Hidden Hand

The riot in the city was quickly quelled.

An Jing and Bai Luo patrolled Red Tower City; some rebel martial artists knelt on the spot and were spared, only to be taken into custody by the Mingjing Sect martial artists.

As for those who had sided with the traitors and attempted to flee, they were struck down mid-air by An Jing's sword.

Back in Kanming City, when encountering Divine Treasury combat and attacks from Martial Meridian enemies, An Jing had only been able to choose flight or borrow the power gifted by his elders, requiring many schemes just to escape with his life.

In Linjiang City, when faced with similar Divine Treasury and Martial Meridian leaders commanding armies, he had already been able to trade blows with them head-on; although he couldn't avoid having the citizens evacuate, there were no fundamental losses.

But now, in Red Tower City, An Jing's mere presence was enough to make all enemies retreat or prostrate themselves.

As for the attacking Divine Treasury and Martial Meridian experts? Ha, those who weren't dead had fled.

With the rise of An Jing's strength, the enemies he once had to rack his brains to solve had become nothing more than stray dogs he could casually kill by the roadside.

"I don't remember Uncle-Master Ming Guangchen being such a Heavenly Mechanism Artisan... did he hide it that deep?"

Bai Luo looked at the uniquely styled Sword Box in An Jing's hand, which didn't fit the aesthetic of the Huaixu Realm at all. Unable to conceive that 'this thing came from another world,' he could only attribute it to Ming Guangchen's unique taste: "I have to say, it's really cool. I wonder if I could buy a couple from Brother An to play with..."

An Jing could naturally see Bai