SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Nancheng District.

On the desolate outskirts, the night wind swirled withered grass and debris, while the distant city neon lights blurred across the horizon.

Three figures radiating terrifying auras were being unilaterally crushed by a black figure, leaving them no chance to retaliate.

"boom--"

Ning Mo, Qing He, and Feng Xi were sent flying backwards like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the hard ground.

The Wuji Staff trembled violently in Ning Mo's palm, and Qinghe's longsword clattered to the ground as he barely managed to stand up. Blood dripped from Feng Xi's lips onto the cracked earth, and it took her a long time to regain her balance.

"Several months have passed, and your strength has not improved at all."

A man dressed in black casual clothes walked slowly over, and the oppressive aura emanating from him was like an invisible mountain, instantly enveloping the three of them.

At that moment, a sound of wind breaking came from afar, and a powerful aura tore through the night sky.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time—it was finally Lü Ping's turn to get beaten up.

In the blink of an eye, Lü Ping's figure landed in the center of the wasteland.

He scratched the back of his head, looking at Ning Mo and the other two with a blank expression: "Why did you suddenly call me here for this gathering? And... what happened to your injuries???"

The three stood side by side, ignoring his question and even deliberately looking away.

Lu Ping was even more confused: They called me to this desolate place in the middle of the night, and now they're ignoring me? What's going on?

"You're a bit late. Put on your boxing gloves and go all out against me," Lin Mu's voice suddenly rang out.

Only then did Lü Ping notice the fourth person. When he looked in the direction of the voice, his eyes suddenly narrowed: Hmm? Isn't this Brother Gu's distant cousin?

He adopted a mysterious air, his tone tinged with arrogance: "Kid, we're really destined to meet, haven't we? We've seen each other several times in just a few months, haven't we?"

"Yes, you'll see him every day for the next two weeks."

Lin Mu added calmly, "Lu Ping, put on your boxing gloves and attack me with all your might."

"Um?"

Lu Ping's eyebrows shot up: This kid dares to call me by my full name?

Are you trying to force me to bully you?

He was about to speak to Ning Mo when he saw Ning Mo, Qing He, and Feng Xi turn around at the same time, their shoulders twitching slightly.

Lü Ping: "…………"

"Don't you understand? Lü Ping." Lin Mu's voice remained calm.

A chill ran through Lü Ping's heart, as if he were being watched by something.

But he didn't think much of it, only that the kid was too arrogant and needed to be taught a lesson: "Kid, today I'll teach you a lesson on how to be a decent human being on behalf of your cousin!"

"Pfft—" Three suppressed chuckles came from afar, disappearing in an instant.

"Lu Ping, you talk too much nonsense." As soon as Lin Mu finished speaking, the ultimate icy domain suddenly erupted from his body!

Visible icy blue chill swept around him, instantly freezing the wasteland within a hundred meters!

Lu Ping was completely dumbfounded, and exclaimed in shock, "Ice element! Court... Court Chief!"

Before he could react, Lin Mu's figure transformed into a blur in the night, instantly appearing in front of him.

Lu Ping felt a blur before his eyes, and then a tremendous force struck his chest—"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled sounds rang out, and he was hit as if by a cannonball. His body flew backward in an arc and crashed heavily onto the ice, cracking the ice beneath him with spiderweb-like patterns.

Ning Mo and the other two glanced at the direction Lü Ping had flown backward and nodded in unison: We'll share the burden!

……

Minimalist Tavern

The tavern, usually quiet and deserted, was packed to capacity today. The guests were dressed in various styles, each exuding a calm and collected aura, their sharpness concealed.

Xiaoman and Sanshi sat at the front, and everyone's eyes were focused on the bar area, their eyes flashing with awe.

"Snap—"

The sound of the lighter was exceptionally clear in the quiet pub.

Inside the bar, Gu Cang slumped in a leather chair, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "For the past two weeks, you have been scattered across the eleven districts under Jiangcheng, assisting the Zhen'e Division in its operations."

"The strength of the Zhen'e Division is ultimately too weak. In just one day, nearly a hundred Awakened Ones have been lost in various mountain ranges."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

"A tough battle is coming in two weeks."

Gu Cang exhaled a smoke ring: "After so many years of decadence, most of you have happy families with both sons and daughters."

"If you want to withdraw now, I, Gu Cang, fully understand and respect that."

As soon as he finished speaking, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of everyone in the tavern, and a chilling aura swept through the entire space.

A few seconds later, Gu Cang smiled faintly and gently extinguished the cigarette between his fingers in the ashtray.

……

11:00am.

Mingcheng, in the courtyard of Tiechao.

Shovel emerged from the mud house, sweeping across the empty yard, his brow furrowed: "She didn't come home all night again. She'll wake me up in the middle of the night. I really want to kill her."

"Who do you want to kill?"

A clear, cold voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, the "tap-tap" sound of high heels hitting the concrete floor became clearer.

An Shuyao, dressed in a black dress, walked into the courtyard. Moonlight shone on her aloof and ethereal face as she stared at the shovel with a hint of murderous intent.

"What are you doing back at this hour? Don't you know you're disturbing people's rest?"

Iron Shovel looked up to meet her gaze and said in a deep voice, "If you come back late at night next time, don't bother coming back. Get the hell out of here!"

An Shuyao's expression grew increasingly cold. She walked lightly towards the shovel, each tap of her high heels carrying an endless killing intent that swept through the courtyard.

Tie Qiao raised an eyebrow, clenched his fists, and suddenly unleashed the aura of a seventh-level high-level cultivator from his body!

When dealing with women, a gentleman never strikes first.

He waited, and the moment she made her move, his right fist slammed towards her cold, aloof face.

But the expected outcome did not occur.

An Shuyao walked straight past him, her cool voice uttering two words: "What the hell."

The shovel froze for a moment, then turned around and pointed at her retreating figure, cursing, "Damn it! You bitch!"

"I'm telling you, I'll beat you to a pulp sooner or later!"

An Shuyao paused slightly, her graceful figure still, and repeated the two words once more.

Iron Shovel's face instantly turned red, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

……

Zhenbei City, Wunian Building.

In the most luxurious room on the top floor, a huge bouquet of 999 red roses is quietly placed in the center, with glistening water droplets still clinging to the petals, and a rich floral fragrance filling the air.

Yu Lan, Yu Ning, Qiu Hu, and Liu Zhiyu stood respectfully behind the bouquet, heads bowed, awaiting orders.

"Tap, tap."

The crisp sound of high heels broke the silence as Su Nianhe walked gracefully to the bouquet. Her fiery red dress swayed gently with each step, like a burning flame.

Her fingertips lightly touched the petals, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

The moment she turned around, her gentleness vanished, replaced by extreme coldness.

A cold voice suddenly rang out: "How is the interrogation going?"

Yu Lan immediately replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, we only captured some mid-level prisoners. They only know that we need to search for your whereabouts in Zhenbei City, Yu City, and Luonan City within half a month. They know nothing else."

"Luonan City?"

Su Nianhe sneered, walked to the throne, and sat down gracefully: "They've tacitly accepted the remaining forces under the Black King as my people."

"My lord, those survivors..."

Before Yu Lan could finish speaking, Su Nianhe interrupted her calmly: "Let them rest in peace in the most painful way."

After the four left, Su Nianhe's eyes blazed with crimson and golden flames, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of her lips: "My strength has been restored to its full glory. Kingdom, Guardian Envoy, I await your arrival."

"Half a month."

"Fleeting."

On the 33rd floor of the Zhen'erting Building, Lin Mu sat upright in a leather chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. His eyes remained calm as he continued, "Half a month from now, the first sword will pierce the heart of the kingdom."

Time flies, it's gone in the blink of an eye.

Half a month has passed—