Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

Previously on: "How do you want to die?"

"Before me, there are no princes, only people who deserve to die."

Shen Jinglong's voice was like a sword, piercing deeply into the heart of Prince Anle.

The face of the Prince of Anle was as white as paper.

He finally realized that he had really messed things up this time.

Shen Jinglong is a madman; he really dares to kill him!

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Prince Anle's voice trembled; he raised his hands and cried out urgently, "Shen Jinglong! You can't kill me!"

"Oh? Give me a reason."

Shen Jinglong did not move his foot; it remained on the assassin's face, blood seeping out from the sole of his shoe.

"I...I know everything you want to know!" King Anle cried out anxiously, "Seven years ago! The Shen family! And...and the Holy Lord!"

Shen Jinglong's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Go on."

"I...I can tell you, but you have to promise to spare my life!" King Anle said, trembling.

"You have no right to negotiate."

Shen Jinglong suddenly exerted force with his foot.

"Snap!"

The assassin's cheekbone was crushed, and he let out a piercing scream.

Prince Anle was so frightened that he no longer cared about his dignity as a prince and knelt down with a thud.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

He scrambled to his knees before Shen Jinglong, tears streaming down his face.

"Seven years ago, I was indeed ordered to destroy the Shen family! But I was merely the executor! The one who truly gave the order was... the Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord?"

Shen Jinglong sneered, "I want to see him."

"He...he's right here!"

King Anle suddenly pointed to the hidden compartment behind him, his voice sharp.

"Your Majesty! Come out quickly! This madman is trying to kill me!"

The private room was filled with an atmosphere of terror.

No one responded.

King Anle's expression grew even more grim. He glanced back at the hidden compartment, then turned back, a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Maybe...maybe I was just startled."

"Azure Dragon".

Shen Jinglong ignored his explanation and said indifferently.

"Drag that 'Holy Lord' out here."

Alright!

The Azure Dragon grinned maliciously and strode towards the hidden compartment.

He reached inside and pulled out a person dressed in a black robe and wearing a silver mask.

The man struggled as he was dragged out.

Qinglong slapped him across the face.

"Behave yourself! Stop pretending!"

The man was knocked off his mask, which flew off, revealing the face of an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a face full of scars.

"Wow! This is the legendary, mysterious Holy Lord?"

Qinglong looked him up and down as if he had seen something rare, a mocking smile on his lips.

"I thought it would be at least three heads and six arms, with blood flowing from all seven orifices, but it's just this?"

Shen Jinglong looked at that face, his eyes growing colder.

He walked up to the man, reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

"You are the Holy Lord?"

The man's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something but dared not speak.

Shen Jinglong sneered and released his grip.

"King Anle, do you really think you can just find some Tom, Dick, or Harry, put on a mask, and pretend to be the 'Holy Lord' to fool me?"

He turned around, his eyes filled with mockery.

"You think I don't know the true 'Holy Lord'?"

He paused, his voice growing even lower.

"Like you, are you also a lackey of that big shot in the capital?"

boom!

Upon hearing this, both Prince Anle and Princess Huimin's expressions changed drastically!

King Anle stared wide-eyed, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Princess Huimin's face was frighteningly pale. She bit her lip tightly, clutched her sleeves, and trembled slightly.

"How...how did you know?"

King Anle finally managed to utter a sentence.

"How could I not know?"

Shen Jinglong walked to the window, looking at the dark mass of Dragon Guard troops outside, his voice eerily calm.

"Seven years ago, on the night the Shen family was massacred, you and the Holy Lord appeared in the capital at the same time. Afterwards, you were granted the title of Prince Anle and stationed in Cangcheng. The Holy Lord, on the other hand, became the front man for that powerful figure in the capital to secretly control public opinion and eliminate dissidents."

"You two, one in the open and one in the shadows, work together seamlessly."

He turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"But in the end, you're all just vicious dogs kept by that big shot."

King Anle's face turned completely ashen.

It's been exposed.

It's been completely exposed.

"But...but you have no evidence!" he roared, forcing out his last shred of courage. "Shen Jinglong! You have no evidence!"

"evidence?"

Shen Jinglong laughed, a laugh full of mockery.

"Black Tortoise."

"exist."

Xuanwu's voice came through the earphone.

"Show him what evidence is."

In less than ten seconds, a huge projection screen suddenly lit up on the wall of the private room.

On the screen were shocking chains of evidence.

Anle Wang's money laundering records involving collusion with overseas forces.

Internal documents from the Holy Lord Organization regarding its manipulation of public opinion in the capital.

And the most devastating thing—a photo of a secret rendezvous from seven years ago.

In the photo, King Anle, a masked sage, and a mysterious figure with their back to the camera are sitting around a round table.

There was a document on the table.

The document's heading clearly displays four large characters: "The Shen family shall be executed."

When King Anle saw the photo, he was struck dumb and collapsed to the ground.

"This...this is impossible...how could this photo be..."

"You think you've covered your tracks perfectly?"

Shen Jinglong walked up to him and looked down at him.

"My father saw through your plot back then and made preparations long ago. For the past seven years, while I appeared to be in the North, I was actually waiting, waiting for you to make a mistake."

"Now, your weaknesses are so great that they could bury you all."

He kicked Prince Anle in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Trying to pull a fast one in front of me? Do you think I'm a fool, or that your master is a god?"

King Anle lay on the ground, coughing up blood continuously, his eyes filled with despair.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Princess Huimin trembled violently as she watched this scene.

She knew she couldn't escape either.

"Brother Jinglong,"

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

"Don't call me brother."

Shen Jinglong interrupted her, his eyes cold.

"You don't deserve it."

He turned around and looked at the fake "Holy Lord" who was being pinned to the ground by the Azure Dragon.

"Who are you?"

The man gritted his teeth and refused to utter a sound.

Shen Jinglong wasn't in a hurry. He walked up to the man and squatted down.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. Anyway, you're just a scapegoat. I'll have Qinglong give you a good welcome later."

He stood up and looked at the Prince of Anle, who was slumped on the ground.

"Prince Anle, do you think you can save your life by sending out a substitute?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"Too naive."

Just then, Xuanwu's urgent voice suddenly came from Qinglong's communicator.

"Commander Long! According to our investigation, we have uncovered the true identity of this fake Holy Lord!"

"He is the Holy Lord Organization's third deacon in Cangcheng, codenamed 'Shadow,' specializing in assassinations and defections."

Shen Jinglong's eyes sharpened.

"Deacon Number Three? So, there are Number One and Number Two above him?"

"That's right." Xuanwu's voice grew even more solemn. "Moreover, according to the internal documents we deciphered, the true Holy Lord has never left the capital."

His true identity remains a mystery.

Shen Jinglong fell silent.

It seems that the enemy I am facing is far larger than I imagined.

He looked at the Prince of Anle on the ground, his eyes growing colder.

"King Anle, you have one last chance."

His voice was deep and dangerous.

"Tell me, what exactly happened seven years ago? What is that so-called 'ancient map' in my father's possession that made you want to wipe out my entire family?"

King Anle lay on the ground, covered in blood, his breath faint.

He knew he had reached a dead end.

Rather than being tortured to death, it's better to take a chance and see if you can find a way to survive.

I said,

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes unfocused.

"Seven years ago, your father, Shen Xiaotian, accidentally obtained an ancient map. That map is related to the dragon vein's fortune of the entire Dragon Kingdom."

"That important figure in the capital, in order to obtain that map, sent me and the Holy Lord to join forces, sparing no expense to seize it."

"But your father is too cunning; he'd rather his whole family be buried alive than reveal the map's whereabouts."

"We've searched for seven years, and found nothing."

Shen Jinglong clenched his fists tightly.

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out that the truth behind the massacre of the Shen family is actually related to the fate of the Dragon Kingdom!

Where is that picture now?

His voice was extremely low, but every word carried overwhelming killing intent.

King Anle gave a bitter laugh and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Do you think I'd tell you?"

"Bang!"

Shen Jinglong stepped on his hand.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

"ah--!"

King Anle let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is that picture?"

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

King Anle completely broke down, and he roared:

"The ancient map... the ancient map isn't in our hands! We've been searching for it for seven years!"

"Back then, the old man of the Shen family entrusted it to... to the Qin family, your betrothed since childhood!"

"Qin Xuerong's father is the one who truly knows the whereabouts of the ancient map!"

boom!

Shen Jinglong's body jolted violently, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Qin family?

Xue Rong's father?

Just then, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly started vibrating wildly.

Caller ID: Qin Xuerong.

An ominous premonition instantly welled up in my heart.