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Just as Ming Xingyun let out his piercing howl, ordered a retreat, and broke out himself, a black-robed figure stood silently atop an unremarkable hill more than twenty li northwest of Bao Family Manor.
At that moment, the figure gave an almost inaudible sigh, tinged with regret and suppressed fury. "The foundation I spent years painstakingly building... more than half of it was ruined today."
"Damn them. Damn them all! Those old bastards at headquarters failed to keep their affairs secret, and dragged me and the entire Black Nether Legion into this disaster. This grudge... I'll remember it, Heaven Dou Imperial Family, Soul Fighting City!"
The mutter seeping from beneath his black robe was as cold as ice. He slowly turned, apparently intending to leave this land of trouble behind.
Yet the instant he lifted his foot, his entire body froze!
Three hundred meters away, the mountain wind stirred the sparse vegetation. At some unknown point, three figures had appeared there without a sound, blocking the very route he was most likely to take in retreat.
At their center stood a composed old man-Chen Hong. Behind him to the left was Chen Menglin, his gaze steady and sharp; to the right stood Yang Jingxue in combat attire, her eyes cold.
Chen Hong calmly regarded the rigid black-robed figure. "Ming Xiangyun, you certainly chose an excellent hiding place. Close enough to the manor to command your forces as easily as moving your own fingers, yet concealed enough to greatly reduce the risk."
"As expected of a veteran who has operated in the Heaven Dou Central District for years. Such seasoned skill is admirable."
The Black-Robed Man shuddered violently. His face beneath the hood must have twisted.
Forcing down his