Financial Street, Central Building pierced the sky.
Inside the luxurious office, a bloated figure sank into an expensive, opulent sofa.
This was, of course, not Xuan Hao’s true form.
It was merely a shell he occupied, a vessel for moving around in reality.
On the armrest of the sofa, a pale, shriveled severed hand slowly crawled like a grotesque spider.
The reason Xuan Hao chose to act...
was because the people under him were too useless.
Plus, a fragment of his main body had finally appeared; if he missed this chance, who knew when the next one would be.
Xuan Hao looked at the severed hand, injecting his consciousness!
“Buzz!”
The severed hand gradually twisted, and its pale flesh instantly inflated as if filled with air.
Flesh, meridians, and bones grew and formed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The entire process was silent and swift.
In just a breath, a tall, handsome young man with long hair stood beside the sofa.
“My current strength...”
Xuan Hao mused.
It was a pity this severed hand had no Divine Abilities or techniques; it was very ordinary. It would be different if he found a true body with Divine Abilities.
But it was already sufficient.
“Buzz!”
Invisible ripples spread through the air.
With a thought, Xuan Hao’s mental Domain unfolded, cleverly overlapping the real space around his body.
The immense power of his Primordial Spirit tore a rift in reality, and power, like a river flowing into the sea, poured into this body.
In an instant, his aura surged dramatically.
The infusion of power into his body caused his Physical Body’s strength to skyrocket.
....
In a high-end hotel, on the top floor suite.
Qu Huaiwei sat at her vanity, meticulously applying the finishing touches to her makeup.
Eyeliner outlined her cool, aloof curve, and blush was applied just right. After careful sculpting, her overall demeanor became ambiguous and elusive.
Suddenly, the air behind her rippled.
The long-haired young man appeared out of thin air.
Qu Huaiwei’s makeup brush paused.
In the reflection of the mirror, she saw the newcomer.
“Emissary.”
She quickly stood up and bowed respectfully.
Her voice carried a hint of imperceptible tension.
Although she had interacted with him in dreams and reality not long ago, this was her first time observing this mysterious being so closely and clearly.
He was even younger than she had imagined.
The stillness in his eyes was like a cold pool that had accumulated the passage of eons.
Xuan Hao nodded in acknowledgment.
Qu Huaiwei raised the makeup brush in her hand and proactively explained, “A small trick to hide my features. I hope it doesn’t displease the Emissary.”
Xuan Hao nodded, indicating understanding.
Qu Huaiwei took the opportunity to tidy her hair, but couldn't resist secretly glancing at Xuan Hao a few more times.
The clearer she saw him, the stronger her sense of awe became.
Beneath the youthful facade, there was very likely an ancient and terrifying Soul.
Old era? Two thousand years ago?
Perhaps even earlier!
She dared not speculate further, quickly pulled out her phone, opened a map application, and handed it to Xuan Hao:
“Emissary, the Flower-Faced Man’s location shows that the remaining members of that organization are hidden in this abandoned Maizi Village.”
“Then let’s go,” Xuan Hao said.
“Yes!” Qu Huaiwei nodded.
The two walked out of the hotel, merging into the night market and the crowd.
Qu Huaiwei’s demeanor at this moment was completely different from when she was in the hotel.
Her gentle temperament was replaced by a cold expression, and her delicate makeup concealed her sharper features.
“Emissary, please wait a moment. My private car will arrive soon.”
Qu Huaiwei explained in a low voice, “The authorities are very strict in cracking down on secret organizations, so we have to use this ordinary mode of travel.”
“Understandable.”
Xuan Hao smiled faintly.
“Does the Emissary also understand human society?” Qu Huaiwei mused.
“Many years ago, I was also a Mortal,” Xuan Hao said. “You don’t need to explain these things. You are fully in charge of this operation. I am only responsible for helping you deal with some difficult opponents.”
“Alright,” Qu Huaiwei assented.
However, she secretly pondered another word Xuan Hao had inadvertently revealed.
He used to be a Mortal… does that mean he isn’t anymore?
This made Qu Huaiwei reconfirm her suspicion: Xuan Hao might really be an old monster from two thousand years ago!
And the True Monarch… was probably even more ancient.
Before long, an inconspicuous black taxi pulled up by the roadside.
The two got in, and Qu Huaiwei stated their destination:
“Driver, Maizi Village.”
The driver nodded and started the car.
About an hour later, the car stopped on the road outside the desolate and dilapidated Maizi Village, far from the city’s hustle and bustle.
They paid and got out. The night was silent.
Qu Huaiwei took out a ceramic mask and put it on.
Deep in the roadside jungle, accompanied by a slight rustling of vegetation, a dozen figures emerged, each wearing a different style of mask.
“Emissary, Leader!”
Everyone bowed in unison.
Qu Huaiwei scanned the crowd and nodded slightly.
She took out her phone and said, “Flower-Faced Man just sent a message. The other party is already alert and may have set a trap waiting for us.”
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone looked at Xuan Hao.
This mysterious “Emissary” before them was their greatest reliance and trump card in their hearts.
“Let’s go.”
Xuan Hao was expressionless, completely unconcerned about the impending battle.
He had just spoken three words....
“Whoosh--!”
A sharp whooshing sound cut through the dead silent night sky.
“Bang!”
The next instant, a team member standing on the edge of the group’s upper body exploded without warning.
Like a watermelon smashed by immense force, flesh and bone fragments splattered everywhere.
“What’s going on?”
“Quick, take cover!!!”
Everyone immediately panicked, scrambling and rolling towards the jungle on both sides of the road.
“Bang!”
In just a breath, a team member attempting to dive into a ditch was struck in the waist by an invisible force, his entire body exploding into two halves.
Behind the corpse, the ground was even smashed into a half-meter deep crater by the residual immense force!
In a few breaths, only two people remained on the road.
Xuan Hao and Qu Huaiwei.
He ignored it, pacing to the side of the crater that had been blasted open.
Under the faint starlight, Xuan Hao bent down and picked up a black bead stained with blood from the bloody soil at the bottom of the pit.
This bead was about the size of a finger.
Qu Huaiwei raised an eyebrow and said, “The extent of this power, the terrifying penetrating and explosive force, the opponent should be a mental-type psychic Martial Artist, at least O3 level or above!”
“Whoosh--!”
The sharp shriek sounded again.
This time, the target was Qu Huaiwei, who had just spoken.
She instantly frowned, her hair standing on end.
She didn't even have time to think; with only a subconscious movement, Qu Huaiwei rolled sideways with all her might.
“Boom!”
The moment she left her original spot, the ground was shattered as if struck by a large-caliber shell!
Qu Huaiwei rolled to Xuan Hao’s feet, her heart pounding.
Too fast!
This attack was silent, only making a whooshing sound when it got close, and its destructive power was even more astonishing!
The opponent’s control ability was terrifyingly precise.
“Whoosh!”
The fourth shriek.
More piercing than the last!
Qu Huaiwei’s pupils contracted. She had just dodged one attack, and her body was in a very brief state of rigidity, making it impossible to avoid this immediate fatal blow.
That black bead, containing destructive energy, came whistling through the air with a deathly shriek, aimed directly at her chest, at the location of her heart!
It’s over!
Qu Huaiwei’s heart turned cold.
Bang---!
The black bead struck her chest, and the clothes on her upper body were instantly torn to shreds by the immense impact and energy.
“Ugh!”
Qu Huaiwei groaned in pain, flying back dozens of meters and crashing heavily into a pile of withered weeds, raising a cloud of dust.
