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Chapter 359 Your death tricks are far too naive!
The words have not yet fallen.

Fang Qingyu's figure had transformed into a dazzling starlight that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

His body, covered in star-like crystals, trailed a path of shimmering silver light, as if he had teleported, ignoring the four black-robed guards who stood like stone statues in front of the gate, and swept past them directly.

The target is that giant door.

boom--

A deafening explosion ripped through the deathly silence of the night.

The massive gate, forged from an unknown alloy, shattered instantly under Fang Qingyu's seemingly casual yet profound punch, which contained the essence of the Heavenly Patrol Shattering Star trajectory. It was like fragile glass being struck by an invisible giant hammer.

Countless door panel fragments were mixed with flying metal components.

It shot out in all directions.

puff!puff!puff!
A series of dull, penetrating sounds rang out.

The four guards didn't even have time to react before their bodies were pierced and torn apart by the door fragments containing terrifying kinetic energy.

Beneath the black robe, a large mass of filthy, viscous black blood burst open, mixed with broken internal organs, instantly staining the cold ground red.

They were like discarded rag dolls.

He collapsed, convulsing, and beneath the empty mask, there was no more life.

Fang Qingyu's figure disappeared into the deep darkness behind the door amidst the loud crash and the stench of exploding flesh, as if he had never appeared at all.

"Follow!"

Wei Banmeng's clear, cold voice was like an icy spring.

In an instant, the surging passion of the hundreds of elite soldiers behind them as they witnessed the breach was suppressed.

She flashed forward and became the second person to rush into the gaping hole in the massive gate.

Chu Kuanglan let out a beast-like growl, his blood and qi surging, and he crushed in like a tank.

Jiang Wei transformed into a streak of crimson flame.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu followed closely behind, while Lu Jiuyuan and other core members led the silent and murderous black torrent behind them, surging into the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society!

The killing intent was like a tangible cold wave.

It instantly swept through the cold front hall of this massive building.

Meanwhile, in the city center.

The rooftop of the Lingxiao Club headquarters building.

Few people come here.

Or rather, not many people can come to the rooftop.

The night wind was blowing fiercely, fluttering the wide robes of the two old men.

The old man, with a slightly hunched back, stood respectfully behind a tall, white-haired old man with a face as ancient and rugged as a rock.

This old man was the true pillar of the Lingxiao Society.

One of the Ten Martial Saints of the City of Injustice in the past, ranked second among the top experts.

Lingxiao.

Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Heavenly Punishment Society headquarters.

"here we go."

Ling Xiao's voice was calm and even, yet it carried a sense of vicissitude.

The old man's heart tightened, and he quickly bowed: "Ancestor, shall we go and help?"

His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of urgency and fear.

Fang Qingyu's domineering posture of overturning the card table is still vivid in my mind.

Although Lingxiao Society was the first to join them, they are now walking on thin ice.

Ling Xiao slowly turned around.

Moonlight shone on his ancient face, and his deep eyes calmly looked at the old ghost. He didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Over the years, I've been pursuing the Martial Venerable realm and rarely concern myself with the mundane affairs of the gang. Do you remember how many years we've been in this City of Injustice?"

The old man shuddered, his mind racing, and cold sweat instantly soaked his temples.

He struggled to recall his earliest, long-faded memories, his voice trembling with uncertainty: "Forty-five years??"

Ling Xiao's gaze remained calm, as if it had pierced through the dust of time.

He cast his gaze once more towards the distant area shrouded in the force field: "Then do you know why we left our homes and came to this unjust city?"

"This"

The old man's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating.

Of course he knew.

As the core of the family, how could he possibly forget that unforgettable original intention?

To evade the pursuit of powerful enemies, to preserve the family line, and even more so for the ancestor before him to accumulate power in this lawless land and break through to the supreme fourth-tier Martial Venerable realm.

If successful, they can lead the Ling family back to the Federation, wash away the shame, and regain their former glory!
but
The city of injustice has enjoyed 45 years of extravagant power.

Like the sweetest poison, it had long since corrupted his ambition.

Money, women, the thrill of life and death.
He had long been immersed in it, burying his family's mission and his desire to return to the Federation deep down, even deliberately forgetting them.

At this moment, the ancestor suddenly pointed it out.

Immense shame and panic
His lips trembled, his throat tightened, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ling Xiao's gaze finally returned from the distance to the old ghost's pale face, which was covered in cold sweat.

His gaze was calm and unwavering: "Captain Fang may not know, but do you think I wouldn't? Or do you think I, Ling Xiao, am really senile?"

boom!
It was like a thunderclap exploding in my mind.

The old ghost could no longer hold on and collapsed heavily to his knees with a thud, his forehead pressed firmly against the cold rooftop floor. His body trembled violently, and he couldn't even utter a complete plea for mercy: "Ancestor, I...I deserve to die a thousand deaths."

Ling Xiao's gaze did not linger on the trembling old ghost kneeling on the ground for long.

He looked again at the invisible force field barrier of the Heavenly Punishment Society headquarters, his voice low:
"Go."

"Bring along those people we missed before."

"Go to the Heavenly Punishment Society."

"Let's fight for a way out for the Ling family."

"This is the last thing you can do."

The front hall inside the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

As soon as Wei Banmeng led his hundreds of elite troops in, a strong stench of blood assaulted their senses.

On the cold, smooth ground, more than a dozen black-robed corpses lay scattered about, each with a different manner of death.
Blood is flowing from the wound.
It was almost solidified.

Obviously, he didn't die today.

These must have been obstacles that Fang Qingyu casually cleared away after he came in.

"Squad up as planned!"

Wei Banmeng's voice echoed in the front hall, clear and swift.

The slight commotion in the group caused by the bloody scene was instantly suppressed.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The core members, who had already rehearsed countless times, immediately took action.

"First team, follow me!"

Chu Kuanglan let out a low roar, like a tiger released from its cage, and charged first toward a wide corridor on the left leading to the side buildings.

A hundred powerful warriors immediately followed behind, their footsteps thundering.

"Second team, move out."

Lu Jiuyuan spoke succinctly, his figure ethereal as smoke.

Leading another horde of a hundred people, they rushed toward the main staircase ahead, their target the upper level.

"Third team, this way."

Jiang Wei's voice was clear and crisp, and her long, crimson hair left a trail of flame as she moved.

She chose a path that sloped downwards, leading to the rear courtyard and annex buildings.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement.

"Fourth team, clear the right flank!" "Fifth team, block the outer passage!"

The two men each led a hundred men and entered the right-hand corridor and several side doors leading to the outer perimeter of the building.

Wei Banmeng himself stood in the center of the front hall.

She did not act immediately, her gaze sweeping over the remaining hundred elite soldiers.

And the main passage leading to a deeper area, which Fang Qingyu had just broken open.

Her task was to provide support from the center.

It is also the general reserve team.

Provide support to any critical battle situation at any time and ensure the main passage remains unobstructed.

Despite their small number of people, each of them carries five Soul-Severing Nails.

This way, when encountering someone of the same level, you can kill them with almost no effort.

If the other party is a corpse.

In other words, this is the combat strength of the 500-person squad.

This is equivalent to the combat strength of 3000 people.

This is the source of Fang Qingyu and his group's confidence in attacking the Heavenly Punishment Society's headquarters with 500 men today.

At this moment, after being divided into five groups.

The five of them then each led their own teams, rushing towards their respective passages to clear out any enemies they encountered along the way.

Their main force had a different mission from Fang Qingyu's.

The main force's mission was to eliminate the enemy.

Fang Qingyu's task was to find the most powerful member of the Heavenly Punishment Society as soon as possible.

Or rather, the person behind it.

And the most likely place.

That is naturally the space where the cross is located underground.

Entrance to the underground space.

Fang Qingyu stood quietly before the heavy stone door leading to the vast underground space.

The door was not closed.

It emitted a dark red glow that was even richer and thicker than before.

The silence inside was eerily profound.

There were no guards, and no other sounds.

There was only a suffocating, deathly silence.

But the cross is still there.

From a distance, Chen Wudi on the cross was still bound there.

therefore
Fang Qingyu did not hesitate or waver in the slightest.

He lifted his foot and stepped steadily through the door.

hum-

The moment his feet touched the ground, something unexpected happened.

The entire underground space seemed to come alive instantly.

The originally diffused dark red light suddenly erupted like ignited gasoline.

The intensely dense crimson light, like a bursting dam of blood, surged wildly from every corner of the space, every inch of the ground, and every rock.

As far as the eye could see, it was instantly engulfed by endless crimson.

Fang Qingyu's figure was instantly swallowed up by the overwhelming crimson.

It seemed to freeze in the center of that blood-red ocean.

like a statue.

Outside the main gate of the Heavenly Punishment Society headquarters.

More than a dozen buses bearing the logo of the Green Dragon Gang were parked quietly on the side of the road.

The roar of engines grew louder as they approached, breaking the brief silence.

The first thing that came into view was a dusty minibus with peeling paint and spiderweb-like cracks in its windows.

It was the same car that Liu San used to pick up Fang Qingyu and his group at the dock.

Following closely behind was a truly spectacular convoy.

An off-road jeep so dilapidated it's almost falling apart.

A family sedan with luggage strapped to its roof, and a small freight truck belching black smoke.

There were even more than a dozen vehicles making deafening sputtering noises.

A dilapidated Jialing motorcycle with a spare fuel can hanging on its front.

The convoy, like a ragtag army emerging from a junkyard, carried a weary, unruly air. It came in a grand, yet erratic, manner, finally stopping next to the row of neat, luxurious buses.

The car door opened and the engine was turned off.

People dressed in all sorts of combat uniforms, and even some in civilian clothes, poured out of various vehicles like a floodgate had been opened.

A team of nearly a thousand people.

They quickly filled the square in front of the Heavenly Punishment Society headquarters to capacity.

Unlike before, when I felt lost and restless.

At this moment, the faces of these people were filled with an almost fanatical excitement and a do-or-die determination.

On the way there, Liu San had already revealed to them who the real leader of the Green Dragon Gang was.

It's Thor, Fang Qingyu!
That legend who turned the tide on the Arctic front and was regarded as the future light of the Federation.

He is also currently known as the strongest Tier 3 Thor.

Many men who have struggled in the city of injustice for decades.

The hand gripping the knife hilt was trembling slightly.

They remembered their comrades-in-arms who fought side by side in the Federal City Force Field when they were young.

It reminded me of the heroic battles fought on the Arctic ice fields.

Those feelings of honor and belonging that belong to the federal soldiers, which were thought to have been long forgotten in the dark corners of society.

At this moment, it surged and boiled in my chest like magma.

Heaven actually gave these abandoned pawns a chance to see the light of day again.

"Old Zhang! Li the Cripple! Wang the Pockmarked! Leaders, clear the way!"

Liu San jumped off the minibus, his voice hoarse but full of strength.

They quickly identified several people who were already familiar with the internal workings of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

The group immediately split into several square formations of about two hundred people each, following the rough divisions along the road.

Each formation had one or two people familiar with the route at the front.

Their eyes burned, their breathing was heavy, and they stared intently at the huge doorway that had been blasted open.

"Brothers! Swords in hand, follow me! Let's charge in and earn our honor!"

Liu San raised his arms and shouted.

They were about to lead the last remaining formation towards the gate.

Rumbling--

But at this moment.

From the other end of the street, the roar of an engine could be heard again.

Liu San and his group suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound with surprise and uncertainty.

A convoy of more than a dozen brand-new luxury buses came smoothly and swiftly, like a long steel dragon.

The convoy was perfectly aligned, exuding an aura of well-trained and capable personnel.

The bus came to a smooth stop on the other side of the Heavenly Punishment Association's gate.

The car doors opened in unison.

Groups of figures dressed in uniform dark blue combat uniforms descended swiftly and orderly like javelins.

Their movements were clean and efficient, their auras deep and focused, and the proportion of third-tier experts among them was significantly higher than that of Liu San's team. At a rough glance, there were at least four or five hundred people, all of them elite.

Liu San's heart leaped into his throat. His hand instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, and his eyes warily fixed on this suddenly appearing elite force.

The team behind him immediately tensed up, and the atmosphere instantly became strained.

The group of people in blue uniforms quickly lined up.

An elderly man stepped forward from the crowd; it was none other than Ghost Old Man.

When he saw Liu San and his group, and the vehicles behind them that could be described as performance art.

Even his usually placid face showed a faint hint of surprise.

But calm returned in an instant.

"Are those the Green Dragon Gang members ahead?"

The old man's voice came from a distance, calm yet with a hint of inquiry.

Liu San was taken aback, then immediately responded loudly, "Yes! Who are you?"

"Lingxiao Society, Ghost Elder."

The old ghost's voice came clearly, "By order of the Ancestor, I have come to assist the Azure Dragon in suppressing the Heavenly Punishment Society!"

Lingxiao Club, here to lend our support!

Liu San's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was suddenly relieved.

If we're talking about who he's closest to among Fang Qingyu's group, it's definitely Chu Kuanglan.

So when gathering people.

Liu San then sent a message to Lao Chu.

He expressed that he also wanted to bring the rest of his brothers to help.

Chu Kuanglan remained silent for a while before saying yes.

He also mentioned that the target was the Heavenly Punishment Society and briefly told Liu San about some recent events.

Therefore, Liu San was able to lead his men straight to the Heavenly Punishment Society.

They also realized that Ling Xiao should be on their side.

So Liu San quickly stepped forward.

They bowed respectfully from a distance, their hands clasped in a gesture of respect, their posture very humble.
"So it's Senior Ghost! I, Liu San, with the help of the brothers from the Lingxiao Society, will surely win this battle!"

The old man nodded slightly.

His gaze swept over the group of ragtag soldiers behind Liu San, whose morale was high but whose equipment was haphazard.

There was no contempt or disdain on his face.

There is only one kind of calm acceptance of the ways of the world.

Without another word, he turned to face the elite Lingxiao Society members standing solemnly behind him, his voice suddenly rising, carrying a do-or-die determination: "Belonging to the Lingxiao Society!"

"Here!" Hundreds of elite soldiers shouted in unison, their voices condensing into a single, overwhelming force.

"Kill with me!!!"

With a swift movement, the old ghost transformed into a streak of green.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward the gate that Fang Qingyu had blasted open.

Hundreds of elite soldiers in blue robes followed silently and swiftly behind them.

Seeing Lingxiao's elite troops so decisively and cleanly charge in.

A surge of pride welled up within Liu San, and without further hesitation, he waved his hand sharply towards the last line of troops behind him:

"Brothers, don't let them look down on us! Charge in! Defeat them! Kill!!!"

The roar was deafening.

Liu San led his last phalanx, composed of ragtag troops.

Following closely behind was the azure torrent of the Lingxiao Society.

It surged into the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

In less than an hour.

Three torrents: the core elite of the Qinglong Gang led by Fang Qingyu, the ragtag veterans gathered by Liu San, and the elite of the Lingxiao Society brought by Gui Lao.

Nearly 2000 people poured in.

But now, under the cover of night...
It was still quiet.

The luxurious reception room on the top floor of the Heavenly Punishment Society headquarters.

Soft light shone on the expensive Persian carpet.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of top-quality cigars and the fragrance of vintage red wine.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire core area of ​​the City of Injustice is illuminated by a dazzling night view, like a galaxy unfolding before you.

On the circular sofa.

Seated inside were ten well-dressed men and women with distinguished bearing.

They chatted and laughed in hushed tones or elegantly swirled the red wine in their glasses, looking relaxed and content.

It felt like being at a top-tier cocktail party.

Rather than the headquarters of the Divine Punishment Society, where a war is currently raging.

Opposite the circular sofa is a screen wall that covers an entire wall.

At this moment, the screen was divided into dozens of clear images.

Overlooking the carnage unfolding within the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

The largest images in the very center are particularly eye-catching.

Entrance to the underground space.

The entire scene was filled with a chilling, viscous crimson color, like solidified blood amber.

A figure stood silently in the center of this blood-red scene, motionless.

Various passageways and halls.

The elite squad led by Chu Kuanglanyu and others is engaged in fierce combat with the continuous stream of black-robed guards.

Amidst the flashing blades and the precise piercing of the Soul-Severing Nails into the heads or hearts of the black-robed figures, each hit accompanied the complete collapse of a corpse puppet.

In the scene, the black-robed figures fall like harvested wheat, their filthy black blood staining the ground and walls.

The building's exterior and middle-level areas.

Liu San and his ragtag veterans, relying on their fearless courage and numerical superiority, are engaged in a chaotic battle with the Heavenly Punishment Society's guards.

Their equipment may have been rudimentary, and their coordination may have been clumsy, but the fighting spirit that had been suppressed for decades unleashed astonishing combat power.

Wherever the elite Qingyi warriors of the Lingxiao Society, led by Gui Lao, passed.

The black-robed guards were torn apart like pieces of paper.

The entire headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society has been transformed into a giant grinding mill of flesh and blood.

The number of black-robed guards was visibly decreasing, and the filthy blood had soaked almost every inch of the ground.

However, inside the guest room.

The atmosphere, however, was the complete opposite of the tragic scene depicted on screen.

Watching the black-robed figures representing their side on the screen being slaughtered like weeds, the upper-class people showed no sign of heartache or anger; instead, their excitement and anticipation grew stronger.

They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes gleaming with an almost morbid fanaticism.

It's as if the more blood flows on the screen...
The more benefits they receive, the better.

The figure dressed in a scarlet robe sat regally in the main seat.

He wore a calm smile that suggested he was in complete control.

She gracefully raised the crystal glass in her hand, which was filled with a dark red liquid like blood.

"Distinguished investors."

His voice was gentle, as if he were hosting a grand celebration.

Let's raise a glass.

"For our shared future"

"For the god who is about to be born, a god that belongs exclusively to us!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"For the gods!"

The ten dignitaries, with fervent yet reserved smiles, raised their glasses in a toast.

The crystal glasses clinked together, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

The sounds echoed in the luxurious and warm reception room.

The wine in the glass was as red as blood.

The blood flowing silently on the screen was reflected in the image.

however!
Just as their glasses were about to clink and the cheers reached their peak...
"Squeak."

The heavy, soundproof mahogany door of the reception room.

It was silently pushed away by a hand covered in a faint starlight, as smooth as jade.

It was completely calm and undisturbed.

A clear male voice, even tinged with polite apology, reached everyone's ears, instantly freezing all the noise and frenzy.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt your celebration."

"However, seeing how happy you all are, I might have some bad news to give you in advance."

Fang Qingyu's calm voice.

Like a bucket of ice water, it extinguished the fervor that had just begun to ignite in the reception room.

Those upper-class people who were raising their glasses, their faces flushed, dreaming of divine favor and boundless power just a moment ago, were shocked when they saw the figure in the gray combat uniform at the door, whose face looked too young.

The ecstasy on his face froze instantly, then turned into extreme terror.

"what--!"

"Cover it up! Quickly cover your face!"

The cheers were instantly replaced by piercing screams and frantic commands.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, their first reaction is not to question or resist.

Instead, she frantically tried to cover her face.

Some people suddenly grabbed the silver plates on the table and held them in front of their faces, some frantically pulled expensive napkins to cover their heads and faces, and some subconsciously lunged at the back of the sofa, curling up their whole bodies as if they could disappear into thin air.

The carefully maintained air of elegance and superiority has vanished.

All that remained was a humiliating fear and extreme panic at the possibility of his identity being exposed.

Fang Qingyu strolled in leisurely, closing the heavy mahogany door behind him and shutting out the noise from the outside world.

He had a faint smile on his face.

His gaze swept over the group of dignitaries who looked like frightened quails, his tone casual as if he were chatting:
"No need to block them, everyone." Fang Qingyu tilted his head slightly, a hint of teasing in his smile. "You've probably been too busy welcoming the gods to contact your home bases in the Federation for two or three days, haven't you?"

He paused, savoring the terrified looks in their eyes peeking through their fingers or behind their plates, then slowly delivered the final blow:

"Don't worry, your hometown has been completely wiped out, cleaned up completely."

boom!
These words were like a bomb going off in the guest room.

"No, it's impossible!"

The middle-aged man with the refined demeanor and gold-rimmed glasses suddenly slammed down the plate he was using to cover his face. His well-maintained face instantly contorted, and he screamed in a fierce but cowardly tone, his voice completely distorted.

"Do you even know who we are?! We're behind you!"

"Ah."

Fang Qingyu chuckled, interrupting his roar.

The laughter was filled with undisguised mockery. "Who are you? Or who are you all?"

He casually shrugged, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were either deathly pale or ashen.

"To be honest, I really don't know, and I don't care."

Fang Qingyu strolled over to an empty leather sofa and sat down casually.

He even picked up an unopened bottle of top-quality champagne from the coffee table.

I looked at the label with great interest.

"I only know."

Fang Qingyu put down the wine bottle, looked up at the man with gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes clear and innocent, but his words were piercing.

"It was Old Master Hong who personally led the search of our home. After he finished, he even chatted with me for a bit."

Fang Qingyu imitated Old Man Hong's carefree, hoarse voice perfectly: "Tsk tsk, brat, guess what? This den of idiots is really damn rich, full of fat and oil. I've never seen so much in my life!"

Fang Qingyu paused at this point.

Seeing the man with the gold-rimmed glasses turn deathly pale, his face swaying precariously, and the utter despair in the eyes of the others.

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he slowly added Old Man Hong's words of concern:

"He also said, 'After you finish this, I'll share some with you. After all, without your bait, we wouldn't have been able to catch such a fat nest of turtles.'"

"Pfft!"

"Bang!"

Some people could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Someone's wine glass slipped from their hand, spilling expensive red wine onto the luxurious carpet.

The entire waiting room was deathly silent, save for heavy, desperate breathing and the chattering of teeth.

They painstakingly built a vast network of wealth and power, which they regarded as their foundation and a safety net.

In the face of the federal government, the true state apparatus.

With legendary figures like Elder Hong personally taking action, the castle was as fragile as paper.

Overnight, it vanished into thin air.

All reliance and arrogance were crushed in Fang Qingyu's few casual words.

"Crack, snap, snap"

at this time.

A sharp, slow round of applause suddenly broke out.

The man in the red robe sat upright on the main sofa, quietly observing everything.

He slowly put down the glass of red wine in his hand.

The gentle, humble smile on his face had vanished, replaced by an all-knowing understanding and an indescribable appreciation.

He clapped his hands repeatedly, his gaze piercing through the chaos and despair of the crowd.

They were firmly focused on Fang Qingyu.

"Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

The man in the red robe spoke in a deep and steady voice, without a trace of panic, but rather with admiration, "As expected of Captain Fang. This ruthless approach of cutting off the enemy's supply lines is truly awe-inspiring and breathtaking."

He stood up, slowly walked around the slumped dignitaries, and walked to the seat opposite Fang Qingyu. Across the large coffee table, he calmly looked at Fang Qingyu.

A powerful aura spread out silently.

"You managed to get here without a sound." The man in red robes nodded slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "I admit, I underestimated you."

Fang Qingyu leaned back on the sofa, still relaxed.

However, when I saw the man in the red robe...

The playful smile on his face disappeared.

He became unusually calm, even with a hint of seriousness.

Lean forward slightly and place your hands crossed on your knees.

He looked directly into the red-robed man's face, which was marked by the passage of time, and spoke earnestly.

"Old captain."

"I didn't have a chance to say it last time."

"I really have to complain about your death trick this time."

"That's so damn childish."

(End of this chapter)