Chapter 82: The Wrath of the King

Raging flames of fury blazed within Chen Xian’s chest. Just moments ago, those assassins had nearly taken Zhang Xin’s life—she was the woman he cherished above all others!

When a king is enraged, corpses lie in their millions.

Carrying a murderous intent as vast as the heavens, Chen Xian vowed silently to uproot every last one of the villains, to annihilate them entirely. He would not allow Zhang Xin to suffer any threat whatsoever. If anything truly happened to her, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

As he sprinted at full speed, Chen Xian followed the trail left behind by 002. That red beam which had shot from his mind earlier was the Qi-seizing parasite, 002—he had attached it to one of the culprits to track them.

Yet a question gnawed at Chen Xian’s heart: who, exactly, wished to see him dead?

On the other side of the Canglan River, a figure wrapped from head to toe in a black night suit, a long case slung across his back, darted swiftly through the dim night, as agile as a panther. His form seemed to merge with the shadows themselves.

Deep within the pair of cold, glinting eyes exposed by his mask, an unmistakable terror flickered. The young man named Chen Xian just now had been utterly terrifying: not even the bullets from a sniper rifle could pierce his body or his head!

The man in black pressed his communicator, preparing to send a message of failure to those behind the scenes.

Whoosh—

Just then, a sharp, cutting sound split the air. Out of nowhere, a figure appeared before him like a phantom.

Without the slightest hesitation, the man in black drew his pistol and fired a barrage at the shadowy form.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets, like a swarm of hornets, hurtled toward the figure.

It was Chen Xian, having pursued him relentlessly. Over a dozen bullets struck him, yet each simply hovered upon his skin, slowly spinning, unable to harm him at all.

The assassin’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

“You… are you even human, or…” he stammered in terror.

But before he could finish his words, his vision blurred. Agony erupted at the back of his neck, and darkness swallowed him whole as he lost consciousness.

“Hello… Eagle Eye, what’s wrong?”

“Hello… what happened?”

A cold, menacing voice of a middle-aged man issued from the communicator.

“He’s not in trouble just yet, but soon, I’ll kill him,” said Chen Xian, picking up the device. His tone was icy to the core, chilling to the bone, as if Death itself were passing sentence.

The sinister voice from the communicator sounded again: “Chen Xian, if you dare kill a member of the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps, be prepared to be hunted across the globe. Not only you, but your family and friends—none will escape. This is the price of crossing us!”

Hearing this, a cold, murderous gleam flashed in Chen Xian’s eyes. The Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps? So, the photos and information that circulated online had finally reached them!

In an instant, he pieced together the entire sequence of events. The bank robbers he had helped Fang Jing apprehend were members of the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps.

“You’ll have no such chance,” Chen Xian replied, his voice brimming with deadly resolve. “Before long, I will send every last one of you to hell.”

His intent to eradicate the entire organization was not an idle threat. Chen Xian was determined to crush any danger that might threaten his family, his beloved, or his friends before it could take root.

“Hmph! You think you can destroy the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps? Dream on!” the communicator spat back, full of rage.

Chen Xian ignored him. With a sharp crack, he stomped the communicator to pieces.

He then dragged the so-called Eagle Eye, a member of the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps, to a desolate, uninhabited place and casually tossed him into the frigid waters of the Canglan River.

A strangled cry.

The icy water of winter stung Eagle Eye awake, shocking his nerves.

With a thought, Chen Xian extended his spiritual power over the river’s surface, an invisible force lifting Eagle Eye from the water.

“Speak. How many of your accomplices have entered the Hualong Federation, and where is your main base?” Chen Xian demanded coldly.

Eagle Eye gritted his teeth. “Don’t think I’ll betray my Hungry Wolf brothers. I won’t talk!”

Splash!

The assassin was dropped back into the freezing river, and at the same time, a suffocating wave of mental energy invaded his mind.

In an instant, the once-defiant Eagle Eye’s eyes glazed over, becoming empty and puppet-like.

“A mere ant at the peak of the Bright Energy stage,” Chen Xian said indifferently. “Now, tell me: how many people did the Hungry Wolf Corps send to the Hualong Federation this time?”

“Including me, there were ten in total.”

“What are their strengths and their objectives?”

“Most are at the peak of Bright Energy or early Dark Energy. The strongest is Lady Cyclops, a monk whose skills are extraordinary—an ordinary half-step grandmaster is no match for her. We have two objectives in the Hualong Federation: first, to rescue the leader’s younger brother Li Hu; second, to kill Fang Jing and Chen Xian.”

“Where are Lady Cyclops and the other eight now?” Chen Xian pressed.

“Lady Cyclops and the others should be heading to rescue Li Hu right now.”

…

A minute later, Chen Xian pressed Eagle Eye’s head underwater with a thought, submerging him in the icy river. After a brief struggle, Eagle Eye expired, his life snuffed out.

Toward enemies, Chen Xian’s heart was now as hard as steel.

The silver ring on Chen Xian’s pinky finger glimmered, forming a slowly spinning vortex that drew Eagle Eye’s corpse into its storage.

Having used the spiritual techniques from the “Secret Art of Mind Control,” Chen Xian had extracted all the information he wanted from Eagle Eye, including the location of the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps’ base in T Country.

With this done, he took out his phone, preparing to call Fang Jing and inform her that the Corps had dispatched experts to rescue Li Hu—and to kill her.

Just then, an urgent message came to Chen Xian’s mind from Parasite 001.

Fang Jing had just received word from the chief: H State Detention Center had been attacked by an unknown armed group, the warden had been killed, and more than a hundred criminals had escaped—including Li Hu from the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps.

Fang Jing had already mobilized with a large police force, rushing to the detention center to recapture the fugitives and confront the armed assailants.

On learning this, Chen Xian immediately hailed a taxi and headed for the H State Detention Center.

From the taxi, he called Fang Jing at once.

“Hello, Chen Xian, I’m dealing with an urgent case right now—no time to talk!”

“Fang Jing, was the H State Detention Center attacked, with many prisoners escaping?”

“How do you know that?”

“Don’t worry about how I know. Listen carefully: it was the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Corps who attacked the center to rescue Li Hu. You must be extremely careful. They sent ten powerful mercenaries this time—one has already been killed by me. Among the remaining nine is a monk, Lady Cyclops, who is extremely dangerous. Even ordinary half-step grandmasters can’t handle her. If you encounter her, stay away and protect yourself. The Corps has two objectives: rescue Li Hu, and kill both you and me.”

Without pause, Chen Xian relayed everything he had learned to Fang Jing, deeply worried for her safety.