In the dark of night, an elderly couple carrying hoes suddenly appeared, leaving the twenty-odd Emperor Martial Stage experts at the scene utterly stunned.
The leader demanded, "Who are you?"
Yet the elderly couple said nothing. They merely grinned, then swung their hoes down with tremendous force.
When they departed, they left behind nothing but corpses strewn across the ground...
Not long afterward, an aged female voice sounded on the street. "Old man, was there really any need for us to act now? Little Overlord Soul hasn't exposed us, so it seems there was no need for us to expose ourselves either. Wouldn't it be bad if people grew suspicious?"
"Ah, it's been decades since I last got my hands dirty. They were itching."
The old man said quietly, "I'll try to hold back. But once or twice shouldn't be a big deal... Still, how exactly did Little Overlord Soul manage this? He's like a ghost, like a phantom. It's making the few of us look as though we have no place to use our skills."
Hearing that, the old woman fell silent. Even now, they had failed to find Sikong Jing's hundred-man group.
It was simply far too strange.
At last, the old woman replied, "The person Tyrant Soul Venerable favored must have something extraordinary about him. Why should we concern ourselves with so much?"
"True enough. The stronger Little Overlord Soul is, the better." After saying that softly, the old man and old woman vanished from where they stood.
Dawn broke...
The twenty-odd Emperor Martial Stage corpses somewhere in Shaking Fourth District were spotted by the Divine Shuttle Ships above.
Once again, over a thousand Divine Shuttle Ships fell silent in unison. Over the past two or three days, Sikong Jing's hundred men had practically overturned everything they