Chapter 1007: 322: I, Hong Guo, Have Returned

Deathly silence! All the Martial Artists present were staring fixedly at this unfamiliar newcomer.

Fourth Grade!

Yet he had so easily slain a Fifth-Grade Guard.

He was a terrifying piece of work.

The key was, this guy could actually be connected to Mo Kai.

Mo Kai was a Ninth-Grade Divine Elder.

Under the walls of Jing Niao City, a group of low-grade Martial Artists tightly surrounded Su Yue, yet still kept a safe distance. If this guy suddenly charged over, they had to make sure to save their own lives first.

Outside the city walls, the few remaining Sixth Grades were all bound in place by Mo Kai. Above their heads flickered an azure sigil—this was the pressure of a Ninth Grade, something they simply could not break free from.

"Mo Kai, your disciple killed the Martial Artists of my Jing Niao City. How do you plan to settle this debt?"

On top of the city wall, a row of Grandmasters glared furiously at Su Yue.

Cang Ji stomped down and shattered the chessboard with one foot, then slowly walked to the front of the Grandmasters, questioning Mo Kai at the same time.

So this was Mo Kai’s disciple.

From the looks of it, his innate bones weren’t bad.

Though he wore a tattered leather jacket, the edge in his eyes faintly carried a sense of extraordinariness.

A mere Fourth Grade, yet able to behead a Fifth-Grade Guard.

It seemed Mo Kai’s eye for disciples wasn’t bad; no wonder he always bragged about his disciple being peerless under heaven.

From the looks of it now, the boy was indeed somewhat worthy of praise.

Of course, the Fifth-Grade Guard Su Yue had slain was only an early-stage Fifth Grade. Killing across ranks was rare, but not impossible.

"Hahahahaha... compensation, hahaha..."

"Have Jing Niao City send my disciple a Heiye Pill first, and we’ll call it compensation. After all, killing a Fifth Grade is exhausting—my disciple needs to replenish his Qi Blood!"

Mo Kai let out a wild laugh.

Now that my disciple has returned, I can immediately go seek a supreme opportunity.

In my eyes, what the hell are you, Cang Ji?

And what the hell is your Jing Niao City?

Compensation?

Utterly ridiculous.

"Mo Kai, you’re pushing things too far."

Cang Ji’s pupils contracted slightly.

The Heiye Pill was a pill refined from the essence blood of City Lord Heiye.

In his early years, Heiye had consumed the flesh of a monstrous beast, so his essence blood could be condensed into pills that allowed Martial Artists to rapidly break through.

Of course, condensing pills cost Heiye a certain price.

Even when helping Xu Baiyan break through, Cang Ji had only asked Heiye to condense ten Heiye Pills.

Heiye was grinding his teeth as he glared at Mo Kai.

He practically hated this beast to the bone.

Back then, it was precisely because of this beast’s scheme that he took out all the Ninth Grade pills belonging to the Divine Elders, only for them to ultimately benefit Mo Kai.

Heiye would never forget this old dog for as long as he lived.

Those Ninth Grade pills actually weren’t of much use to true Ninth-Grade Martial Artists; instead, they had miraculous effects for Eighth Grades and could even help them break through.

You had to understand, Jing Niao City itself had no ability to refine Ninth Grade pills. Elder Cangji’s pills all came from the Eight Races Sacred Land.

This was an irreconcilable blood feud.

The other Eighth-Grade Deputy City Lords of Jing Niao City often came to complain that Heiye had no brains.

And now Mo Kai still wanted to strip away Heiye Pills from him.

What a pipe dream.

With every Heiye Pill stripped, he would lose quite a bit of Qi Blood.

And that lost Qi Blood was a permanent loss; he’d have to cultivate it back again later.

When it came down to it.

The effect of the Heiye Pill was essentially using Heiye’s Qi Blood to exchange for the Qi Blood of low-grade Martial Artists.

A pure losing deal.

Unless absolutely necessary, Heiye would never be willing to pay that price.

"Hmph, then how will you account for the grievances my disciple has suffered?"

Mo Kai’s face darkened as well.

Having finally reunited with Hong Guo, he at least had to prepare some sort of meeting gift.

But Mo Kai had always been in Jing Niao City, and he hadn’t had time to prepare any gift. More importantly, he was a Ninth Grade; under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t go looking for trinkets used by low-grade Martial Artists.

He’d just snatch them directly.

"Grievances?

"Your disciple just arrived in Jing Niao City and already killed one of my Fifth-Grade Commanders. Where exactly was he wronged?"

Cang Ji was so enraged he was grinding his teeth.

This Mo Kai was turning black into white without a shred of shame.

...

"Hmph, Jing Niao City, the humiliation I, Hong Guo, once suffered here, today I’ll settle every last score.

"You once shamed me, insulted me, cursed me, mocked me, sneered at me, and even wanted to hack me to pieces with random blades. You really thought I, Hong Guo, don’t hold grudges?

"Purple Camp, Zi Xiong, Purple Alliance, Zi Meng, Purple Copper... you five beasts, get out here and die."

At this moment, Hong Guo’s furious roar echoed through the heavens.

These five Fifth Grades were among the more formidable Fifth Grades in Jing Niao City, and were also powerhouses with a chance of breaking through to Sixth Grade in the near future.

On the Eastern District Battlefield, these five senior brothers had the highest human kill count; more importantly, they excelled at schemes and tricks.

Su Yue had investigated Jing Niao City’s intel—these five beasts had long been on the Military Department’s must-kill list.

Unfortunately, because Cang Ji had sealed the city, the Zhao Qi Corps had never found an opportunity to assassinate them.

Today, the opportunity finally presented itself—he could challenge them one by one.

Anyway, with Mo Kai backing him, he might as well go wild for once.

Besides, Su Yue had just heard Mo Kai mention the Heiye Pill.

For low-grade Martial Artists, the Heiye Pill was definitely a treasure. Last time, when Su Yue and Yang Lezhi infiltrated Jing Niao City, they’d already heard of it.

The effect of this pill was almost the same as having Spiritual Qi poured directly into the body; it was practically the top-tier low-grade pill—there was no second.

If Mo Kai could get a few, that would be an unexpected windfall.

"Hmph!

"Insolent maniac, how dare you roar at Jing Niao City? Today, we senior brothers will surely tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Right then, five members of the Yangxiang Race walked out from within the city gate.

Each of them gripped a weapon, murderous aura surging off their bodies.

This was a perfect chance to earn merit.