Three-Minute Kill

Ten minutes later, they were already seated in a military vehicle bound for the spaceport.

Outside the windows, the night was deep and dark, city lights glimmering in the blackness. Now and then, a few vehicles driving through the night passed by.

Xu Wuyi leaned against the seat with his eyes closed, running through the coming battle one last time in his mind.

Darkwing, an elder of the Feathered Human Blood Sacrifice Temple, had entered the King rank over three hundred years ago and excelled in shadow laws.

The intelligence said his speed was astonishing. He could move freely through shadows and had once infiltrated Federation-controlled territory alone, assassinated two quasi-Grandmasters, and escaped unscathed.

He was a dangerous opponent, but also one who had to die.

The vehicle sped through the night and arrived at the spaceport twenty minutes later.

A dark gray stealth transport plane was already waiting on the runway. Its engines were warming up, emitting a low hum.

The three boarded the aircraft. Once the hatch closed, the plane immediately took off and vanished into the night sky.

The transport plane flew steadily above the clouds. Beyond the portholes stretched a pitch-black sky, with an occasional star flickering in the distance.

Lu Zhenshan leaned back in his seat, eyes closed as though asleep. But Xu Wuyi knew he was not sleeping. He was merely adjusting his state, entering the calm before battle.

Luo Qingluan sat by the window, staring into the black night beyond the porthole. Her cool face was utterly expressionless.

Xu Wuyi also closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his sea of consciousness. The pale blue Heart of Order slowly revolved there, its light more solid than it had been days ago.

His training during this time had not been in vain. Every practice