CHAPTER 735: CHAPTER 355: AZURE DRAGON CHANT

The black helicopter hovered over Shinjuku Station, with the Black Judge sitting inside, looking down at the Tokyo night. The city was shrouded in pitch-black mist, as if even the lights were being absorbed.

What should have been the world’s largest metropolis now lay silent as a tomb, with hordes of Corpse Ghosts roaming the long streets, as if the gates of Hell had swung open and the Evil Spirits were roaring out.

"Last time we messed up, this is our only chance."

The White Judge was biting a lady’s cigarette, puffing smoke, and softly said, "The members of The Order of the Hidden must be found. I’ve never seen the old Family Head so angry. If we fail again, not even death will be a light punishment. Who would have thought that after more than two hundred years, someone would dare make a move against the old Family Head."

For the two Judges, this mission must not fail.

The driver sat in the car, smiling, "They really must be tired of living, right?"

He picked up the intercom: "Report the ground control situation."

A tablet sat on the dashboard, with Jiang Ziyue still wearing a fox-faced smile, saying, "Relax, the ground is already under control. Our people are everywhere—it’s a trap inescapable as the net from heaven and earth."

Behind him was a convoy parked by the roadside.

Thirteen Twilight Candidates from the Six Major Families, all of the Fifth Rank.

Beyond that, they had an emergency plan.

Jiang Chuge was currently clearing test subjects in Shibuya, ready to join the fight at any moment should unexpected circumstances arise.

"Should we move now?"

The White Judge’s Danger foreknowledge did not trigger, and he turned his head saying, "Time is running out."

The Black Judge withdrew his gaze, nodding slightly, "Prepare for landing."

Sounds of gunfire and sword clashes came over the communication channel as twelve Twilight Candidates, in teams of three, approached the silent mansion. Overlords were lying in wait in the building across the street, sniper rifles already set up. Heavenly Masters were also secretly preparing their spirituality, ready to create Elemental Turbulence to disrupt the battlefield at any moment.

Jiang Ziyue sat in the car with a lollipop in his mouth, caressing the intercom in his hand.

In this mission, he was the on-site commander, a position of absolute difference.

In fact, among the younger generation of the Jiang Family, he wasn’t particularly outstanding.

Mainly because his parents died young, and even when alive, as top talents of the family, their rebellious nature didn’t endear them to the old Family Head, leaving him the only child to be somewhat neglected in the family. Fortunately, his good and harmless nature devoid of hostility, coupled with a low-key demeanor despite his extraordinary talent, along with good relationships with his siblings, and more importantly being obedient to the elders, earned him some favor.

Obedient children always get candy.

Moreover, his high intelligence was another reason.

His current assignments had a 100% success rate.

Otherwise, he would never have been given on-site command of such operations.

"I cannot let my grandfather down."

Jiang Ziyue spoke into the intercom, "Go ahead."

Above, the sound of helicopters roared overhead.

The two Judges were landing.

With a bang, a brilliant white flash lit up the night without warning, like a star igniting and exploding, its extreme brightness nearly enveloping the entire street, especially affecting the Ascenders with perception abilities. Their consciousness seemed to pause, even their thoughts stalled for a brief moment.

"The target is retreating!"

"Repeat, the target is retreating!"

"Alchemy flash bomb, the other side has prepared an alchemy flash bomb!"

An alchemy flash bomb is a modern created special combat weapon, mainly because the raw materials are extremely rare, and the production process is quite harsh. With current technology, it relies on probability.

In other words, luck.

Since none of the major paths currently have countermeasures, it is highly precious.

"An alchemy flash bomb lasts no more than one minute."

The Black Judge’s voice was hoarse, intimidating like that of a demon.

The White Judge gritted his teeth, saying, "The old Family Head has ordered, kill without mercy!"

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Jing Ci held that cup of cold coffee, gazing down at the long street from the rooftop.

On the bustling road, like ghostly shadows, they sprinted with Divine Speed Force, allowing them to move through time and space, leaving the flowing traffic behind them. Even supercars struggled to keep up with such terrifying speed, illustrating the advantage of the Ghost Slayer Path.

Tonight’s Tokyo wasn’t peaceful due to the test subjects’ assaults, making most citizens choose to drive to escape downtown, some heading towards Chiba Prefecture, while others fled directly to Yokohama and Kamakura. Fortunately, this city’s transportation infrastructure is well-developed, and road congestion wasn’t too severe yet, as everyone was in a desperate bid to escape.

Traffic rules had become insignificant in the face of life and death.

Gu Jianlin and Su Youzhu weaved through the traffic like phantoms, appearing and disappearing.

About two kilometers from Shinjuku Station.

If it were a short sprint, any transport vehicles would be a hindrance to them.

The issue was their sustainment capability.

Even with ample Spiritual Secret Medicine on hand, the Divine Speed Force couldn’t be maintained indefinitely.

Because you will inevitably get tired.

The enhancement of Divine Speed Force follows a specific algorithm.

If you run a hundred meters in fifteen seconds.

At First Order Divine Speed Force, you gain a ten percent speed increase.

If you walk it in a hundred seconds, that same ten percent boost merely gets you crawling like a turtle.

Now a minute had almost passed, and the glaring brightness was about to fade.

"Killing, are you insane?"

The mysterious man said incredulously, "You must know, this is Tokyo, who knows how many secret agents of The Order of the Hidden lie in wait here. You know how strong Jiang Chunyang is, he betrayed the Order World and still lives unharmed, and he even collaborates with... Buzhou Mountain!"

He emphasized the final words as he said them.

"I know."

Jing Ci withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly, "So, what do you mean?"

The mysterious man gazed at him deeply, sternly saying, "I hope you can take those two kids and leave, it shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?"

Jing Ci was taken aback, shaking his head in disbelief, "I’m not here to rescue my junior brother."

This time, it was the mysterious man’s turn to be stunned.

"My junior brother is not as weak as you think. He never needed me to rescue him. Tonight is actually a rare opportunity for him because people have always underestimated him."

Jing Ci said softly, "I’m here today to settle a score."

The mysterious man’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Jing Ci said indifferently, "With the abilities of your secret organization, it shouldn’t be difficult to find out about my past. Where I was born, what I’ve been through, who I’ve loved—you should be perfectly clear."

He took out a mobile phone from his hand.

It was an old phone, the earliest version of a Nokia, slightly more advanced than a beeper, covered in rough scratches, full of the marks of time, having been used for at least twenty years.

The crucial thing was that this phone was constantly dialing a call.

The time displayed on it had long since stopped moving, a long string of numbers occupying the entire screen.

This was a call that no one knew how long it had been ongoing.

"Don’t worry, the person on the other end can’t hear anything. She’s been asleep for a full ten years, and barring any accidents, she won’t wake up before I die. Three days ago, I visited her at Lishan Tiyan Pavilion and bought her the yellow peach cans she loves the most. I opened one too; it was a bit too sweet for me."

Jing Ci held the old Nokia and said softly, "I promised you that after you fell asleep, I wouldn’t cause trouble. However, sometimes when I think about the past, I still get very angry."

"So, even if I did something, you wouldn’t know."

He smiled silently, "If you have the guts, wake up and argue with me."

The call was silent as death, with only the quiet sound of breathing like a drifting wind.

Jing Ci wasn’t disappointed and silently put away the phone.

He knew how long she would sleep; it was an insurmountable time for him.

An uncrossable chasm, a farewell, a boundary unreachable in this lifetime.

He had long accepted reality.

The mysterious man silently gazed at him.

For someone like Jing Ci, the Shadows naturally had his information.

It was well known that Jing Ci once single-handedly broke through the entire Dusk.

But few knew why he did it.

In fact, it related to the Coffin Secret Skill held by the Dark World.

Because this secret skill was originally forbidden by the Order World and the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion, and shouldn’t have been passed on.

How did the Dark World obtain the Coffin Secret Skill?

This was a story too ancient.

Even with the mysterious man’s abilities, he only knew a rough idea.

Back then, Lishan Tiyan Pavilion was conducting an important experiment, and once completed, it could create a Spirit Coffin dominated by the Ancient God Clan, a life of unprecedented power, capable of rewriting the history of two races.

The success rate of the experiment was very slim, but neither experimental subject would be at risk.

Even if the experiment failed, they would just sleep for a while.

The problem was, no one expected the experiment to be sabotaged halfway.

This ultimately led to irreversible consequences.

Apart from the two involved, the other biggest victim was the man in a suit and leather shoes right in front of him.

"Jiang Chunyang, it’s been a long time."

Jing Ci put away the phone and extended his right hand toward the pitch-black night.

In the sky, ominous clouds gathered, and an arrogant ghost seemed to gaze down upon the city, exposing a ferocious face, crisscrossing lightning dancing like a demon’s horns.

He suppressed the city; no one dared challenge his authority.

"You’re not even the Supreme, so why dare to flaunt your power in front of me?"

His forefinger and thumb came together, a gesture like an ancient Buddha pinching a flower: "Come."

Jing Ci said softly.

The world was silent as death.

The night wind howled.

Sands flew and stones scattered.

Black mist spread.

The silent space-time seemed to sink into a quagmire, and the sky collapsed with a roar!

An azure Ancient Dragon soared into the sky, tearing the Void like a fragile mirror, spanning spider-web-like cracks across the pitch-black night, sounds of shattering echoed through the world, collapsing and displacing!

Few creatures in the world possessed such ancient majesty. It bore a pair of dragon horns burning with blue flames, its ferocious visage adorned with protrusions, its body clad in dark azure scales, exhaling scorching steam with each breath, its dragon tail sweeping like a comet with a blazing trail!

Those blood-red vertical pupils seemed to encompass heaven and earth, advancing like a burning meteor to the heights of the sky, tearing through obstructive clouds, breaking through the endless dark, smashing into the black clouds with a monumental crash!

The ghost above the clouds was swallowed in one gulp, and the sky over Tokyo echoed with an ancient, angry roar!

Boom!

The Dragon Roar of the Azure Dragon echoed like world-ending thunder across Tokyo’s sky!

In the world, only the violent Dragon Roar remained!

The coffee cup shattered on the rooftop.

Jing Ci raised his blood-red eyes. This gentle and refined man finally revealed his ancient and violent self at this moment, his expensive suit torn in the wild wind, like a ghost or god!

The mysterious man was struck silent with shock.

So this was Jing Ci’s method.

If he couldn’t find the source of the singing, he simply wouldn’t look.

Because his Dragon Roar could drown out all sounds in this world.

The true Candle Dragon Venerable could never have come to Tokyo to sing.

The singing must be a recorded imitation.

For someone like Jing Ci, it’s not even worth considering!

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