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Chapter 160 North of the Han River, I Am King

Almost simultaneously, all the messengers of hell, including Hera, tensed up, as if they had received some kind of signal.

"The register of names has arrived." An elderly messenger took out a thick stack of envelopes.

Each messenger went and received a letter.

Seeing that Hara was also opening an envelope, Choi Si-an went over to watch the fun.

"The year of Gengzi, the month of Dinghai, the day of Yiwei, the hour of Chen (7:15 AM) —"

Cui Shi'an did the math in his head for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, only three years old?!"

"Hmm—" Hera sighed softly, clearly feeling sorry for the deceased.

"Are the kids easy to accommodate? Won't they be noisy and fussy?"

"That's why I was assigned here," she muttered as a child.

"Why?" Cui Shi'an asked curiously, "Is it because you're a girl, making it easier for children to lower their guard?"

Just as Hera was about to reply, a slightly sarcastic voice suddenly rang out: "The Messenger!"

The one who spoke up was once again the bespectacled messenger who had warned Cui Shi'an earlier.

He was staring coldly at Hara, his tone clearly displeased and carrying the oppressive air of a superior: "With official duties at hand, you still have the leisure to chat about irrelevant ghosts? Where is your discipline and professionalism? It seems Dongdaemun's training of its juniors is becoming increasingly lax!"

This merciless public reprimand made Hera's face turn pale instantly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened. She bit her lower lip, hurriedly lowered her head, and was about to apologize to her senior as usual: "Senior, I'm sorry, I just—"

"etc."

Before she could finish her apology, she was interrupted by a calm but cold voice.

Choi Si-an stepped forward, blocking Hera's path and shielding her behind him, his gaze fixed on the bespectacled messenger: "So, do you Hell Messengers also engage in workplace bullying?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding envoys changed slightly.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses' gaze instantly turned cold: "It's none of your business to tell me how to educate the younger generation!"

Cui Shi'an said calmly, "How dare I point fingers at you messengers of hell?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of the Hell Messengers present, finally settling on the face with the gold-rimmed glasses: "I just want to tell you that Messenger Ju is under my protection. In the future, you'd better be more polite when you speak to her."

"Pfft! Hahaha—"

After a brief silence, several of the younger envoys couldn't help but burst out laughing. Even the Golden Envoy from Zhonglu District twitched at the corner of his mouth, thinking that this newly promoted ghost was far too arrogant.

The man with the cigar raised an eyebrow with interest.

As for the envoy with the gold-rimmed glasses, he was so angry that he laughed, his face full of mockery and disdain: "You think you're in charge? A mere ghost dares to speak so arrogantly here? Who do you think you are? The magistrate of Hanyang Prefecture?!"

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Cui Shi'an's expression turned somewhat amused. The Prefect of Hanyang Prefecture? He seems far inferior to Big Beard, doesn't he?

"You seem to look down on ghosts and monsters?"

As he spoke, he casually took two steps toward the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, his movements natural, as if he simply wanted to get closer and clarify his points.

Most of the envoys' attention was drawn to his "theory" and his posture, thinking that he might want to argue his point.

However, Kim, who had dealt with Choi Si-an before, and the cigar man almost instinctively took a half-step back the moment he took his second step.

The moment they moved slightly, Cui Shi'an's eyes suddenly sharpened!

"I'll see who dares to boast so arrogantly!"

Before he finished speaking, the air around his right hand, which was loosely clenched, emitted a buzzing sound as if it were being compressed to an extreme degree!

An invisible yet terrifyingly sharp sword intent, accompanied by the sudden flash of his dark gold vertical pupils, slashed down at the envoy with the gold-rimmed glasses with lightning speed!

There were no flashy sword strikes, only a pure, sharp will that could cut through everything!

"What?!" The envoy with the gold-rimmed glasses never expected that the other party would dare to make a move without warning in front of so many colleagues!

In his haste, he only had time to condense a layer of protective Yin energy while desperately dodging to the side.

"Sizzle!"

The protective yin energy was torn apart like thin paper!

Although the blade's intent did not directly strike his body, the dissipated sharp energy precisely swept past the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose!

"Snap!"

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

The exquisite gold-rimmed glasses were neatly broken in two at the bridge, the lenses flying off and landing on the cold ground.

Although the bespectacled messenger himself was not injured, the sudden attack and the humiliation of his shattered glasses instantly enraged him!

A powerful, chilling spiritual pressure erupted from his body, and his eyes instantly turned a terrifying blood red!

"You're asking for it!!!"

He let out a low roar, and his body suddenly rose from the ground, transforming into a black shadow that shot straight into the night sky!

At the same time, the night sky, which had been relatively clear, rapidly gathered churning thunderclouds centered on him, with lightning bolts darting within and emitting a muffled roar!

Clearly, he was genuinely enraged and was about to unleash a wide-ranging offensive spell.

"Heh," Cui Shi'an looked up at the figure amidst the rolling thunderclouds and flashing blood-red eyes, showing no fear whatsoever, but instead letting out a cold laugh: "You think you can get away with anything just because you've flown into the sky?"

He took a deep breath, stomped his foot heavily, stretched his right arm back, and his body was like a fully drawn bow, clearly imitating the posture of "Cui Yuan" in his dream as he threw a short spear on the battlefield!

However, he did not have a physical short spear in his hand; it was a phantom formed by the energy within his body.

"Get down here!"

With a loud shout, Cui Shi'an exerted force from his waist and abdomen, twisted his body and turned his hips, and swung his right arm forward like a catapult!

"Buzz!!!"

This time, the spear was no longer invisible. Everyone could clearly see a spiraling energy tearing through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and shooting straight towards the blood-eyed figure in the air!

The bespectacled messenger in the air was fully focused on controlling the thunderclouds, never expecting that the opponent would have such a "remote sniping" tactic.

Moreover, the attack was too fast, the trajectory was unpredictable, and the power it contained made his heart tremble!

He hurriedly stopped casting the spell and tried to dodge, but it was too late!

"Bang!"

A dull thud, as if a heavy hammer had struck the leather.

The short spear struck him squarely in the chest!

"Ugh!" The bespectacled messenger let out a painful groan, and the yin energy and thunderclouds gathered around him instantly dissipated!

He fell straight down from several meters in the air like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust, looking utterly disheveled.

"senior!"

"Are you alright?!"

The envoys nearby then realized what was happening and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

His face was deathly pale, his suit jacket was visibly dented at the chest, and his breathing was erratic, clearly indicating he had suffered a severe shock injury.

"Do you need to be taken back to heal your wounds?" someone asked anxiously.

The golden envoy and the cigar-smoking man stood aside, watching this scene with shock and disbelief on their faces.

Especially the cigar-smoking man, who had threatened Choi Si-an just minutes before, yet the other party displayed such powerful ranged attack capabilities. They were clearly quite different during their last encounter—

Could it be that his strength increased so quickly just because he devoured a ghost immortal who was less than two hundred years old?!

Having landed a successful blow, Cui Shi'an slowly withdrew his stance and patted off non-existent dust from his hands.

He looked at the bespectacled messenger, who was being helped up by his companions, his face turning from white to pale, then from pale to green. His gaze was deep, and his tone was calm yet carried an overwhelming sense of pressure: "Now, am I qualified to protect her?"

Having lost face so terribly, especially in front of so many colleagues, the bespectacled man trembled with rage. His bloodshot eyes flashed again, and he pushed away the person supporting him, wanting to pounce on them again and fight: "You bastard! I—"

"Senior! Calm down!"

"Official business comes first!"

"Deal with the souls of those who perished in the fire first!" The other messengers hurriedly tried to stop him.

It's clear that this ghost has the upper hand now, and it seems to be acting recklessly. If the fight continues, the senior will probably suffer even greater losses, delaying important matters, and no one can bear the blame from above.

Hara was also shocked. She didn't expect Choi Si-an to take action for her sake, and to be so—ruthless.

She quickly ran over, bowing repeatedly to the bespectacled man and apologizing, "Senior, I'm so sorry! I'm really so sorry!"

He... he's mentally unstable, please don't take it to heart—"

Then, while pushing Cui Shi'an forcefully, he said anxiously in a low voice, "Hey! Are you crazy! Go! Go now! Don't cause me any trouble!"

Cui Shi'an was pushed back a few steps by her. Looking at the group of hell messengers with complicated expressions, especially the bespectacled man who was being helped and looked aggrieved, he felt a surge of emotion in his chest.

He stopped abruptly, deliberately raising his voice to ensure everyone could hear him, his tone brimming with arrogance and domineering: "If anyone dares to speak to you like that again, no matter who they are..."

His gaze swept over every messenger of hell present, finally settling on the cigar-smoking man's face. He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice ringing out: "Just say my name!"

He paused, a smug smile playing on his lips: "South of the Han River is hard to say, but north of the Han River—I've got it covered!"

After saying that, he ignored everyone's reactions, waved to Hera, turned around, and swaggered away.

The expressions of the group of hell messengers behind him were priceless. This guy—he's too arrogant!

As for the cigar-smoking man, he was practically kicking himself.

Only Hera, watching his departing figure and glancing at the various gazes of her seniors around her, scrunched up her face, on the verge of tears: "It's over—this time I'm really going to be tormented to death—"