Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

"The Luo Wang organization has committed numerous evils and disrupted our court. Today, by imperial decree, we will eradicate it completely, leaving no one alive!"

The leading general of the Northern Qi side roared and launched the first attack.

At the same time, the short sword in Shadow's hand trembled slightly, and dozens of swordsmen from the Sixth Division behind him transformed into streaks of black lightning, rushing straight into the valley.

The sounds of fighting instantly shook the heavens and the earth.

Despite the desperate resistance of the assassins from Luo Wang, and with experts like Jing Ni and Yan Ri in command, their defenses continued to shrink in the face of the combined onslaught from the elite forces of both nations.

The sword light in Yan Ri's hand was like a blood-red setting sun; every strike took a life. But at this moment, he was also tightly entangled by the shadow.

Shadow's sword is fast, ruthless, and unpredictable, representing the pinnacle of assassination swordsmanship in the world. Although Sun is strong and only a half-step Grandmaster, so is Shadow. In addition, he also has to relieve the pressure on the other assassins, so he cannot concentrate on fighting. Therefore, he is struggling against Shadow and has already suffered several wounds.

"It seems that today is the day the Net will be destroyed." Shadow struck down Yanri with a sword.

"Hmph, what wishful thinking!"

At this critical moment—

boom!

An incomparably terrifying aura, as if the heavens had collapsed, suddenly descended upon the Valley of Fallen Souls.

The originally noisy fighting fell into a brief silence under the oppressive aura.

Everyone felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to breathe, and their weapons felt incredibly heavy.

"Who goes there?!"

Shadow's pupils suddenly contracted, and he retreated rapidly, abandoning his pursuit of Yan Ri and warily looking towards the valley entrance.

Amidst the billowing dust, a burly figure slowly approached.

He wore a bamboo hat and a hideous mask. His black clothes made him look ancient and mysterious. With his hands behind his back, he strolled into the battlefield of carnage as if the thousands of troops around him were nothing but air.

It was none other than the Bad Commander, Yuan Tiangang!

"A bunch of ants, how dare they touch my men?"

Yuan Tiangang's voice was hoarse and deep, yet it clearly penetrated the ears of everyone present, making their eardrums ache.

"Playing tricks!"

The ninth-rank expert from Northern Qi snorted coldly, his figure flashing forward as his long saber, imbued with the force of a thunderbolt, slashed down at Yuan Tiangang's head, shouting, "Die!"

This strike, imbued with his life's work, was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

However, faced with this earth-shattering strike, Yuan Tiangang didn't even raise his head. He simply raised his right hand and gently pinched it between two fingers.

Ding!

A crisp, metallic vibrato rang out.

That precious sword, capable of cutting through steel, was firmly held between Yuan Tiangang's two fingers, unable to advance even an inch further!

"How...how is this possible?!"

The Northern Qi expert's eyes widened in horror, his face filled with terror. He desperately channeled his inner energy, trying to pull back his longsword, only to find it seemingly embedded in his opponent's fingers, completely immovable. Yuan Tiangang channeled his inner force through his fingertips, and with a crisp "crack," the longsword, forged from a hundred-times-refined steel, shattered inch by inch!

Immediately afterwards, he casually waved his hand, and the countless fragments transformed into countless cold rays of light, carrying unparalleled qi, which swept back at a speed several times faster than when they came.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was enough to make one's teeth ache. The ninth-rank expert from Northern Qi didn't even have time to scream before his body was instantly pierced by countless fragments. He flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily to the ground and dying on the spot!

"Grandmaster!!"

Shadow's horrified voice changed tone, even trembling slightly as it blurted out.

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Whether they were the remaining masters of Northern Qi or the swordsmen of the Six Ministries of Southern Qing, their faces turned ashen, their eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

Grandmaster!

What do these three words represent in the world? They represent an existence that transcends the mortal realm, almost divine! There are only four universally acknowledged Grandmasters, yet now, behind this web of deception stands a Grandmaster?!

What made them even more chilled was that a fifth Grandmaster had appeared in the world without anyone noticing!

"Now that you know who I am, why don't you accept your death?"

Yuan Tiangang snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the next instant, he appeared before the shadow like a ghost. The shadow's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and it instinctively raised its short sword to parry, but in the face of absolute power, all its skills seemed pale and powerless.

"Bang!"

Yuan Tiangang seemingly casually struck out with his palm, completely ignoring the shadow's defense, and the palm landed on his chest.

Shadow was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the distant mountain wall. Rocks tumbled down, and his fate was unknown.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

Yuan Tiangang's figure flickered continuously in the Valley of Fallen Souls, and with each pause, someone would fall down.

Whether they were the elite swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau or the assassins of Northern Qi, they were all like lambs to the slaughter in front of him.

He doesn't even need to use any special moves; a mere tremor of his protective aura or a casual punch or kick is enough to take a number of lives.

escape?

In the presence of a grandmaster, the act of fleeing is a joke.

In just a few dozen breaths, the once deafeningly loud battle cries of Fallen Valley fell completely silent. The heavy stench of blood filled the air, making one want to vomit.

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

Aside from the assassins of the Luo Wang organization kneeling respectfully on the ground, there were only two outsiders still breathing in the arena—the heavily injured and dying Shadow, and the strongest of the Northern Qi people, who was now kneeling on the ground with a missing arm, a peak ninth-rank expert.

Yuan Tiangang stood with his hands behind his back in front of the two men, looking down at them as if he were a god or demon looking down on ants.

He didn't kill the two men, not out of kindness, but because the dead can't pass on messages.

"Cough cough..." Shadow struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble. His mask was already half shattered, revealing a blood-soaked chin. His eyes were filled with awe and fear of power.

Yuan Tiangang spoke slowly, his voice icy and chilling:

"Go back and tell your master that the Net only does business and doesn't discuss state affairs. We remain neutral, pay for our services, and act fairly and impartially."

At this point, an even more terrifying pressure erupted from him, causing the two of them to spit out another mouthful of blood and almost faint.

"If there is a next time, and they dare to touch the slightest part of my net..."

Yuan Tiangang leaned slightly forward, his gaze, emanating from beneath his mask, like two sharp swords piercing the hearts of the two men.

"Let them see if their respective grandmasters can stop me!" Chen Pingping looked at the figure being carried into the Observation Hall, covered in blood and barely breathing. His face, which usually wore a cold smile, was now filled with shock.

Who is Shadow? He is his most trusted bodyguard, the head of the Sixth Bureau, the number one assassin in the world, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth rank, and he is only one step away from becoming a grandmaster.

But now, he's been beaten up like this?

"Dean..." Shadow opened his eyes with difficulty, his voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz, "Grand...Grandmaster...the fifth...Grandmaster..."

"What?!"