Chapter 463: Just Me

Bang!

The frozen body of Nathan Thomas, now an icy sphere, plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground. Encased in ice, the so-called Undying Tyrant, the mechanical master of the Yiggs Union, remained trapped in his final, desperate struggle, his face twisted in agony.

Bang!

A charred figure followed as it too fell from the heavens. Elizabeth, the representative of the Blade of Verdict, had perished to her own lightning. Her scorched body shattered upon impact, disintegrating into blackened ash.

Only the staff crafted from the horn of a beast remained intact, lying undamaged amidst the ruins.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A grotesque rain of blood and bone rained down. It was all that remained of Tsukiha Meiryū, the Blade Master, who had been torn into countless pieces by the blade energy of his own Ultimate Moon Slash. His body had been completely shredded and his life extinguished.

The Moon Splitting Blade, silver-white and shaped like a crescent moon, fell and embedded itself in the ground. Its blade reflected a crescent moon hanging in the sky above.

In that instant, the once ferocious battle came to an abrupt end. On the ground, members of the Haisha Gang and the other three factions stood frozen as their gazes involuntarily turned toward the apartment balcony.

There, the boy they had been hunting stood calmly, hands behind his back. Their shock turned into confusion, and then into disbelief.

Have Tsukiha Meiryū, Nathan Thomas, and Elizabeth, all three formidable powerhouses, just been slaughtered by the very boy we were chasing?

And not just killed, but dispatched within mere moments like chickens or dogs?

Were we here to apprehend him? Or to offer ourselves up as sacrifices?

In the air, Long Zhengfei, Li Buyi, and Chi Chunshui exchanged disbelieving glances. Things had turned out far differently from what they had imagined.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two sharp sounds tore through the silence of the sky. Li Xiaofei, using the Dragon-Grasping Hand, effortlessly plucked the beast-horn staff and the Moon Splitting Blade from the ground.

Turning to the three great masters in the air, he cupped his hands respectfully and said, "This junior will never forget the kindness of the three seniors in lending your aid."

Long Zhengfei's white brows twitched as he burst into laughter. "It seems the three of us were showing off in front of a true expert. If we had known your strength was this extraordinary, we wouldn’t have worried so much."

Li Xiaofei replied humbly, "It was only because the three seniors weakened their qi and diverted their attention that I could succeed so easily."

Chi Chunshui put away his ruler as he voiced the question on everyone’s mind, "Are you sure you’re not some ancient monster with a youth-preserving technique?"

The young man before them appeared no older than eighteen or nineteen. Such overwhelming power seemed utterly unnatural at that age.

Li Xiaofei smiled lightly and said, "Genuine, without deception. You’re welcome to test my bone age."

Li Buyi, his fingers moving in intricate calculations, seemed to divine something unspoken. After a moment, he sighed, "It seems that a true dragon of Great Xia is about to rise in Haijing City."

"You overpraise me, senior," Li Xiaofei replied, bowing slightly in thanks.

Meanwhile, Nan Hua stood frozen, too shocked to speak. Earlier, when Li Xiaofei casually mentioned killing them all, she had thought he was joking. But now...

Have I underestimated the Special Envoy again?

Nan Hua raised a hand to her chest. Her heartbeat quickened as a wave of heat surged through her body.

Without saying another word, she turned and walked toward the bathroom inside the apartment. It was too intense.

Meanwhile, Li Xiaofei looked down at the scene below. The deaths of the three powerful figures had completely demoralized the Haisha Gang. Luo Hong and the other Haisha Gang leaders looked ashen-faced, drenched in cold sweat that soaked through their combat suits.

"One's own misdeeds lead to their ruin," Li Xiaofei muttered, shaking his head lightly.

In his hand, the Moon Splitting Blade gleamed as if it was reborn. It shot forward like a streak of light and carved an intricate and mysterious arc through the air.

In the next instant, the heads of Luo Hong and the other Haisha Gang leaders fell to the ground. The pupils of Long Zhengfei and the other two masters contracted sharply.

Blade harnessing!

Just like his earlier attack reflecting technique, this mastery over the blade was far beyond ordinary martial arts. It was a near-divine ability.

Could this young man already be a Divine Realm expert?

Heads rolled as the blade flashed past them. Below, the remaining members of the Haisha Gang trembled uncontrollably in terror. They wanted to run but dared not move. Who could possibly outrun the light of the blade?

"After tonight, the slum will no longer have a Haisha Gang," Li Xiaofei declared, his tone firm and resolute. "Today, I eliminate only the ringleaders. Considering that you are citizens of Great Xia and that your cultivation has not come easily, I will spare your lives. Disband the gang of your own accord. From tomorrow onward, if anyone dares to operate under the name of the Haisha Gang in the slum, I will show no mercy."

At these words, the Haisha Gang members collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, great hero."

"We joined the Haisha Gang out of desperation. Now that you've killed Hai Tiankuo and Luo Hong, we are finally free."

"I hereby leave the Haisha Gang."

One after another, the disciples voiced their declarations of departure. Li Xiaofei gestured with his hand, and the Moon Splitting Blade flew back into his grip.

He then turned to the disciples of the Cloth Sect, Justice Academy, and Qiujin Boxing Gym. He cupped his hands and said loudly, "My heartfelt thanks to all of you, brothers and sisters, for coming to my aid. I am deeply grateful. Tomorrow, I will host a banquet at the Memorial Square. I hope you will honor me with your presence."

Cheers erupted from the crowd below. The response was enthusiastic and unrestrained. The logic of the grassroots warriors was simple. If you kill foreign enemies, you are a hero. If you treat them with respect, you are a brother. If you offer them face, they will return the favor with loyalty.

Li Xiaofei's extraordinary strength, combined with his acknowledgment of them as brothers, left nothing more to be said. They would stand together through thick and thin.

"Esteemed seniors, would you care to join me inside for a chat?" Li Xiaofei extended an invitation.

The three great masters did not hesitate as they descended onto the apartment balcony and followed him inside.

Nan Hua had already prepared a selection of fruits and tea. As the renowned White Cloud Dancer of the slum, Nan Hua’s income was far from modest. Despite the high cost of fresh produce, she had no trouble presenting an adequate spread.

Long Zhengfei, aware of Nan Hua's somewhat enigmatic background, glanced in her direction. Her expression remained calm, offering no hints or explanations.

It was Li Xiaofei who broke the silence with a smile, speaking openly, "Senior Long, there is no need to speculate. Indeed, I am a member of the Great Xia Dragon Group. This time, I have come to Haijing City in my capacity as a Dragon Group Special Envoy."

Dragon Group Special Envoy!

The three masters were momentarily taken aback by the revelation. Then, understanding dawned on them.

No wonder he had been so decisive and powerful.

"Truly, heroes rise from among the young," Long Zhengfei remarked with a sigh.

Suddenly realizing something, he added, "How foolish of me. I had been trying to guess your identity, but I completely overlooked the fact that only the Dragon Group would dare strike so fiercely against the Jiepeng forces within Haijing City."

In the slum, trust in Haijing City’s government had plummeted to its lowest point. The actions of the bureaucrats had brought the government’s credibility to the brink of collapse. Yet, if there was one government department that still commanded trust among the people, it was undoubtedly the Dragon Group.

In recent years, as Haijing City gradually fell into the status of a semi-colony, officials at every level continually compromised and appeased the foreigners. They sacrificed their sovereignty and dignity, leaving the people deeply disappointed.

Yet, the warriors of the Dragon Group had never bowed their heads. They bled, sacrificed, and fought courageously. They always stood on the same side as the citizens of Great Xia. Their stories and legends had quietly spread by word of mouth in the slum.

"What brings the Special Envoy here?" Mr. Ruler asked.

Recently, the arrogance of foreign forces in the Wanmao District had grown increasingly unrestrained as they acted with impunity to hunt down dissidents and silence any voice of resistance.

The Dragon Group had suffered severe losses, forcing them underground. Its members had no choice but to lay low and wait for the right moment.

The situation was just as dire for the slum factions unwilling to become lackeys of the foreign invaders. Haijing City was sinking into an ever-thickening darkness. But at such a time, the Dragon Group Special Envoy had finally arrived.

Li Xiaofei pondered for a moment before answering, "I have come to restore the land."

The three great masters immediately felt a surge of vigor.

Long Zhengfei leaned forward, his voice urgent, "How many warriors and forces have you brought with you for this mission, Special Envoy?"

Li Xiaofei smiled faintly, raising his teacup and taking a slow sip.

"Just me," he replied.

His honesty was as awe-inspiring as it was despairing.