The Provincial Capital's Special Envoy Went Green in the Face-And Still Wanted to Steal the Credit?

By the time the news reached the city wall, the binoculars slipped from Qian Peng's hand and hit the ground.

"What did you say?"

The messenger's voice trembled. "Reporting to the Special Envoy! Sergeant Major Lin sent word over the radio. All four Martial King-level Exotic Beasts inside the B-Rank Rift have been killed. He requests that the follow-up forces enter and clear out the remaining threats!"

Qian Peng stood stunned for five seconds.

Lin Feng had been inside for less than an hour.

A Martial Ancestor.

Alone.

He'd wiped out four Martial King-level Exotic Beasts.

The notebook fell from Huang Kun's hand, but he didn't bend to pick it up.

He remembered what he'd said earlier.

"The average survival time for a Martial Ancestor entering a B-Rank Rift is twelve minutes."

In an hour, the kid hadn't just survived—he'd taken out all four of the most troublesome B-Rank Exotic Beasts inside.

"Impossible." Qian Peng's voice had gone hoarse.

"Absolutely impossible. Even a high-level Martial King would have to give it everything against four Exotic Beasts of the same rank. He's only a Martial Ancestor..."

"Report!" Another messenger ran up.

"Commander Li has ordered the first group of fifty Martial Masters to assemble. They're ready and moving toward the Rift entrance!"

Qian Peng's expression changed.

"Who gave them the order? I'm holding the military seal!"

Li Zhenguo's voice came from the stairwell.

"You may have the military seal, but their lives belong to them."

The one-eyed veteran climbed the wall step by step, carrying a Heavy Blade as wide as a man.

"Special Envoy Qian, Headquarters' orders were clear. You came to deal with the B-Rank Rift. Now that Lin Feng has cleared out the Martial King-level Exotic Beasts inside, my men are more than enough to handle the cleanup."