“Capture the King of Slaughter alive!”
“Kid, why don’t you listen? Didn’t I make it clear?”
Zhuge Heng shook the crumbs of the small pastry from his palm and poured them into his mouth.
He then explained to Fang Xin, “A long, long time ago, whenever people’s morals began to decline, it was a sign that an era was coming to an end, and a prelude to great chaos.
At such times, the Seven Kings would appear. These Seven Kings are terrifying, and the most terrifying among them is the King of Slaughter. The King of Slaughter is also known as the Head of the Seven Kings. Whenever this bastard appears, he is sure to stir up a bloody storm, with corpses littering the fields, a thousand miles of scorched earth, smoke signals rising everywhere, the land in turmoil, and cries of lamentation filling the air.
So, this bastard must be found and controlled in advance, otherwise, the consequences will be endless!”
Fang Xin smacked his lips, “You can just say it, why are you cursing him?”
Zhuge Heng, with his hands in his pockets, said, “Which part did I curse him? I’m just stating facts!”
“So, does this King of Slaughter have any distinguishing features?” Fang Xin asked again.
Zhuge Heng thought for a moment, “Features? As the name suggests, he is bloodthirsty, extremely bloodthirsty. Legend has it that this bastard can go seven days without food, but not a single day without killing.”
“What about his appearance?”
Zhuge Heng explained, “Features in appearance? This bastard’s pupils are scarlet, and there are blood-colored runes on the back of his hands. Besides that, this bastard’s hair is also red!”
“Oh?”
Fang Xin’s eyebrows twitched as he listened, “Are you sure the one we’re catching is the King of Slaughter?”
“Judging by the Church’s stance, it should be. After all, those bastards from the Church secretly mobilized so many forces to prepare for action, and the King of Calamity, one of the Seven Kings, also appeared a while ago. They’re probably exchanging information and planning to meet up!”
Fang Xin was puzzled. A joint operation, a huge commotion, with forces from all sides getting involved. So many people to capture the King of Slaughter alive?
But if the person they were trying to capture alive was the King of Slaughter...
Then who am I?
Am I a stand-in?
Zhuge Heng looked into the distance, “I have something to do, so I’m leaving first. You go rejoin your team in a bit. You’re with Hua Lao Liu!”
“Okay!” Fang Xin had already seen Sixth Master Hua gathering his men in the distance.
Fang Xin quickly walked over.
This time, there were only ten new students from Sky Shield Academy.
When he arrived, Fang Xin found that only Li Bao’er from his group had come.
Hua Cheng, who was leading the team, checked the time, “Prepare to board!”
Fang Xin scanned the group. These individuals, besides having high combat power themselves, also had some background in their families. Although it was ostensibly for a mission, it was essentially for them to gain experience. For this mission, high-ranking officials from various families were dispatched.
After boarding, according to Hua Cheng, a Deputy Director from the Sky Shield Bureau’s First Division, second only to the Ninth Division, had been dispatched to oversee the battle.
After Hua Cheng assigned tasks to the subordinates in his group, he turned to Fang Xin and the others, “I don’t like to beat around the bush. Although you guys are here to gain experience, you still need to act when necessary! Don’t put on airs like young masters and ladies!”
At this point, Hua Cheng continued, “Also, once you’re there, try not to get into conflicts with other factions. But if someone intentionally provokes you, there’s only one principle: disregard life and death, if you’re not convinced, fight! Understand?”
“Understood!”
Hua Cheng checked the time, “But there’s one thing you must remember: when I tell you to act, it’s not for you to charge in like idiots. You still need to move around the periphery. After all, this time we’re capturing the King of Slaughter, who is known as the Head of the Seven Kings! You little weaklings can’t deal with such a terrifying existence!”
“Sixth Brother, what exactly does the King of Slaughter look like? So far, the information we’ve received doesn’t have a definite photo!” The speaker was a short, somewhat thin new student from the Second Division. This kid had a rather grand name, Zhuang Aotian.
Hua Cheng grinned and said, “I’ve sent you a portrait!”
Several people took out their zhilian devices and opened the group chat, where Hua Cheng had sent a photo of the King of Slaughter they were going to capture alive.
It was more of a portrait drawn from descriptions than a photo.
The King of Slaughter in the picture had a full head of red hair. He looked a bit old, with a vacant stare, bloodshot eyes, and scarlet pupils. Even though it was just a portrait, one could still feel his intense killing intent. There were also blood-colored runes on the back of his hands.
Fang Xin zoomed in on the portrait and carefully examined the blood-colored runes on the back of the hand. They looked plausible, but they were completely different from the ones on his own hand. It felt like they were just randomly drawn.
“This is the King of Slaughter!” Zhuang Aotian said, looking at the portrait.
After replying to a subordinate, Hua Cheng said again, “Don’t be negligent! Once you see the King of Slaughter, immediately send a signal, then leave! Don’t linger for a moment! Such a terrifying existence is no joke!”
“Understood, Sixth Brother! What combat level is he, Sixth Brother? Why isn’t it stated?”
Hua Cheng shook his head, “It’s still uncertain! But according to intelligence, he has already massacred several families in the past two days, and two of those families even had Level 10 combat experts guarding them!”
Everyone present gasped, “A Level 10 expert, terrifying indeed!”
Fang Xin scrutinized the portrait, with only one question in his mind.
“He is the King of Slaughter? Are there more than one King of Slaughter? Then who am I?”
As the plane was about to land smoothly.
Fang Xin looked out the window and saw a huge crowd below, estimated to be over ten thousand people.
Various forces gathered, a sea of people, a dense mass, each family wearing different uniforms to distinguish their identities.
Hua Cheng told them, “Each family has its own assigned station, and you guys also have one! Guard your assigned area well!”
After the plane landed, Hua Cheng first took them to meet with other members of the Sky Shield Bureau. Upon arrival, they did not see the Deputy Director from the Sky Shield Bureau’s First Division. Fang Xin learned from others that the Deputy Director was elsewhere, meeting and chatting with the leaders of other factions.
Fang Xin looked over and saw several imposing figures sitting in a large tent.
Among them, a white-haired man cracking melon seeds was particularly conspicuous.
Besides that, Fang Xin also saw an old acquaintance.
Chu Tianhong from the Church had actually come.
It was clear that within the tent, the various forces were basically divided into three factions: one leaning towards the Church, one at odds with the Church, and some who were neutral.
Hua Cheng took out a map, pointed to a spot on it, and told Fang Xin and the others, “You guys go guard this place! All of your actions will be directed by Fang Xin!”
Fang Xin led his people towards the team’s station.
At the station, there were tents already set up by early arrivals. These tents were a type of treasure, which could be set up by simply throwing them on the ground.
Zhuang Aotian walked ahead, lifted the tent flap, took one step inside, and immediately retreated, pinching his nose.
“Damn it!”
Fang Xin pushed aside the flap and looked inside, only to see a drunken young man who had relieved himself of the remnants of his meal and vomited everywhere.
The tent reeked.
The young man rubbed his stomach, stood up, and swaggered out.
Zhuang Aotian immediately stepped forward and blocked the young man.
“Do you know this is our Sky Shield Bureau’s station?”
The young man burped at Zhuang Aotian, then laughed nonchalantly, “I don’t care who you are, if I can’t find a toilet, I’ll just do it here. That means I think highly of you!”
“Damn you, clean it up!”
The young man provocatively burped at Zhuang Aotian, the foul-smelling burp making Zhuang Aotian nauseous.
“Clean what? I’ll clean your mother instead!”
Zhuang Aotian raised his hand and grabbed the young man’s collar, “Watch your mouth!”
The young man grabbed Zhuang Aotian’s hair and pointed to the badge on his chest, “You little brat! You dare touch me? Don’t you want to live? Open your damn eyes and look carefully, I’m from the Church Guard! What’s wrong with me taking a dump in your tent? I could take a dump on your head and you’d have to take it!”
Even a clay figure has a temper. Zhuang Aotian was about to strike, but the young man struck first, giving Zhuang Aotian a hard slap across the face, causing him to stumble.
The Sky Shield Bureau members immediately surrounded him.
Not far away, several of the young man’s companions also gathered around.
The young man pointed at Zhuang Aotian and laughed disdainfully, “You even dare to fight me! What kind of trash are you!”
He spat a thick wad of phlegm at Zhuang Aotian and turned to leave.
But Fang Xin’s voice came from behind him.
“Oi, did I say you could leave?”
