I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1851 - 282: Divided Hearts and Disunity

Chapter 1851: Chapter 282: Divided Hearts and Disunity

An Jingtian, compliant from start to finish, looked at Huanglong Immortal Monarch’s face, black as the bottom of a pot, and only felt like he was sitting at home, and the pot fell from the sky.

Just about to explain, he caught sight of Tang Luo’s interested gaze, which made his heart skip a beat.

What is the purpose of the Dutian Heavenly King’s patrol?

It is to slay the king!

Which king?

If Huanglong Immortal Monarch wins the battle, it would be the one in front of him, but in this situation, saying the words "slay the king" is impossible.

Judging from the recent battle, this wild king is not just proficient in laws. The indescribable black sphere’s power was such that even the Dragon Spirit Dharma Body, comparable to a king beast’s physique, couldn’t withstand it. The people An Jingtian brought couldn’t gather enough collective power to face such a threat, akin to a gazelle confronting a tiger, helpless.

Moreover, mentioning slaying the king is nothing short of suicidal!

An Jingtian, unable to find an explanation, wished time could turn back half a day under the gaze of two monarchs.

Fortunately, there’s always a way out; the Acting Governor quickly thought of the Corpse Monk charging towards the Divine Ship, and his eyes brightened.

"Reporting to the Immortal Monarch, this patrol came to capture the remnants of the Blood Tower, the Corpse Monk. This person, An Jingtian heard, stumbled upon some fortunate encounter and even achieved a master level. Concerned he might disturb the peace of the Ten Thousand Immortal Mountain, I gathered my men to capture him!"

Like a drowning man clutching at straws, An Jingtian cupped his fists, eyes resolute, voice loud, and spoke with propriety and sincerity. Had Tang Luo not overheard the conversation between Corpse Monk Gu Han and Bone Taoist Feng You, he might have believed it.

This guy is talented!

Meeting An Jingtian for the first time, Tang Luo marveled in his heart, a subtle smile on his face.

Huanglong Immortal Monarch listened to An Jingtian’s reasonable explanation and felt slightly appeased, but still had lingering anger over the unsatisfactory battle just now. Glancing at An Jingtian clad in Divine Armor, with sword and shield, he sneered: "Now the patrol needs such a big show to even chase a Blood Tower remnant? Truly, the Divine Court declines with each generation. After catching him, remember to return to the sect or your Divine Son won’t dare leave the house."

After speaking, without acknowledging the red-faced An Jingtian, Huanglong Immortal Monarch’s form vanished from sight.

Tang Luo cupped his hands from afar to An Jingtian, "Acting Governor, see you at the Dragon Palace later."

Watching the two Human Kings disappear over the Feixian Waterfall, An Jingtian’s face changed drastically. When Dutian Heavenly King’s patrol was based in Zhongzhou, every sect gave due respect, but now, despite a multiple-fold increase in military strength, the position was becoming increasingly awkward.

Perhaps Huanglong Immortal Monarch’s arrogant remarks were just casual jibes, but they stung. And the best way to heal such a wound is through battle.

Fueled by pent-up anger, An Jingtian charged towards the battlefield, determined to dismember Corpse Monk Gu Han into eight pieces.

But when he reached the Divine Ship, he found the battle already over, with eight Garrison Commanders’ orderly corpses laid on the deck, and subordinates wailing like defeated dogs.

"Where is the Corpse Monk!? Where is the man!?"

In rage, An Jingtian pointed his sword at the nose of a Mountain Department Garrison Commander, demanding.

"Reporting to the Governor, this Corpse Monk’s physical skills are formidable, and his spiritual body is impervious to swords and blades. When fists and feet clashed, there wasn’t just the grand force of Zen, but a sinister death energy. We really couldn’t withstand it."

Accused, the Garrison Commander loudly lamented, thoroughly wronged.

Where’s the idiot boosting others’ morale while crushing their own?

Seeing the Garrison Commanders avert their eyes, not daring to meet his, An Jingtian became angrier: "And for that, you let him go? Couldn’t even stall until our sect returned?!"

"Wronged, Governor, it wasn’t that we didn’t want to fight to the death, but this Corpse Monk had more moves."

The same Garrison Commander anxiously explained: "We took turns stepping up to delay, almost everyone got wounded, hoping to wear him down. But unexpectedly, the Blood Tower sent reinforcements, and Bone Taoist Feng You led five perfected Bone of Eternal Destructions in a sneak attack, allowing the Corpse Monk to break through and escape."

In reality, if a peak-level martial artist truly wanted to protect themselves under rules prohibiting Spiritual Energy gathering, touching and leaving wouldn’t result in a Corpse Monk instant kill. The reason for the fall of eight Garrison-level powerhouses was just that they were too eager to perform before An Jingtian, resulting in such an outcome.

Battles are like this; those who fall first aren’t weak, but overly brave.

Clearly, the eight Garrison Commanders lying on the ground were silent illustrations of this truth.

As the superior officer, even seeing his brothers fall, instead of consoling them with mourning words, An Jingtian’s furious outburst changed many Garrison Commanders’ views on site.

[Such a Dutian Heavenly King’s patrol isn’t worth dying for with all one’s might.]

[An Jingtian never treated us like subordinates or officers. If it were his An Clan disciples lying here today, would his gaze be this cold?]

[Those promises before were merely a ploy to drive cattle and horses. Even if we complied with conscription and pledged loyalty to the patrol, we ultimately remain deviants, not true insiders!]

[Anyway, since I’ve acquired skills, the best strategy is to find a way to leave the patrol to save myself!]

Those responding to the patrol’s conscription were top rogue cultivators, devil path giants, and aristocratic powerhouses. Even if you treat such people exceedingly well, they retain three parts reservation and suspicion.

They initially enlisted only because the patrol offered too much, their original territories no longer having room for advancement, thus making the conscription effective.

But now, they abruptly realized the upward mobility here was fictitious. The patrol’s skills were merely to make them fight harder, a somewhat deadly realization.

Though An Jingtian didn’t value their lives, they cherished their own lives fiercely, secretly steeling themselves.

The next time there’s such a task, getting lightly injured would already be foolish!

Instantly, these Garrison Commanders reached a tacit understanding. This feeling is hard to describe, but once these powerful beings engaged in the left-hand path exchanged glances, they all understood, each having changed their minds.

Only An Jingtian remained oblivious, oblivious to ignoring the fallen on the ground, the sword pointing and rebuking the Garrison Commanders’ actions, already disrupting the bond in the patrol.

Though the Garrison Commanders appeared more deferential, their selfish intent had fully awakened.

"Governor, the Corpse Monk headed eastward; they’re injured and won’t get far. If we pursue with the ship, there’s still time."

Though the Garrison Commanders harbored different thoughts, the ones operating the flying ship were elite members of the patrol, someone immediately stepping forward to advise An Jingtian.

But chastising the Garrison Commanders was just an emotional release for An Jingtian. To him, the Blood Tower was a mere minor ailment, the Corpse Monk, the Bone Taoist wasn’t Wuren Yuanwu, and wasn’t worthy of serious attention. Right now he needs to investigate this wild king’s background.

"Don’t pursue them; properly bury the fallen Garrison Commanders and treat the wounded. Once the battlefield is settled, set sail for the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect to visit Huanglong Immortal Monarch!"