He Liang's Greed

He Liang's face immediately darkened, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Kid, I'm giving you the nerve to call me 'little brother,' and you really think you're someone important."

Are you perhaps unaware of the current situation?

If I wanted to kill you, it would be as simple as waving my hand and crushing an ant.

Kid, I'll give you one more chance. Be a good boy and hand over the treasure, then acknowledge me as your master.

Otherwise, this Soul Burial Abyss will be your final resting place!

Hua Qiang's face darkened. If he could still smile after being insulted like that, he would be heartless and shameless!

This person not only wants to steal the treasure I obtained, but also wants to enslave me and make me acknowledge him as my master. Who on earth gave him the courage?

"You're asking for it!"

"Damn it! I originally wanted to give you a way out, but you didn't appreciate it. So, just die!"

He Liang raised his hand and slapped Hua Qiang. The next moment, Hua Qiang's face stiffened, then turned deathly pale, and his eyes revealed a look of terror.

He slapped out a palm at Hua Qiang, but Hua Qiang grabbed it and struggled several times but couldn't break free.

"You, you let go!"

Hua Qiang stared at him coldly, then with a slight increase in force, snapped his hand in one blow.

Then press down randomly.

"Ah--"

He Liang let out a scream and involuntarily knelt on the ground.

"You... you dared to break my hand, you bastard! I'll kill you!"

At this moment, he was on the verge of collapse. He, a dignified Silver Inspector and True Immortal Realm at the seventh level, had his hand broken by a piece of trash and was even forced to kneel before him.

At that moment, he felt extremely humiliated, and a raging fire surged within him, almost setting him on fire.

"Ah! Die!"

A Longsword appeared in his hand, and Ground Spikes fiercely into Hua Qiang's abdomen.

The sword tip had already pierced Hua Qiang's body and was about to pierce him through.

A twisted, intense pleasure spread across He Liang's face. He seemed to hear the sound of a sword tip piercing Hua Qiang's skin, and then a gaping hole being ripped open in his stomach...

Then, his eyes widened in First Elder as he stared at the scene before him.

This weapon, which had been with him for decades and had killed countless monsters and enemies, couldn't even pierce Hua Qiang's skin.

He felt as if the sword in his hand was piercing a wall of copper and iron, and the hardness of this wall made him feel a sense of despair.

"Who... who are you? How could you possibly withstand my precious sword? Are you wearing some kind of armor?"

Hehe!

Hua Qiang sneered twice, looking at He Liang as if he were a clown.

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Considering you helped me before, I'll let you call in reinforcements!"

"You said it yourself!"

A glint of light flashed in He Liang, and then he took out a piece of jade and shouted something at it.

"I am He Liang, the Silver Inspector. My location is Soul Burial Abyss, coordinates: (125, 76). Help!"

Then He Liang suddenly squeezed the jade stone and crushed it. The next moment, a sound shot into the sky and spread in all directions.

"... I am He Liang, the Silver Inspector. My location is in the Soul Burial Abyss, coordinates: (125, 76). Help!"

Then a fiery red bead appeared in the sky, exploded, and turned into an extremely dazzling firework that could be seen even from a great distance.

"Hehehe, kid, I'll be here soon, and then you'll be dead without a burial place!"

Hua Qiang remained noncommittal, and even the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He wanted to see what kind of helpers He Liang could find and what kind of abilities they had.

Deep within the sea of clouds, thick fog clung to the small spaceship like cotton wool.

The cabin was bathed in a cold, eerie blue light, and two figures behind silver masks stood solemnly like sculptures.

Zhao Guqiong's slender fingers suddenly gripped the porthole, and rapid breathing came from behind her metal mask. "Bian Zhuang, three o'clock!"

Dark red fireworks exploded in the fog, like a drop of scalding blood seeping into cold silk.

That was a distress signal unique to the Inspection Department; each trajectory contained the coordinates of the person in distress.

Bian Zhuang slammed his hand heavily on the control panel, and the spaceship suddenly accelerated, its engines emitting a sharp roar, tearing a silvery trail through the mist.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away in the Cangwu Mountain Range, three figures moved like ghosts between cliffs.

The leader with the silver mask suddenly raised his hand, and his subordinates with the bronze mask stopped in their tracks instantly.

Their gazes simultaneously locked onto the sky—the moment that crimson firework pierced the clouds, the Token at the waists of the three men trembled at the same time.

"It's He Liang!" The hoarse voice of the man in the silver mask carried an barely perceptible anxiety.

"Abandon tracking, activate emergency response!"

Before the words were even finished, the three of them leaped into the air, the compass in the bronze masked man's hand spinning rapidly, guiding them as they sped toward the direction where the fireworks were blooming.

Meanwhile, in the more distant wilderness, the two groups of people changed direction almost simultaneously.

The most eye-catching figure was the tall man wearing Gilded Mask.

He was surrounded by a faint golden aura, and the long whip in his hand lashed out, scooping up gravel and carving deep furrows in the ground.

"Notify everyone, full speed ahead!"

His voice carried an undeniable pressure, and his followers immediately formed a battle formation, disappearing into the end of the wasteland like arrows released from a bow.

The ironclad rules of the Nine Heavens Inspection Department resonated in their minds.

Colleagues are like brothers; rescuing them is a matter of life and death!

Regardless of the specific mission being carried out at any given moment, that crimson firework represents the highest level of command.

Swoosh—

A long, sharp sound tore through the air.

He Liang, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly began to tremble violently, his eyes filled with joy and fervor.

The symbols flowing across the surface of the silver spaceship that arrived were the unique tracking marks of the Inspection Department.

The airflow generated by the hovering spaceship swirled up the debris on the ground, and Bian Zhuang and Zhao Guqiong swooped down like two unsheathed swords.

Bian Zhuang's gilded broadsword, imbued with the force of thunder, slashed toward Hua Qiang's face, the Eighteen Constellations engraved on the blade gleaming eerily in the night.

Zhao Guqiong's Longsword, like a snake spitting its tongue, drew a silver-blue trail in the air with the sword Sword Qi condensed at its tip, aiming straight for Hua Qiang's vital point.

A cold glint flashed in Hua Qiang's lowered eyes, and his wide sleeves moved without any wind.

He casually swung out a palm, seemingly slowly, but precisely hitting the weakness in the two men's moves.

Bian Zhuang's broadsword froze three inches from his forehead, while Zhao Guqiong's sword tip could not advance an inch.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful palm strike erupted like a raging storm, shattering the masks of the two men and revealing their unbelievably pale faces.

The cracking sounds of bones breaking echoed as they were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing into rocks dozens of feet away and spraying blood everywhere.

The stench of blood had not yet dissipated when the sound of something cutting through the air rang out again.

A man in a silver mask, accompanied by two subordinates in bronze masks, approached in a triangular formation. The weapons in the hands of the three men gleamed with a poisonous, eerie green.

"Court death."

Hua Qiang sneered and his figure moved like a ghost.

Where his palm swept across, the air crackled with a piercing sound, and the silver-masked man's weapon shattered inch by inch before it even touched the hem of his clothes.

Before the three pursuers could even utter a scream, the seemingly effortless palm strike shattered their meridians, sending their twisted bodies crashing heavily to the sides of He Liang and his companions.

"You bastard, attacking my people in the Inspection Department? Are you tired of living?"

A rapid whooshing sound came from afar, and as the sound subsided, a man in a Golden Mask arrived at the scene with a group of his men.