Shifting the Blame

If someone had looked down from the sky, they would have seen that throughout the vast Military Department grounds, aside from the buildings and the two men facing each other, no one remained standing. The silence was eerie.

Through a hole carved through the building by a slash, Chen Xu and the saber-wielding man locked eyes, sparks seeming to burst in the air between them.

"A strong opponent." Chen Xu spoke calmly and stepped forward, crossing the ground mixed with chunks of corpses and pools of blood.

The thick stench of blood was nauseating. Anyone else seeing the ground covered in mangled bodies would likely have vomited up even the meal from the night before.

"Sure enough, His Majesty was right to send me here as the final safeguard." Ning Chang's face remained expressionless, but inwardly, he had already raised his guard to the utmost.

That slash just now would have certainly killed any enemy below a certain level. Yet this man was completely unharmed, so his strength could not be underestimated.

Hm. Chen Xu thought as the Netherworld Wisdom King slowly emerged, standing in opposition to the blood-red war saber.

The world within several dozen meters suddenly darkened. Wild winds howled, carving bloody streaks across the corpses.

His body abruptly expanded to its uncompressed size, cracking the ground beneath his feet. Chen Xu suddenly kicked off.

With a puff, Ning Chang spat out the blade of grass in his mouth. He controlled the silver streaks of light several times faster than the Armed Envoys who had died earlier.

A faint dark-golden sheen flowed across Chen Xu's sturdy body. He swept up boundless air currents with his palm and slammed it down.

The blood-red war saber met the sharp blade, and Ning Chang raised his saber in an upward slash.