The appearance of the S-class wanted criminal Thousand Faces plunged the entire cabin into silence. The Dragon Guards became even more vigilant, their expressions grim.
Perhaps only Ye Longlin and Xuan Niao remained calm.
"It seems you still don't know why I can steadily hold the position of Heavenly King."
As the words fell, beams of light rose from his feet. Streams of martial force outlined a profound pattern beneath his soles.
"Since that is the case, then let us perish together!"
A flash of ruthless intent crossed Thousand Faces' eyes. Without hesitation, he pressed the red button and closed his eyes.
But after he pressed the button, nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. Not even the anticipated explosion occurred.
Thousand Faces was stunned, completely unaware of what had happened or why. His meticulously crafted bomb was out of his control.
"Signal jammer."
Thousand Faces quickly reacted, glaring at Ye Longlin through gritted teeth, despair evident on his face.
He had lost his trump card, nothing to threaten Ye Longlin with. He knew very well that with his combat strength alone, he was no match for Ye Longlin.
"In that case, Heavenly King Ye, I shall bid you farewell today!"
Thousand Faces roared, his entire being erupting with boundless power like a surging tide. His strength rapidly broke through the limits of a Martial King, and the aura continued to climb. It only stopped half a minute later, having reached the peak of the Martial King realm, just one step away from the Martial Marquis!
"I didn't stay in prison for all these years for nothing. If you want me dead, I can only send you off today!"
The pattern Ye Longlin had drawn beneath his feet shattered in an instant. He unleashed a sideways kick towards Ye Longlin's head, the air cracking with each movement, sending shivers down one's spine.
His speed had reached its absolute limit.
In less than a second, Thousand Faces' leg was already in front of Ye Longlin's head.
"Good speed, good power, but still too slow."
Ye Longlin formed his fingers into a claw and suddenly grabbed his ankle. With a swift turn, he delivered an elbow strike to Thousand Faces' chest. With a thud, ribs snapped, bone fragments piercing internal organs. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a colossal surge of martial force erupted. Thousand Faces tossed something towards Ye Longlin from his hand.
Pink smoke scattered like celestial maidens scattering flowers. Ye Longlin instinctively pushed it away, but a small portion was still inhaled.
When he opened his eyes again, flames raged before him, gunshots echoed in his ears, shouts of battle reverberated, and terrifying martial force fluctuations could be felt.
Before him lay an endless desert, with sandstorms filling the air. But in this desert, the muzzle flashes of guns illuminated the night. He could clearly see two sides fighting. One side wore grey combat uniforms, prison soldiers. The other side wore black combat uniforms, shrouded in black robes emblazoned with the symbol of a temple.
People of the Dark Hall.
"Even if I die today, all of you insignificant bugs will be left here!"
A familiar voice echoed from the heavens. A middle-aged man in military attire exuded immense divine might, his boundless martial force shaking the earth and sky.
Ye Longlin's pupils constricted sharply. This was the night at Mobei Prison, the battle that had decimated Mobei Prison.
That night was also the beginning of everything.
"This is an illusion!"
Ye Longlin frowned and let out a cold snort. As he snorted, ripples spread out, shattering the surrounding illusion.
The so-called illusion was merely a scene he had seen before. He had seen this scene of Mobei Prison.
It was from a ten-odd-second recording sent by the military. The subsequent events had been destroyed. Even with the military's advanced technology, it could not be restored.
The events after that remained unknown. The only certainty was that everyone at Mobei Prison had perished, not a single soul surviving.
That battle was brutal. Over a hundred Soldier Kings had fallen, their bodies and heads separated.
Each Soldier King was one in ten thousand, yet they had died in the desert. It took hundreds of thousands of people to produce one elite Soldier King, costing the Great Xia countless time and effort.
The losses inflicted upon the Great Xia by the Dark Hall were immeasurable by monetary value!
"The illusion is good, but it's useless against me."
Ye Longlin grabbed Thousand Faces by the neck and lifted him bodily.
Thousand Faces' eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Ye Longlin, his voice hoarse: "Why? You, *cough*, why is it useless? This is impossible, unless your martial cultivation is far higher than mine! With this move, I killed several people stronger than me!!"
He couldn't comprehend why it was useless against Ye Longlin.
Ye Longlin remained silent, looking at him with amusement. Xuan Niao handed him handcuffs and cuffed Thousand Faces.
"It's you! You killed my husband, give me back my husband's life!"
Sun Hanyun finally came to her senses, her voice hoarse as she screamed, her long fingernails clawing at Thousand Faces' face.
Although Thousand Faces couldn't defeat Ye Longlin, dealing with an ordinary person was simple. He kicked her away, sending her crashing near the airplane's exit.
"I've killed so many people, what's the big deal about killing your husband? Stop your nonsense!"
Xuan Niao kicked Thousand Faces in the waist and couldn't help but curse, "You're already a prisoner, yet you're still so arrogant! An endless prison awaits you. Hurry up and go!"
Thousand Faces: "......"
Xuan Niao approached and crippled his dantian with a palm strike. Thousand Faces spewed a mouthful of blood, his entire body wilting.
Ye Longlin no longer paid attention to Thousand Faces and looked at Sun Hanyun coldly. "Your husband committed numerous grave errors. Even in a court trial, it would be a death sentence. Now that he is dead, it is as if he atoned for his sins. Thousand Faces killed your husband, and the court will judge him accordingly."
After speaking, he struck her unconscious with a palm and had the Dragon Guards take them away.
Outside, the captain of the Dragon Guard Bureau rushed over.
"Mr. Ye, thank you so much. On behalf of the Nan Province Dragon Guard Bureau, I thank you for capturing such a fugitive. If we had tried to capture him, we would have lost many excellent Dragon Guards, and even with sacrifices, we might not have succeeded. Thank you so much, truly, thank you."
Xuan Niao stepped in front of Ye Longlin at the opportune moment: "This is our duty. If you have nothing else, please take your men and leave. We also need to depart."
The captain frowned but said nothing further. After a few polite words, he gathered his team and left.
After they departed, the flight resumed its normal course.
With the Qimingdao incident concluded, he returned to the hotel. Now it was time to deal with his junior disciple's matters.
"Boss, this captain was one of the individuals handling the Fang family incident, and the first Dragon Guard to lead a team to the Fang family."