The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Oh la la la la..."

The residents of the ancient city were stunned once again.

In the city's alleys, wells, waterways, the second floor of taverns, the entrance to the pear orchard, the window of the tofu seller's house, and all sorts of other chaotic places, a large number of strange people wearing mahjong hoods and various colored Taoist robes suddenly appeared.

They wielded a wide variety of weapons, and their skill effects were so numerous that they caused light pollution.

Faced with a city full of poisonous insects, they were fearless and rushed to catch them. Some even excitedly tore the insects apart with their bare hands after catching one and flaunted them on their heads.

The people of the ancient city once suspected that another group of bandits had entered the city.

They were only relieved when they discovered that the bandits only killed poisonous insects and did not harm people; at most, they would steal some things and people.

"Bandits!"

The Poison Master's composure vanished whenever he saw bandits.

He was speechless and furious, especially when he saw the dice floating up in a horizontal position.

"Hey, we meet again, old poisoner. Have you found the Light of the Sky yet?"

Poison Ancestor had no interest in chatting with Song Gua.

He took immediate action, unleashing a highly poisonous thunderstorm.

Song Gua borrowed the Night King's power and immediately used his talent to become ethereal on the spot.

No matter how the Poison Ancestor attacked, Song Gua no longer existed; he could only fight against thin air.

After he finished his combo, Song Gua reappeared leisurely, still in the same position lying in mid-air.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, have you found it yet?"

The Poison Ancestor was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The old man Wanglong, who was standing nearby, noticed that Song Gua and the bandits in the city who hunted poisonous insects were dressed similarly, so he asked.

"Are you and the people in the city all from the outside world?"

"Good, brave warrior, do you know where the Light of the Sky is?"

"The light of the sky that you speak of is actually the holy light that our city guards, which has already been taken away by that girl."

"A girl? A?"

"Jia? Yes, she calls herself Jia Shilan."

"Holy crap!"

Song Gua is not laughing.

The Light of the Sky was somehow beaten to it.

Where did she go?

"I can't tell you that. We have to protect those who receive the Holy Light. The outside world still needs her to save it."

Song Gua said solemnly.

"Old man, you've been fooled. That woman is a thief. She can't save a chicken... She can't save the world. But I'm different."

"Who are you……"

"Standing before you now is the commander-in-chief of a three million bandit army, the strongest max-level professional, a master of the Spirit Illusion Path, a source power cultivator who can slash with divine speed and punch against ancestral-level beings, the most handsome man in the world!"

Old Man Wanglong: "..."

Although the old man didn't understand much, he could tell that there was definitely an element of exaggeration in it.

Especially the last sentence.

Having learned that the Light of the Sky had been taken, the Poison Ancestor no longer cared about the ancient city and used his Poisonous Sound skill to search for Jia Shilan.

After some exploration, Poison Ancestor seemed to have made a discovery.

Just as he was about to give chase, a halberd was placed in front of him.

"Thieves, don't run!"

Given his current condition, Elder Wanglong is fully capable of stopping the Poison Ancestor.

At least in terms of physical attributes like speed and strength, he is no worse than the Poison Ancestor.

The Poison Ancestor was entangled with him and unable to break free for the time being.

Not only could he not pursue Jia Shilan, but he also had to be careful, as the old man Wanglong's light path had reached a state of perfection and posed a threat to the Poison Ancestor.

That's where the problem comes in.

Poison Ancestor can't leave, but no one can stop Song Gua.

"Haha, I knew it! Going against the Poison Ancestor is bound to work! Come on, you've killed all the poisonous insects, so stop harassing innocent women in the city and go find Jia Shilan!"

At Song Gua's command, the bandits scattered like birds and beasts.

Some stayed in the city to search, while others withdrew from the ancient city in four directions to conduct a thorough search outside the city.

This world is not very big.

Song Gua has over 30,000 bandits with him. If they spread out, finding Jia Shilan shouldn't be a problem.

If he really can't find it, Song Gua will just accept his fate, perhaps he's destined to be forever separated from the light of the sky.

Considering that the Night Owl worked for over three hundred years to obtain the Light of the Sky, it's understandable that I might not get it myself.

Seeing the bandits going to find Jia Shilan, the Poison Ancestor was extremely anxious.

"Why have so many bandits come in? The Path to Heaven shouldn't have let so many people in!"

Suddenly, the Poison Ancestor thought of something.

In the Red Sky Road, he saw that the dice had the ability to split into two.

"Could it be...?"

The Poison Ancestor had an absurd idea.

Are all bandits actually clones of one particular bandit?

If that's the case, then many of the strange things about bandits in the past can be explained!

However, this does not conform to the balance of the professional system.

It's impossible for any profession to create so many clones, each one so powerful, seemingly independent, and capable of existing for such a long time.

Even a miracle couldn't do that.

Moreover, the Song hexagram does not have a divine transformation.

The Path of Spiritual Illusion?

According to reports from the Transcendent Ones in the Yingtian Army, no Spirit Illusionists were found among the bandits.

Without spirit illusionists, how can there be a spirit illusion path?

That's why Poison Ancestor felt his idea was absurd.

Because no reasonable explanation could be found.

But the Poison Ancestor wasn't such a rigid person.

Just because something can't be explained doesn't mean it's impossible.

He felt that he was getting closer to the truth about the bandits, a mysterious force that had been giving the Federation a headache for a long time.

Coming to his senses, the old man Wanglong's battle halberd was already slashing at his face. Poison Ancestor hurriedly opened his black umbrella and released a large green smoke screen shield to defend himself.

"Get out of my way! If you block my way again, I will slaughter every last one of the people in this city!"

The Poison Ancestor is about to get serious.

His posture suggested he was ready to transform into a deity at any moment.

Wanglong the Elder will not retire.

At this moment, he is burning his life force to regain his youth and peak power.

This means that he died when the battle ended.

There is no way out, so there is no room for retreat.

"Our people have no cowards! The bandits must not run rampant!"

The old man Wanglong wielded his halberd with dazzling flourishes, and a nine-headed golden dragon appeared on the halberd, exuding a majestic aura.

"go!"

The old man Wanglong swept his halberd across the ancient city, causing ripples to spread through the air, as if trying to shake the very fabric of this small world.

The nine-headed golden dragon followed the light blades unleashed by the battle halberd, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the Poison Ancestor.

The Poison Ancestor directly transformed into a god, and huge thorny branches grew from his back, suddenly thrusting out seven or eight, neutralizing the attack of the Dragon-Gazing Elder.

"In that case, let this forgotten city remain here forever!"

Just as the Poison Ancestor was about to massacre the city.

Two figures flew in from afar.

One foot treads on an ice bridge, the other on raging fire; one flees, the other pursues.

The Poison Ancestor frowned slightly.

His gaze locked onto the distant sky, and he noticed that even more people were arriving.

Many people have come up from the Heavenly Path.

Even though this world is small, it still has some area, and the location where the people who come up appear is random.

Everyone is actually figuring it out.

The strange red light phenomenon just now successfully attracted them all.

Behind Wang Miao and Qian Chongxue were Zhao Long, the newly appointed captain of the law enforcement department, and seven rebel leaders including Cailong, Yunyang, and Chiniu.

And the leaders of the three major clans and the five major guild alliances.