White Tiger Hall.
As the core of the Punishment Department, this building is made entirely of white stone, showing a pale solemnity under the gloomy sky.
There are two huge stone lions at the door, with teeth and claws spread out, and the carvings are exquisite. Their stone eyes seem to be staring at every creature that tries to get close.
It was unusually quiet in front of the White Tiger Hall today.
Those idle people who usually work around the camp and cry and beg for mercy have long been cleared away.
Two rows of elite Captain wearing Flying Fish Robe and carrying Spring Embroidered Saber on their waists were wedged on both sides of the white stone steps like nails.
They pressed the handle of the knife with their hands, put their thumbs on the sword, and leaned forward slightly, as if they were ready to kill at any time.
Everyone's eyes are focused on the end of Long Street.
There, three Daoist shadows were walking slowly towards the dead leaves on the ground.
The man at first was wearing a jailer's uniform that didn't fit him well. The dark black fabric had been washed white, and the cuffs were stained with some dark red Oil Paint that had come from nowhere.
He walked very steadily, and the soles of his boots landed on Bluestone Slab, making an extremely regular clicking sound.
The dark red long sword in the scabbard at the waist swayed lightly with the steps, occasionally hitting the outside of the thigh, making a dull low sound.
He was holding a Coarse Cloth Bundle in his hand.
The lower end of the package was soaked, and the dark red liquid gathered into beads along the texture of the fabric, dripping onto the road, drawing an intermittent blood line.
Half a step behind him, there is a moving Black Iron Tower.
It was a giant man with his upper body naked, his muscles as gnarled as the roots of an old tree, glowing with a bronze metallic sheen.
He was carrying an extremely exaggerated Cast Iron Great Hammer on his shoulders. The hammer head was the size of Water Vat, and it was full of pits and forging marks.
With every step he took, the sledgehammer would make a slight buzzing sound as his shoulders rose and fell, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
On the rear right is an old man with a stooped back. A Boning Knife is inserted diagonally at his waist, and he is holding a Paper Lantern that looks particularly pale at the moment. The flames in the lantern are clearly extinguished, making his old wrinkled face look uncertain.
This trio was extremely weird, but their aura made them look at the hundreds of people in front of them as if they were nothing, making the air in front of the White Tiger Hall freeze for a moment.
"Stop!"
A Captain who looked like Squad Leader took a step forward and shouted sternly, "White Tiger Hall is a big place, and there are many idle people waiting..."
"Get lost."
There is only one word.
But the moment the word was pronounced, his chest swelled slightly, and the Divine Temple inside Lung Palace Divine Treasury, which was made of bones and weapons, shook violently.
Huh--
A white Gold Qi wave visible to the naked eye spurted out from between his mouth and nose. It was not an ordinary airflow, but an extremely condensed Geng Gold Killing Aura, with the sharpness of tearing everything apart, and a shrill scream in the air.
Then Squad Leader felt a white light flash before his eyes, and the hairs on his neck stood up.
Bah.
The Black Gauze Official Hat crown on top of Squad Leader's head, which symbolizes identity, was silently divided into two halves. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even a trace of burrs.
The white Gold Qi wave continued unabated, grazing his scalp and plowing a neat blood groove in the middle of his bun. Finally, it struck the sharp claws of the stone beast behind him, causing a large piece of hard black stone to fly away.
A chill flowed down his scalp into his brain, and Squad Leader's face, which was flushed from the angry shouting, instantly turned pale. He opened his mouth wide, a strange gurgling sound came from his throat, his legs went weak, and he slumped down on the wet steps.
If the air wave were even half an inch lower, it would not be his hat that would be broken, but his Tianling Cap.
The uniform sound of swords being drawn resounded throughout the square. Dozens of Spring Embroidered Sabers were unsheathed, and the cold light merged into one, and murderous intent surged towards the three of them like a tide.
"Fang Mo! Do you want Rebellion!?"
Inside the White Tiger Hall, there was a loud and angry shout.
Immediately afterwards, a big man wearing silver Flying Fish Robe and a full beard strode out. His eyes were like lightning, staring at Fang Mo, who was Lei Heng's confidant, Zhao Hu.
"Rebellion?"
Fang Mo stopped and stood at the foot of the steps, looking up at Zhao Hu who was standing high above.
He casually threw the cloth bag in his hand onto the steps.
Gululu.
Five waistbands soaked in blood rolled out of the cloth bag and stopped right at Zhao Hu's feet.
Those are the five Death Warrior badges from last night.
It has no name, but it is a token of the assassination team that everyone within the Punishment Department knows.
"I am Punishment Department Seventh Squad General Flag Fang Mo. I am here today to report my duties to Commander Lei."
Fang Mo's voice was dull, but it spread throughout the square.
"By the way, I sent back some lost dogs to Commander Lei. These dogs bit people at East City last night and were killed by me. Thinking that Commander Lei loves dogs as much as he lives, I specially sent the dog tags back as a thought."
Zhao Hu looked at the waistband at his feet, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently.
That's a slap in the face.
A naked slap in the face!
In front of so many people, throwing the evidence of the failed assassination in the face of the real owner is no longer a provocation, it is a declaration of war.
"Okay! What a smooth kill!"
Zhao Hu laughed in anger, and pointed the long knife in his hand at Fang Mo.
"No matter what you are here for, breaking into the White Tiger Hall without permission and hurting my comrades is a capital crime! Take it down for me, right and left!"
"Who dares!"
A roar like thunder sounded from behind Fang Mo.
Iron Bull stepped forward and stood in front of Fang Mo. Cast Iron Great Hammer in his hand slammed to the ground.
Boom!!!
With Iron Bull as the center, the floor of Bluestone within a radius of three feet cracked instantly. A violent heat wave mixed with sparks swept away in all directions.
Those Captains who were about to rush forward were hit by the wave of air and staggered around, unable to get close at all.
Organ Refining Realm Peak's physical strength was fully revealed at this moment.
Fang Mo patted Iron Bull on the shoulder and motioned for him to step back.
He stepped out from the crowd and climbed the steps step by step.
With every step he took, his aura increased.
The Lung Metal Divine Power in his body began to operate, and the light of Platinum White flowed under his skin, making him look like a peerless Fierce Weapon being unsheathed.
"Zhao Hu, who do you think you are?"
Fang Mo walked to and stood three steps in front of Zhao Hu, his eyes as cold as ice.
"Let Lei Heng get out."
"You are worthy enough to call me..."
Before Zhao Hu finished speaking, Fang Mo had already moved.
No sword was drawn.
It was just a simple slash of the knife at an angle.
Divine Ability·Ten Thousand Terrors Geng Gold Slash!
Although there is no knife in his hand, the Geng Gold Qi, which has been condensed to the extreme, is sharper than any magical weapon.
Zhao Hu I felt a chill on my neck.
He subconsciously raised his knife to block.
Click!
The Spring Embroidered Saber made by Hundred Refined Steel was as fragile as rotten wood in front of the hand knife of Fang Mo, and was cut into two pieces.
Fang Mo's gestures continued unabated and went straight to Zhao Hu's throat.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a cold snort with supreme majesty came from the depths of the White Tiger Hall.
A majestic Aura surged out from the hall, pressing toward Fang Mo like a mountain.
Lei Heng, Finally I couldn't sit still.