Sudden Mutation

Before long, a fence stretching beyond the horizon came into view.

At the sight, Le Jia's eyes grew increasingly fervent, and she could not help but sigh.

"Hehe, we're finally here. Earl Jack, your angel has arrived! Let me properly judge your sins!"

But at that moment, Qian Mo cut in.

"Um, Auntie Le, this is only his front gate. His manor is still about ten kilometers farther in, so you'll have to fly a little longer."

After a brief silence, Le Jia clicked her tongue in displeasure.

"Damn it. I've seen plenty of wealthy nobles, but this is the first time I've seen a mere earl put on such a grand display. Is this what it means to have ties to the royal family?"

At that, Le Jia's eyes flickered as she sneered.

"Or perhaps this bastard did something shameful, allowing him to amass such enormous wealth and live extravagantly here.

Hehehe, it seems this bastard is far more evil than the files I reviewed before coming here suggested. Looks like I won't come away empty-handed this time.

And Little Qian Mo! I told you to call me big sister, not auntie!"

Qian Mo interjected at the right moment.

"Okay, Auntie Le.

And you were right. The source of this bastard's wealth is indeed problematic.

Besides the transactions with the Fallen uncovered by Sister Lulu's team.

Further interrogations and my review of Martial Soul Hall records revealed that Raine had helped him smuggle many prohibited goods."

"I see. That only makes me look forward to this more.

Colluding with Evil Spirit Masters to traffic children, on top of violating imperial law through smuggling for obscene profits—this bastard's evil is definitely enough to take me to the next level."

As she spoke, Le Jia's gaze turned colder. With a beat of her four wings, she created a massive ring of fire in the sky and accelerated even further.

A moment later, a gigantic Flame Spear descended from the sky, shattering an enormous swan statue at the center of the luxurious manor and unleashing a thunderous boom.

"Ah!!!"

After a momentary silence, terrified shrieks erupted everywhere. The manor instantly descended into chaos.

Seeing Le Jia attack in such a simple and brutal manner, Qian Mo froze for a moment.

Wait, wasn't she here for a decapitation strike?

What was the point of directly announcing her arrival?

As if she had seen through Qian Mo's confusion, Le Jia, having just unleashed her attack, chuckled.

"How slow would it be to search every room one by one? If I do this, Soul Masters will instinctively activate their soul power under stress.

And at my level, my spiritual senses are already extraordinarily sharp. The moment he uses soul power, I'll be able to lock onto him immediately."

But the instant Le Jia finished speaking, Qian Mo said speechlessly,

"But Auntie Le, didn't the files say Earl Jack is only a Soul Elder? There are plenty of people under him who are stronger than him or around the same level.

Are you sure you can really lock onto him first like this?

I think the proper approach would be to put on an act and deliver a calling card, then capture him face-to-face once we meet him."

Hearing that, Le Jia fell silent.

What could she say?

That this was standard procedure when dealing with the Fallen, so she had done it out of habit?

But they had already established before coming that the target was an evildoer, not a Fallen. Saying that would make her seem pretty stupid!

Yet at that moment, Le Jia's expression suddenly changed.

Because after the Flame Spear exploded, an immense energy reaction surged from within the manor.

Its soul power fluctuations had reached the level of a Soul Douluo!

And that incomparably pure evil aura—after decades in the Fallen Enforcement Squad, how could Le Jia possibly mistake it?

It was undeniably a Fallen!

But Le Jia's expression quickly turned grim.

Under normal circumstances, she would already have led her team into battle.

But this time, she had thought she was merely dealing with an evildoer like Earl Jack, which was why she had brought Qian Mo, this burden, along.

Although Le Jia desperately wanted to kill the Fallen to raise her cultivation.

She was a true wielder of the Angel Martial Soul, a person who carried justice and kindness in her heart. She could not disregard Qian Mo's life just to increase her own strength.

At that moment, Qian Mo spoke first.

"Auntie Le, put me down in the forest below and let me hide. I can escape on my own. Hurry and deal with that Fallen.

It would be best if you capture him alive. That'll give us more room to work with afterward!"

Le Jia was stunned for a moment before descending rapidly with Qian Mo, a smile curling at her lips.

As she looked at Qian Mo, her eyes also gained a different kind of approval.

Then, a world-shaking battle erupted.

The Fallen had wanted to flee the instant he saw Le Jia.

After all, what Fallen these days did not know that the Angel Clan countered them completely?

If she had been weak, it might have been one thing. But with eight Soul Rings glaring brightly around Le Jia, the Fallen would have had to be insane to choose a head-on clash with her.

But as the saying went, seeing was believing.

Because he had always been excessively cautious, this Fallen had never directly fought a Martial Soul Hall enforcement team. Naturally, he had overlooked the fact that the Angel Martial Soul did more than just counter evildoers.

It could also fly—and fly extremely fast!

Thus, after Le Jia severed both his legs, the Fallen could only curse inwardly at how underhanded this was before being unwillingly captured by her.

Meanwhile, Qian Mo was not doing so well.

He had been surrounded.

Although Qian Mo had said he could escape, and had indeed tried to do so.

Perhaps because he was not an authentic transmigrator, Qian Mo felt that his luck might simply be bad. He had actually run into another group of Soul Masters fleeing at the same time.

There were five Soul Masters in the group. Qian Mo eventually fixed his gaze on the man standing in their midst.

Unlike the other four, with their luxurious clothing and bloated figures, this man's face was one Qian Mo had seen in a portrait.

Qian Mo was certain that he was Earl Jack.

Earl Jack was also watching Qian Mo, his shrewd little eyes flashing continuously.

Although his bloodline had contributed to it, Earl Jack could not have built his family fortune to such a degree if he had been a fool. Naturally, he could tell that Qian Mo was not from his manor.

And the fact that the other side had attacked immediately made it even clearer that they had come with hostile intentions.

Earl Jack immediately narrowed his eyes and formed a plan. He turned and signaled one of his trusted subordinates, intending to have him test Qian Mo's strength.

If they could not beat him, Earl Jack planned to surrender on the spot.

But if they could beat him, that would be a different story.

Bang!

But in the instant the two exchanged glances, two thunderous blasts rang out.

As the saying went, hesitation led to defeat.

Seeing the two actually lose focus during their standoff, Qian Mo naturally chose to strike first!

By the time Earl Jack reacted, all four of his subordinates had already been sent flying and crashed to the ground.

Qian Mo had also swiftly put away his shotgun, lunged forward, drawn his blade, and pressed its tip against Earl Jack's throat.