Godslayer: Jiahao Gets Stronger? Starting with a Big Chicken with Sauce

Hongying had just received an urgent location from Zhao Kongcheng, saying that Ghost Face King had appeared near an abandoned factory in the old city, so she grabbed her red-tasseled spear and rushed over.

When she arrived at the scene, the tip of the gun was still dripping with rain, her high ponytail was disheveled by the wind, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks.

Her gaze swept quickly around the room before pausing.

Zhao Kongcheng leaned against a section of broken wall, his left arm wound still bleeding. He looked disheveled, but his complexion was alright.

Hongying's eyes lit up, and the taut string suddenly relaxed by more than half.

"Old Zhao! Are you alright?"

"By the way, when I arrived just now, I suddenly sensed a terrifying aura, which seemed to be nearby."

"Could it be that Michael's agent has reappeared? I could feel that oppressive aura even from three blocks away."

Zhao Kongcheng's expression was strange. It was true that Michael's agent was here.

But it wasn't the other party who made the commotion.

Seeing that Zhao Kongcheng remained silent, Hongying asked again, "Old Zhao, where is the Ghost-Faced King? That monster dared to ambush me last time, and this time I'll make him pay in blood! Is it hiding?"

Zhao Kongcheng fell silent. His gaze passed over Hongying's shoulder, pointed to the mess not far away, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Hongying, look over there."

Hongying followed his gaze.

Thirty meters away, there was a large patch of ground in front of the abandoned factory with marks left by some kind of force.

The ground collapsed, creating a shallow pit nearly fifty meters in diameter, with some grayish-white debris scattered at the bottom.

Hongying was taken aback: "What is that?"

"That's the Ghost-Faced King."

"???"

Hongying turned her head, her expression freezing, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

"What did you say?"

Zhao Kongcheng leaned against the broken wall and took a deep breath:

"The Demon King is gone; there aren't even many fragments left."

"One cut. Just one cut."

"The Masked King was gone before he even had a chance to cry out."

Hongying turned her head sharply and asked curiously, "Who did it? Could it be this young man next to you? Is he the divine representative of Michael that you mentioned?"

"He was indeed Michael's agent, but the one who truly killed the Demon-Faced King was..."

As Zhao Kongcheng finished speaking, he looked in a certain direction with an extremely complicated expression.

Hongying followed his gaze.

Wang Jia'ao stood on a relatively clean open space a dozen meters away, his hands in his pockets, his head slightly tilted back, as if admiring the artwork he had just left in the sky.

"Wang Jia'ao?"

Hongying's voice rose, "You???"

Wang Jia'ao finally turned around and smiled slightly at her:

"Sister Hongying, you're a little late."

"You should have run faster after that commotion, so you could have seen how I parted my hair in the middle."

Hongying: "???"

[Jiahao Value +30]

[Current Jiahao Value: 3336]

Hongying's mind went blank for a full three seconds before she turned to Zhao Kongcheng.

Are you serious?

Zhao Kongcheng gave a bitter laugh: "I saw it with my own eyes. He snatched the Star Blade from my hand, raised it, and swung it down once, and that was it."

Moreover, my Star Blade is shattered.

Hongying's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the shattered fragments on the ground.

The fragments were scattered in the muddy water not far from Wang Jia'ao's feet, their surfaces still retaining a very faint luster, but they were already broken beyond recognition.

She recognized it as Zhao Kongcheng's Star Blade.

However, it is said that even gods might not be able to crush the Star Blade of the Night Watchmen.

And now it's just like this...

Broken?

Seeing the change in Hongying's expression, Wang Jia'ao's smile widened slightly.

"I'll report the matter of Ghost Face King ambushing you for you."

"No need to thank me, this is simply what a person of high status should do."

Hongying: "......."

[Jiahao Value +30]

Hongying snapped out of her daze: "You call that 'casual' strike?"

"yes."

Wang Jia'ao nodded confidently, "Otherwise what? Am I supposed to set up a formation, chant a spell, burn incense, bathe, and kowtow three times and nine times before drawing my sword? What difference would that make me from those charlatans who pretend to be gods and ghosts?"

Hongying closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before she could barely calm her turbulent emotions. Then she looked at Wang Jia'ao and asked curiously.

"How did you do that? Aren't you a master?"

"Yes, I am Zhan Jing."

Wang Jia'ao shrugged.

"Who says someone in the Zhan Realm can't fight someone in the Chuan Realm? My strength today is entirely due to my hard work and dedication, and has nothing to do with talent or opportunity."

Hongying: "......."

[Jiahao Value +30]

[Current Jiahao Value: 3396]

Hongying turned to Zhao Kongcheng: "Old Zhao, are you sure you're not dreaming? Or are you hallucinating because Ghost-Faced King hit you on the head?"

"I saw it with both eyes."

Zhao Kongcheng pointed at himself, "And look at this sky, look at this ground, look at all these injuries I'm covered in. Do you really think I came all this way just to fool you?"

Hongying looked up at the stars in the sky again and fell silent.

It was raining heavily, but then all the dark clouds disappeared.

Has the world gone so mad that I no longer recognize it?

"I see."

Hongying finally let out a breath, shouldered her red-tasseled spear, and said, "Alright, let's go back first. The captain and the others should be arriving soon."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the alley entrance, but after taking two steps, she looked back at Wang Jia'ao.

This guy is definitely cheating.

Wang Jia'ao felt her gaze and waved at her:

"Sister Hongying, don't look at me like that."

If you want to learn, I can take you as my apprentice, but let me make it clear first: when I choose an apprentice, I consider innate talent, comprehension, and appearance—all are indispensable.

Well... you barely passed.

"You are very rude, Wang Jia'ao."

"My surname is not Lu."

Hongying's face immediately darkened: "Get lost."

[Jiahao Value +30]

[Current Jiahao Value: 3426]

She quickened her pace and left quickly.

After walking a dozen steps, she heard Wang Jia'ao's smiling voice behind her.

"Uncle Zhao, your knife broke, do you want me to pay for it? But let me make it clear first, I'm a student, I'm poor."

At most, I'll treat you to a meal of grilled cold noodles from the school gate, with two eggs.

Zhao Kongcheng's voice rang out, tinged with three parts exasperation and seven parts helplessness: "Get out!!!"

Hongying shook her head, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved into a smile.

Under the moonlight, she walked away, carrying her red-tasseled spear.

At least, Old Zhao didn't die.

She had a bad feeling about it, but now she can finally relax.

Just then, as if he had made up his mind, Lin Qiye suddenly called out to Zhao Kongcheng, who was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Zhao Kongcheng! I have something to tell you!!!"

Wang Jia'ao suddenly stopped, and indescribable thoughts surfaced in his mind.

Could it be that...

Yes......

Zhao Kongcheng, I declare my love for you?