A Clean Sweep

Martial Arts practitioners at the Organ Refining stage had physiques comparable to Fierce Tigers, along with the keen instincts of wild beasts.

From the moment they entered Huainan, Hu Yong had felt as if someone was secretly watching him. The gaze made his skin crawl.

He first scanned the sky, making sure it wasn't some drone from his own group causing trouble.

Then he checked his surroundings from the corner of his eye. Liu Bei and Yuan Tan occasionally glanced his way, but neither kept staring.

Something was fishy. Hu Yong quickly warned his teammates through his earpiece:

[Something's not right. Everyone, stay sharp!]

Their communications were on around the clock. At his words, everyone immediately put a hand on their weapons and went on alert.

A Hu was even carrying a W95 heavy machine gun, a powerful weapon designed to attack vehicles. The group had brought the parts in separately and assembled it themselves.

With such a fearsome weapon at hand, Hu Yong felt a little more at ease, and the sensation of being watched soon vanished.

But Hu Yong didn't dare let his guard down. He continued forward cautiously, trying to find whoever had been watching them.

He had no idea the watcher was in Shouchun City, fifty kilometers away!

Shouchun City was where Yuan Shu had established his capital after declaring himself emperor, and it was also the target of every warlord's blades.

At that moment, armored soldiers were dragging people all over the city and forcing them up onto the walls. Their cries and wails filled the sky.

And dozens of meters above their heads, three elderly men with the air of immortals sat cross-legged in midair, leisurely sipping tea.

The people below seemed unable to see them at all, each going about their business and