You Know You're Wrong

"You're finished!"

Guang Long clutched his severed left leg, using his soul power to staunch the bleeding at the wound while snarling at Jiang Xiu and his companion, the malice in his eyes plain to see.

"I'm going to sell you both to the black market and ensure you suffer inhuman torture for the rest of your lives!"

Jiang Xiu frowned slightly at these words. He stepped forward abruptly, arriving before Guang Long in a flash, and kicked him square in the chest.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out. Guang Long's entire chest caved in instantly, his eyes rolled back from the agony, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Jiang Xiu knew of the black market; it didn't just deal in arms, but also in human trafficking. When the Silver Dragon King had first taken human form, she had nearly been abducted by traffickers, though this life was different.

"You dare hit me again? You little beast, I'll have you killed!"

Guang Long finally caught his breath. Seeing the mecha squad drawing closer, his demeanor grew even more arrogant, and he continued to threaten Jiang Xiu.

"This time, not only will you die, but that piece of trash will die too! I'll have his entire family wiped out!"

Guang Long pointed at the middle-aged shopkeeper who had just stood up. Terrified, the man retreated, a sense of utter despair washing over him; as an ordinary person, how could he possibly resist Guang Long?

"Tang Wulin and the others weren't ruthless enough to leave you alive. To think that the great legions guarding the frontiers are protecting scum like you."

Jiang Xiu's eyes remained calm. Watching the approaching mecha squad, he felt not a shred of fear; instead, a cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Jiang Xiu clenched his left hand, and dark soul power surged wildly, coalescing into a pitch-black straight blade that descended toward Guang Long's neck.

"What are you doing?! My brother is right there, you can't kill me! I'm a soul master!"

Seeing the blade raised, Guang Long's pupils dilated in shock. His arrogance vanished in an instant, replaced by desperate pleas as he began to struggle violently.

"Don't worry, you won't die. I still have use for your shadow; consider it your contribution to the fight against the Abyss."

Jiang Xiu said indifferently, and the blade fell with a heavy thud.

"I was wrong, don't kill me, I was really wrong!"

Driven by the primal urge to survive, Guang Long's face twisted into supplication. His hateful gaze cleared, and he looked around frantically.

"Stop! I order you to stop!"

The mecha squad charged over at that moment, and a roar emanated from the lead purple mecha.

"You don't know you were wrong; you just know you're about to die."

Jiang Xiu chuckled softly. A black blade-flash emerged, and the straight blade transformed into a shadow that merged into Guang Long's own.

The next moment, Guang Long strangely used both hands to grip his own neck tightly. Thick yellow soul power surged from his palms, and with a violent twist to the right, his head flew off. Blood sprayed, staining the ground red.

This sudden turn of events left the surrounding crowd bewildered.

Why did he kill himself?

"Bastard!"

The soul master inside the purple-grade mecha saw this and his eyes turned bloodshot. With a roar, he drove the mecha straight toward Jiang Xiu, radiating a murderous aura.

Jiang Xiu calmly raised a hand in a beckoning gesture. A black shadow darted from Guang Long's corpse, transformed into a streak of dark light, and merged into the Shadow Monarch behind Jiang Xiu. Immediately after, two purple soul rings rose slowly from beneath his feet.

Na'er had already arrived at Jiang Xiu's side, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him. The Silver Dragon Spear appeared in her hand, and she faced the charging mecha without a hint of fear.

Just as Jiang Xiu prepared to activate his first soul skill, a figure darted out from the crowd. Dressed in white and wielding an icy blue longsword, the figure unleashed a sharp sword aura that forced the purple mecha to activate its defensive mode and grind to a halt.

It was Wu Changkong. Meanwhile, in the shadows of the crowd, a man who had been gathering soul power slowly stopped. On his chest hung the emblem of the Spirit Pagoda.

"Wu Changkong, you've overstepped! Last time my brother was injured because of your student, I gave you face and didn't pursue it, but now my brother is dead, and you still dare to stop me!"

The purple mecha stopped, and a burly man stepped out. He looked at the headless Guang Long, his eyes bloodshot as he snarled at Wu Changkong.

At the same time, two yellow and four purple soul rings appeared beneath his feet. Wu Changkong's soul rings manifested as well—two yellow, two purple, and two black.

"Guang Biao, you indulged your brother in bullying ordinary people. Is this what a soul master should do? Even by federal law, he should have died long ago."

Wu Changkong's gaze was cold, and he refused to yield.

Watching Wu Changkong, Jiang Xiu seemed to understand. Wu Changkong had appeared here specifically to prevent the vengeful Guang Long from retaliating after leaving the hospital.

After all, a man like Guang Long was the type to bully the weak and fear the strong. Since he couldn't get back at Tang Wulin's group, he would inevitably take it out on the middle-aged shopkeeper.

Jiang Xiu then turned his gaze toward Guang Biao, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Every city had its own armed forces, and since East Sea was a major coastal city of the Sun Moon Federation, the Federation had deployed a mecha brigade there. Guang Biao was the captain of one such brigade.

"Enough talk. A life for a life. Wu Changkong, hand over the two murderers behind you and we can settle this peacefully. I am the security captain; according to federal law, I have the right to detain suspects."

Guang Biao looked at the six soul rings on Wu Changkong, especially the final two ten-thousand-year rings, his eyes filled with wariness. He suppressed his rage, attempting to seize the initiative by labeling Jiang Xiu a murderer.

He had clashed with Wu Changkong before. Although both were Soul Emperors, he knew he wasn't on the same level, so he tried to use federal law to pressure him.

Wu Changkong frowned at these words. Looking at Guang Biao and the dozens of mechas behind him, he seemed to contemplate something. The Frost Sky Sword in his hand trembled slightly, but he did not strike again.

Seeing this, Guang Biao sneered and began to walk toward Jiang Xiu and Na'er with a vicious expression.

"Captain Guang Biao, you can eat whatever you want, but you shouldn't say whatever you want. Your brother twisted his own neck off; everyone here saw it with their own eyes."

At this moment, a figure in golden robes stepped out from the crowd, smiling at Guang Biao. On his chest was the emblem of the Spirit Pagoda, adorned with eight golden stripes.

"Pagoda Master Liu, you..."

Seeing this man, Light Biao halted his steps, and even the anger on his face dissipated somewhat, for this person was none other than the Vice Pagoda Master of the East Sea Spirit Pagoda.

"Are these two people from your Spirit Pagoda?"

Light Biao secretly transmitted his voice.

"Light Biao, you need not ask about the identities of these two. Furthermore, your brother committed many evils and took his own life; do not lead yourself astray."

Vice Pagoda Master Liu's expression remained kindly, but the warning in his tone was already plain to see.