Soul-Slaying Maiden: Master Of Ancient Divine Weapons

"Hahaha, Captain Han, did you take gunpowder? Watch your words, watch your words."

Zhang Xiaobei still kept that harmless smile on his face as he walked over, speaking.

Just as he was about to get close, the dagger hidden in his sleeve was suddenly gripped in his hand. Zhang Xiaobei's harmless smile remained frozen on his face.

The sharp blade, catching Han Zhen off guard, slashed towards him.

His speed was quick, but someone was even quicker.

Before Zhang Xiaobei could react, Han Zhen slapped his face with his palm. All his strength surged into his right hand, slamming him hard onto the ground.

BOOM!

A solid impact, Zhang Xiaobei's head hit the ground, spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from the point of impact.

Han Zhen exuded an intimidating white aura, and both Kai Ji and Rest Ji were instantly released.

Seeing this, the surrounding Guardians were dumbfounded.

'Zhang Xiaobei, a third-tier spiritual contract master and a member of the Deep Blue City's first team, was pinned to the ground in just one move?'

'This was just too absurd, too brutal!'

"You—"

BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Han Zhen, expressionless, pressed Zhang Xiaobei's head to the ground, rubbing it back and forth. Splattered blood lightly stained the entire Guardian Organization building red.

The onlookers gulped one after another.

But Han Zhen showed no sign of stopping.

"Has anyone ever told you that your smile really deserves a beating?"

"That rule about not hitting a smiling face? That applies to others. Me? I specifically beat up smirking bastards like you."

Zhang Xiaobei opened his mouth, trying to speak, but under Han Zhen's dual Ji-powered state, he couldn't even struggle.

"ENOUGH!"

Finally, Zhao Hu stormed out of the elevator, his voice thundering.

Seeing Zhao Hu appear, all the Guardians collectively sighed in relief.

BOOM!

Zhang Xiaobei's head was slammed into the ground again.

Zhao Hu's eyelids twitched as he coldly said, his tone icy and stern: "I said enough. Didn't you hear me?"

"You say it's enough, and it's enough? Did I say it's enough?"

Han Zhen laughed, lifting Zhang Xiaobei entirely off the ground.

He was determined to humiliate Zhao Hu in front of everyone. Han Zhen wanted all the Guardians to see that if he wanted to beat someone, even Zhao Hu couldn't protect them.

Behind his back, Zhao Hu clenched his fist tightly.

In his earpiece, a subordinate's voice came through.

"Captain, the video of Han Zhen fighting in the Guardian Organization building has been uploaded to headquarters as you instructed. But…"

"But what?"

"But headquarters replied that this is an internal matter of Deep Blue City's Guardian Organization, and you need to handle it yourself…"

"What did you say?"

Hearing this reply, Zhao Hu froze.

What he didn't know was that when his subordinate sent the video to headquarters, it was immediately flagged and forwarded directly to third-in-command Su Mingxuan.

The moment Su Mingxuan saw Han Zhen, he shivered.

He zoomed in on the video, slowed it down, and when he saw the white aura emanating from Han Zhen as he attacked, his jaw dropped wide enough to fit a whole egg.

"Eight Lock Fist!"

Su Mingxuan wasn't Zhao Hu, nor was he one of those ignorant commoners.

As the third-in-command of the Guardian Organization, he had seen and knew much more.

The moment he saw Han Zhen's moves, he recognized this unique fist technique. But even more shocking than the technique itself was the identity of its owner.

One of the highest figures in the entire Great Xia.

The head of the greatest family in the nation.

The man who single-handedly turned the tide and saved Great Xia during its time of crisis, the only recipient of the highest honor, the Crimson Sun Medal.

"The Eight Lock Fist is only taught by that person, and only to his eight students. Those eight students are now the bigshots of their respective war zones."

"This young man in the video, named Han Zhen, also knows the Eight Lock Fist?"

'Does that mean…he was also one of that person's students?'

'The ninth student?'

Thinking of this, Su Mingxuan felt like he had stumbled upon something monumental. He immediately became anxious.

Even with his position, he had no authority to inquire about matters related to that person.

Realizing this, Su Mingxuan quickly called the staffer who had processed the video, instructing them to dismiss it with any excuse.

Far away in Deep Blue City, Zhao Hu had no idea that the excuse given to dismiss him came directly from Su Mingxuan.

Perplexed, he asked his subordinate, "What about the Supervisory Group co-established by all the war zones? Didn't you send the video to them as well?"

"The Supervisory Group…they said the young man in the video is skilled and asked if he'd like to join them…"

"Damn it!" Zhao Hu, furious, ripped the earpiece from his ear and slammed it to the ground. "What kind of bureaucratic nonsense is this?"

Coming from Zhao Hu's mouth, that statement was ironic, like a self-introduction.

Meanwhile, in the center of the hall, Zhang Xiaobei hung limp, looking like a dying fish.

The Guardians' gazes all turned toward Zhao Hu.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Hu, for the first time, swallowed his anger and asked, "Han Zhen, what exactly are you here for?"

Zhao Hu's compromise was immediately misinterpreted by the other Guardians.

He…actually backed down to Han Zhen.

"What am I here for?"

"I'm here to beat you up."

Han Zhen's words made Zhao Hu's face turn alternately pale and green.

He had witnessed Han Zhen's strength before. Not even a third-tier Rover could defeat him. If it came to a fight, Zhao Hu wasn't confident he could win.

A fight was out of the question.

Zhao Hu forced himself to calm down. "What will it take for you to release Xiaobei and stop causing trouble here?"

"That's simple. The Rover materials our Team 0527 risked our lives to obtain—I hear you embezzled them."

Han Zhen paused.

The Guardians, hearing his words, instinctively hid their hands behind their backs, afraid Han Zhen would notice the materials they were holding.

With a cold smile, Han Zhen continued, "So, I want you to open the Guardian Organization's treasury and let me, on behalf of my team, pick whatever I want until I'm satisfied."

"That's impossible!"

Hearing Han Zhen's demand, Zhao Hu's face turned green with anger.

The Guardian Organization's treasury was filled with meticulously curated, priceless items.

Let Han Zhen pick whatever he wanted? Dream on.

Zhao Hu took another deep breath. "Han Zhen, name another condition. This one is absolutely out of the question."

"Out of the question? With just two hands, how many things do you think I can take? If you can't even agree to this, Captain Zhao, I have to question your sincerity."

Han Zhen's words made Zhao Hu hesitate.

Indeed, one person, with just two hands, couldn't possibly take too many items.

After thinking it over, Zhao Hu finally decided and reluctantly agreed. "Fine. But only you can go in, and when you come out, nothing else besides your hands can hold anything."

Han Zhen let go of the half-dead Zhang Xiaobei with a slap.

He spread his black-ringed right hand and left hand.

"Deal."

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