Chapter 108 Of Course, I'm Here to Save Your Deacon

"Of course, I'm here to save your deacon."

Zhang Yuanqing tossed down these words and suddenly charged forward, brandishing his sword as he dashed across the street, weaving through the gang members, and sprinting towards the apartment building.

Save the deacon? Cao Qianxiu and the members of Group Six exchanged bewildered glances, wondering if they had misheard.

*Biying/Sou.:/Ze^Ri Wang|, /Quan Wang. Zui/Kuai.*

What was a Level Two Scout getting involved for? In a battle of Saints, any random skill could obliterate an Extraordinary.

"Is that guy trying to show off in front of everyone? Foolish. Deacon Huang Fengguai couldn't even break the barrier. What's the point of him going? It'll just be more embarrassing, right?" Doctor Holy Hand's impression of the new member plummeted.

How did he know the deacon was in danger...? A sense of anticipation suddenly welled up in Cao Qianxiu's heart.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing had already bypassed the Anti-Black and White Alliance members, and amidst the crowd's puzzled and astonished gazes, he sprinted up the ninety-degree-angled wall.

Using the air conditioner units and window ledges as leverage, he nimbly and gracefully ascended, floor by floor.

"Oh, what's he doing? Performing parkour?"

"Who is that guy? Where did he come from? I've never seen him before."

"Is he a friend of one of the members? Unrelated personnel, please leave immediately. We won't be responsible for any casualties. Damn it, he's approaching the battlefield, carrying his broken sword!"

The Lingjing Xingzhe below clamored, as if they had found an outlet, venting the disappointment that had been accumulating in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanqing had already half-climbed and half-ran to the sixth floor. He stepped on the air conditioner unit and leaped up, clearing the seventh floor, suspended outside the eighth floor's window, which crackled with lightning.

In a state of mid-air suspension, he crouched, gathered his strength, and suddenly unleashed his bronze sword.

A dazzling arc of sword energy shot forth from the blade, striking the membrane encasing the bedroom. With a "puff," the previously unbreakable barrier shattered before everyone's astonished eyes.

As his body plummeted, Zhang Yuanqing grabbed onto the air conditioner unit, exerted a bit of force, smashed through the glass, and leaped into the bedroom.

Silence descended upon the apartment building below.

Everyone's eyes were wide with disbelief, including the stern Ziqiang Buxi and the impartial Lei Faguan.

A barrier that even a Jifengzhe couldn't break was so easily shattered by a stranger, with just one strike, one single sword strike!

Who was he?

This reversal caught the Anti-Black and White Alliance members off guard, but the surging joy and excitement quickly overwhelmed the bewilderment and doubt.

Exhilarated cheers erupted, and the hearts of the gang members, which had been suspended in their chests, finally settled.

Without the barrier, Deacon Fengshen could escape the crisis.

"How, how did he do it? He's just a Level Two Scout..." Bai Xue Gongzhu covered her small mouth, both surprised and excited.

Cao Qianxiu took a deep breath, looking at her as if she were an idiot: "If you still believe he's a Level Two Scout at this point, you have an intelligence problem."

The other members of Group Six nodded silently.

.......

In the messy bedroom, littered with furniture fragments and paper, Zhang Yuanqing coldly surveyed the scene. He saw a young man, wielding a lightning whip and leaning against the wall. He wore a nano combat suit and sported handsome, curly hair.

This youth, with his remarkably outstanding appearance, was already dazed from blood loss. His chest was gushing blood, and his abdomen, neck, thighs, and other areas were covered in bloody wounds.

A weak wind wall stood before him, protecting him from countless bullets and dagger attacks.

On the other side of the bedroom was a bald middle-aged man, dragging a glass罩 in his hand. He wore rattan armor and held a handgun.

A dagger floated beside him.

The spirit was completely exposed in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes: a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. His eastern face and features suggested he was from the North China region.

One is possessed, the other has his spirit বেরিয়ে, I can swallow them both in one bite... Seeing Fengshen Zhiyi about to wield his lightning whip at him, Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:

"I'm a new swordsman recruited by the Anti-Black and White Alliance. I'm here to save you."

The bewildered Fengshen Zhishi paused his whip-wielding gesture. A light flashed in his dim eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing took out a tube of Life Elixir and tossed it over, not forgetting to instruct: "Inject half a tube. Don't overdo it."

It would pain my heart if you used more.

After Fengshen Zhiyi caught it, Zhang Yuanqing flipped his wrist and unleashed a sword energy towards the bald man.

It was very suitable for him to borrow and play the role of a swordsman.

"Poof!"

The sword energy swept across the bald middle-aged man's neck, slightly deflected by the green light of the vine armor. But in the next second, the green light dissipated, and the head rolled off. The sharp sword energy continued unabated, cutting a deep sword mark into the wall behind.

Blood gushed from the empty neck, splattering onto the ceiling.

*Biying/Sou.:/Ze^Ri Wang|, /Quan Wang. Zui/Kuai.*

The headless corpse fell backward to the ground. Two starlight beams lit up and then disappeared.

The two Xingguan retreated without attempting to hunt down Fengshen Zhiyi, perhaps because their mission was complete and they didn't want to linger, or perhaps because they were wary of a Saint-level swordsman.

After all, the Zhensha of a swordsman could suppress evil spirits and spirits.

Fengshen Zhiyi was alarmed. He tossed the remaining half-tube of golden liquid back to Zhang Yuanqing, covered his still-healing chest, and leaped out the window, saying:

"Don't let them get away! Chase them!"

Fengshen Zhiyi leaned against the wall, unwillingly opened his mouth, and finally slowly slid down the wall, sitting down in dejection.

......

Two beams of starlight flickered continuously within the residence, quickly leaving Chinatown.

The night of New York City was brilliantly lit, with colorful neon lights and a constant flow of vehicles. The two spirits floated aimlessly in the low sky, moving further and further away from Chinatown.

Just then, a strong wind arose ahead, and a figure darted out of the darkness.

It was a young man with ordinary features, wearing a cheap T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of azure-blue half-finger gloves.

A wind mage? A patroller of the Heavenly Punishment?

The two Xingguan exchanged a look, silently detouring around the oncoming wind mage, trying to leave quietly.

Suddenly, the young man with ordinary features turned his head, staring straight at the two Xingguan with his eyes. Black, viscous energy surged in his sockets, and he smiled: "Gentlemen, I've been waiting for you."

A Night Wanderer of the same profession? No, this aura is of a Xingguan... The two Xingguan were suddenly shocked. Before a Xingguan of the same profession, their spiritual state was equivalent to severing their own arms. There was no second option other than to flee.

They immediately tried to use Xing Dun Shu to escape.

Before the starlight could rise, the young man with ordinary features raised his head and let out a sharp shriek.

A mental attack.

The two Xingguan's consciousness "exploded" with a "bang," shattering into millions of pieces, losing consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing took a light breath, and the two unconscious spirits poured into his mouth like smoke.

Chaotic, fragmented memories surged in, flashing through the two men's lives like a revolving lantern.

He saw a training ground built in a tropical rainforest, saw a group of children forced to repeat cruel training every day under the coercion of gun-toting mercenaries.

He saw two children stand out, successfully obtaining the Night Wanderer role card.

He saw them, under the organization's arrangements, completing one assassination mission after another.

These memory fragments were messy, like yellowed photos, recording the lives of the two Xingguan.

As the scenes alternated, the two Xingguan returned to the tropical rainforest training camp, seeing the ever-youthful instructor.

"The key that the organization has been searching for for a century finally has some clues. The target is in Chinatown in New York City. No physical characteristics, no identity information. After you two go to Chinatown, someone will contact you."

"Remember the target's characteristics: 40-45 years old, single-parent family, mother has contact with the mafia, or has done some unsavory work, suddenly wealthy..."

"After finding the target, kill them directly and use spirit interrogation. Don't do anything extra. After spirit interrogation, you will naturally know what the organization is looking for."

The scene alternated again. This time, Zhang Yuanqing saw a burly man with thick sword-like eyebrows, a square face, and a domineering aura of Jianghu grass莽 between his brows.

The burly man held a fan-shaped bronze block in his hand, his voice loud and his tone deep:

"Before my old man died, he gave this thing to me, his illegitimate son. Now, I'm going to pass it on to my illegitimate son. Little brat, you're my seed, you take care of it."

"Guard it with your life, understand?"

"Dad, what is this?" The boy's voice was tender and full of curiosity.

"This is a relic of the Pope. It's something our family has guarded for generations. But remember three things: One: don't give it to foreign devils. Two: don't give it to useless people. Three: don't give it to bad people."

"I will guard it well."

The scene alternated again. Zhang Yuanqing saw the bald middle-aged man. At this time, he still had hair, sitting in an office, facing a white-collar worker in a suit and tie.

The white-collar worker had a name tag hanging on his chest that read: Will George, Wealthy Bank Customer Manager.

"Mr. Zhang, your safety deposit box number is 0042. Please enter your password and fingerprint, and I will take you to do an iris scan later."

The scene ended there.

Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his temples, calming the mental confusion and mild pollution brought about by devouring the two Xingguan.

"The power of Taiyin has become stronger. Tsk tsk, devouring spirits of the same level is indeed the best way to enhance the power of Taiyin."

"What forces do those two Xingguan belong to? I seem to have seen similar training camps before. Uh, the training camp of the Dark Night Rose to cultivate Lingjing Xingzhe? Then these two Xingguan are informants of the Dark Night Rose."

"The Pope's relic, which can make two Xingguan travel thousands of miles to New York City to find, should be... the Vatican more than a century ago. But why would the Pope's relic be kept by a Huangzhongren family?"

"Hiss, I just wanted to do a mission and accumulate points, how did I encounter this kind of thing."

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and had an idea. "Let the main body notify the Idiot President. He might know about the Pope's relic. Well, the role of joining the Anti-Black and White Alliance is now apparent. I can also inquire about it from this organization."

*Biying/Sou.:/Ze^Ri Wang|, /Quan Wang. Zui/Kuai.*

He realized that the Pope's relic might be extraordinary.