Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

Chen Xing sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

He maintained a feigned sleep posture.

But his keen senses quietly focused on the back of the woman in the beige trench coat.

The woman walked to the connecting area between the carriages, seemingly looking at the scenery outside the window.

It paused for a moment, then continued on its way, disappearing into the carriage ahead.

The train continued its journey.

About an hour later, an announcement came over the loudspeaker that we were about to arrive at Nanling Station.

This was also Chen Xing's destination—one of the frontline cities of the Southern Theater Command.

The closest major transportation hub to the Blackstone mining area.

Chen Xing stood up, picked up his simple backpack, and followed the crowd toward the car door.

The car stopped, and the door opened.

He got off the train and walked onto the platform.

My gaze swept casually across the area and immediately fell upon the bustling crowd of travelers not far away.

I caught another glimpse of that tall figure in the beige trench coat from behind.

She was walking slowly towards the exit, seemingly getting off at this station as well.

Coincidence? Or...?

Chen Xing became even more vigilant, but he didn't stop and walked towards the exit as well.

He did not deliberately speed up or slow down, and always maintained a distance of about fifty meters from the woman.

Blending into the crowd, he was just like any other ordinary arriving passenger.

The two walked one after the other through the crowd and out of the train station.

Outside Nanling Station are a somewhat old-fashioned station square and several main roads leading to the city center.

Chen Xing didn't get into the car; instead, he turned around.

We turned into a relatively quiet, narrow alleyway on the side of the square, leading to the suburbs and the war zone highway.

He had walked less than twenty meters into the alley.

click, click, click...

Behind me, the previously unhurried footsteps of high heels suddenly became clear, fast, and firm!

At the same time, a force that had been receding before emerged.

It possessed a sharp aura that belonged to a mid-level martial artist of the third realm, with a clear sense of locking onto the target.

Like a drawn sword, it instantly locked onto him!

Chen Xing stopped and slowly turned around.

At the alley entrance, sunlight is cut off by the buildings on both sides, casting dappled light and shadow.

The woman in the beige trench coat stood at the intersection of light and shadow.

The buttons on her trench coat had been undone at some point, revealing a dark blue, form-fitting suit that accentuated her stunning curves.

The battle suit also seemed to be made of a special material, with a dull luster under the sunlight.

In her hand, a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent had appeared without her noticing.

Yet, the soft sword gleamed with a cold, silvery light under the sunlight!

The sword tip was lowered, but the blade was already three inches out of its sheath, gleaming coldly.

At this moment, Chen Xingcai finally saw her face clearly.

His features were so exquisite, as if meticulously sculpted by a craftsman.

Her large eyes were clear and bright, with unusual pale silver pupils, yet they were as cold as stars at this moment.

He had a high, straight nose, full lips, and skin as white as fine porcelain.

Her long, light pink hair was neatly tied into a high ponytail and hung down her back, adding a touch of competence to her heroic temperament.

But this face also has an almost sweet and soft contour.

Her cold gaze and the sharp aura emanating from her were striking.

And that powerful battle suit creates a striking contrast of beauty.

Especially that dark blue battle suit, which perfectly outlined his amazing curves.

Her arrogance was even more exaggerated than that of Qiu Wenwen, whom I encountered in the mission lobby before.

Encased in the tight-fitting suit, it practically leaps out.

However, Chen Xing's gaze was calmly fixed on the soft sword in her hand, which exuded a dangerous aura.

The woman's pale silver eyes sized Chen Xing up and down.

Their gaze lingered on his seemingly ordinary casual clothes and the face beneath his hat, as if trying to confirm something.

A few seconds later, she spoke coldly, her voice clear and melodious.

Yet it carried an undeniable air of authority and scrutiny:

"Are you from 'Shadow'?"

"Even at the lower level of the third realm, one can conceal one's aura to the point of almost disappearing, and subtly control the rhythm of physical strength, gait, and blood flow."

"They are all far beyond ordinary third-realm martial artists. Ordinary people don't have this kind of ability."

Chen Xing frowned slightly, his voice sounding somewhat low through his mask: "No."

"no?"

The woman's soft sword silently emerged from its sheath an inch, the blade emitting an extremely faint hum in the air.

The coldness in her eyes deepened.

"I've been observing you the whole way. From the moment you got in the car, your anti-tracking awareness, physical performance, and vigilance towards your surroundings."

"They are all far beyond what you perceive on the surface."

"At this time and in this direction, your destination can only be the Blackstone Mine."

"And that place now only houses a secret base of the 'Shadow' organization. How do you explain that?"

Chen Xing looked at her, his tone still calm: "I'm going to wipe out the Shadow strongholds."

"Elimination?"

A clear hint of doubt flashed in the woman's eyes, quickly turning into a mocking smile, but she did not sheath her sword.

"Purge? Solo? Lower-level three realms? You think I'd believe that nonsense?"

"The Shadow Stronghold is guarded by at least two mid-stage Fourth Realm experts. Are you going to wipe them out? Are you going to your death, or to deliver a message?"

Chen Xing was getting impatient with her continuous questioning.

With a slight thought, he raised his left wrist slightly.

Beneath his sleeve, the mission recorder's chip emitted a faint glow, a pale blue light.

The virtual screen projected was visible only to him and the woman in front of him.

His identity information as an SS+ student of Shenzhen Martial Arts University is clearly displayed above.

And the acceptance certificate and number for the S-level extermination mission, which shimmered with a dark gold border.

When the woman saw the dark gold SS+ logo and the clear S-level mission information...

The wariness and coldness in his eyes were instantly replaced by surprise and disbelief.

Her fingers, which were gripping the soft sword, unconsciously loosened.

"Shenzhen Martial Arts University...Chen Xing?"

Her gaze swept back and forth between Chen Xing's face and his identification information, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

"This year's...national top scorer?"

At the same time, Xiao Xiao's voice also quickly rang in Chen Xing's mind.

Accompanying this was a brief profile of the woman in front of me, just retrieved from the backend:

"Brother Xing, we've found it."

"Gu Xiaoyun, a sophomore at Jiangnan Martial Arts University, possesses the S-level talent [Spiritual Eye], and is at the middle of the three realms."

"The deputy battalion commander of the Zhentian Camp of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Academy, ranked first in overall strength among sophomores."

"He is a well-known genius demon hunter in the Southern Theater Command, known for his calmness, keenness, and strong insight."

"No criminal record, and no affiliation with the 'Shadow' organization."

"On the contrary, there are records showing that a student from Jiangnan Martial Arts University was assassinated by Shadow, indicating that the two sides were enemies."

The misunderstanding has been cleared up.

With a flick of her wrist, Gu Xiaoyun brought the thin, gossamer-thin soft sword to life.

It slipped silently into the scabbard inside her trench coat.

The cold scrutiny on her face quickly faded.

But a scrutinizing gaze and a barely perceptible hint of...curiosity still lingered in his eyes?

"Feel sorry,"

She spoke first, her voice softening slightly, but still retaining a businesslike efficiency.

"I was prejudiced."

"Shadows have been active in the area lately, and I was ordered to scout this place. Your behavior is indeed suspicious."

"But... you're taking on an S-rank mission all by yourself?"