Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 843 - 82: Want to Meet (6004)_4

Under the candlelight, his pale fingers were stained with something black, resembling charcoal ash, and his expression was momentarily startled.

Outside the door, Wang Anfeng slowed his breathing, his face changing. Inside, one person had a gravelly old voice, while the other was much younger, a youth. Instinctively, he thought of what Wuxin had said.

Class A wanted criminals.

An old and young duo.

Could it be that...

Wang Anfeng's expression shifted slightly.

He originally intended to follow them, leave a mark, and then have Wuxin report to the Ministry of Punishment to dispatch a force to ambush, or have a Grandmaster from the Ministry of Punishment act.

He would then take the silver tael from the Ministry of Punishment, watch from the sidelines, and leave quietly after the matter was settled, hiding both his identity and fame while solving the problem and earning some silver.

But who would have thought he'd find the actual perpetrators directly?

Wang Anfeng now felt like he was intending to catch small fish and shrimp to fill his belly, only to find he had caught a shark, leaving him with mixed feelings.

Yet he thought, considering such a vigilant and cunning person, it's likely they won't stay here after today and opportunities like this won't come again. At the very least, he had to leave a mark on him during the confrontation.

The Divine Wooden Sword on his back, although not at its peak, had accumulated some spiritual essence, enough to take a risk.

Wang Anfeng slowly exhaled a murky breath, calming his mind, and began silently counting time in his heart.

One,

Two,

Three.

The Qi mechanism within 'Xu Sixing' dissipated, leaving him as lifeless as a corpse. Under the stunned gaze of those in the room, his neck broke, and Xu Sixing's twisted head hit the ground directly.

The young man was momentarily dazed, then noticed that Xu Sixing's eyes seemed to gaze at everyone, sending chills down his spine. The candle flame flared up as if burning just beneath his eyelids, while a piercing voice kept echoing.

"Give me back my head..."

The young man shuddered, his face showing panic, wanting to flee but found he couldn't move his legs. Looking down, he saw two black hands gripping his ankles, the severed neck rising as if there were still eyes 'staring straight' at him.

"Give me back my head..."

He couldn't help but scream.

Suddenly, an ancient, enraged shout echoed in his ear, the Qi mechanism outlined shattered everything in front of him. The youth staggered back a step, regaining his senses, his breath ragged.

Seeing the candle flame still, everything unchanged, all as usual, the 'Xu Sixing' on the ground had turned into a heap of refuse. Looking again, he noticed many black marks on his boots, clearly from when he kicked them apart just now.

In just three finger snaps, he understood that the nightmare-like scene was an illusion. Anxiety and anger filled the youth's heart, realizing either some demonic martial arts had clouded his mind, or a highly skilled healer had drugged him with a bewildering toxin, unknowingly affecting him. Ashamed and angry, he knew that person surely hadn't gone far, gritted his teeth, and provoked:

"Pah, I don't know which bonehead dared use such despicable means."

"If you have the guts, come out."

"Hiding and sneaking, what kind of hero are you?"

While speaking, he moved to hide behind another person, an elder with a towering physique, whose silver hair was striking, broad-backed, with shoulders' muscles nearly akin to the size of the average man's head, attesting to his terrifying physical strength.

The elder stood there like a mountain.

Only those who've witnessed this elder's power could understand that even a mountain wouldn't be any obstruction in front of him.

Yet, the youth suddenly discovered that the elder, who seemed as immovable as a mountain, was standing rigidly, his muscles tense beneath his clothes, unlike his previous relaxed state. Though not even a hint of fear showed, he was visibly cautious.

The youth's gaze followed the elder, slowly lifting, stiffening as he looked ahead.

In the ordinary room, a solitary chair somehow seated a man in common black vigorous attire, his demeanor calm. Yet he hadn't noticed this living person up until now.

Behind the man was a painting and couplets, depicting a Taoist Sect Spiritual Official protector staring angrily, holding a Golden Mace, entwined with thunder. Whether due to the lingering effects of the illusionary drug, the youth was almost unable to distinguish whether the person seated above was human or an Immortal.

He felt as if both were gazing at him, a deep and boundless Qi mechanism pressed onto his shoulders, his face involuntarily pale, feeling his stomach churn, nearly vomiting blood.

The man flicked his finger against the armrest, producing a rhythmic three-note sound. Thunder suddenly erupted, directly entering two masked men's bodies, resounding thunderously, while the towering elder merely stood silently, not intervening.

The lightning reflected in the young man's pupils, causing him to uncontrollably recall two days ago, the resplendent heavenly might crashing in the night. His body trembled, unable to maintain a calm heart, unable to think.

Then he heard a calm voice.

"You wished to see me, now, you've seen me."

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