Heaven's Execution

Sister Deng suddenly looked up toward the door. Just then, she seemed to have heard something.

The wooden door exploded apart. A chilling blade light tore through the air as a thunderous slash came cleaving down.

"Who's there?!" Sister Deng raised both arms. Translucent crystalline matter covered them, blocking the fierce strike.

"As expected of someone who nearly entered Culture Capital's top ten Armed Envoys back then. What impressive reflexes." The woman's icy voice carried not a trace of emotion. She wielded a serrated longsword, each slash faster and stronger than the last.

The crystalline wall was cut with countless cracks before exploding apart.

The instant it shattered, Sister Deng ducked and surged forward instead of retreating. She formed a crystal blade and collided with the serrated longsword, sending fragments flying.

"This uniform..." Her gaze fell upon the long trench-coat uniform, and her pupils contracted.

"A top-secret force made entirely of Armed Envoys, under the Culture Capital Research Institute, specializing in missions that can't see the light of day. Why would they attack our agency?"

Even stranger, their agency was located in the city. Such a massive conflict had erupted—how could no one have noticed even now?

"A force? What do you mean by that? Don't you know this is an agency founded by Culture Capital's number one Armed Envoy?!" she demanded sharply, her tone furious.

Yet her hands did not slow in the slightest. She deflected the longsword, and her crystal blade sliced across the trench coat.

Tilting her head back slightly to evade the blade tip, the attacker lowered her eyes and gently crushed the crystal left on her coat with her fingers.

"Once you're underground, go ask him yourself!"

The chandelier crashed onto the floor and shattered. One person smashed through the ceiling, joining the woman with