it without even looking.
After saying that, the short, thin old man sitting beside him, Lin Bingjiang, toyed with a tobacco pipe and said,
"A sword isn't sharp unless it is honed, and skills aren't refined without battle."
"Even a