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Chapter 550 - 259: The Jiang Family’s Roots Are Rotten

The dark blue force field membrane firmly locked the scattered energy and debris, isolating all sound; otherwise, the commotion would have already alarmed the entire city.

Fang Qingyu and the four others watched clearly from the Eternal Night Territory.

"Such powerful Saber Technique!"

Chu Kuanglan couldn’t help but exclaim, his eyes flickering with battle spirit and a hint of admiration, "That Jiang Chengyue is definitely a top-tier expert among the Tier Two Peak! Even when facing an attack from over a dozen people, he can still hold up like this!"

Wei Banmeng furrowed her brows tightly, observing more meticulously: "His blade showed restraint. There were at least three opportunities to seriously injure or even kill the attackers, but he chose to push them back or inflict minor injuries. Especially the burly leader, he deliberately avoided the vital parts."

Lu Jiuyuan, holding his saber, had sharp eyes like a hawk: "He’s conflicted. He doesn’t want to kill these people."

Fang Qingyu silently nodded.

This was precisely the anomaly he had sensed before.

Jiang Chengyue’s saber was fiercely unparalleled, yet lacked the ruthlessness and decisiveness of a true life-and-death fight.

Deep in his eyes, the grievances and helplessness far surpassed any killing intent.

And the words he just spoke...

Clearly, something was amiss.

The intense battle continued for several minutes. Despite Jiang Chengyue’s strength, under the deliberate coordination and continuous attacks from several skilled fighters of the same tier, he expended a lot of energy, and his old combat suit got slashed, bleeding through, movements slowed.

But he still held on persistently, his determination unwavering.

"Now! Lock Him!"

The burly man saw an opportunity as Jiang Chengyue finished one effort and was about to start another, and shouted fiercely!

Two Grandmasters skilled in entanglement and restraint immediately advanced, one transforming energy into chains with both hands, the other expelling inner qi and striking out, bringing forth a heavy force field attempting to seal Jiang Chengyue’s movement space!

Jiang Chengyue’s eyes flashed fiercely, as if finally deciding.

"Sky Splitting·Broken Flow!"

A sudden low roar, the qi blood inside him exploded like a volcano.

The blade in his hand erupted with an unprecedented blinding light, sweeping forward fan-shaped.

The power of this strike far exceeded any previous move.

"Retreat! Quick retreat!!"

The burly man’s face changed drastically, screaming in dread!

The few attacking Jiang Chengyue head-on felt the world-destroying Sword Intent, souls trembling, hardly daring to confront, scrambled to retreat, using their Body Technique to the limit, fleeing back in disarray.

Bang——!!!

Sword Aura fiercely hit the surrounding ruins.

Dust soared skyward!

"Cough cough cough..."

"Puh..."

A few attackers who retreated slightly slower were affected, qi blood stirred, blood seeped from the corners of their mouths; although not severely injured, they were also in a sorry state.

And as the dust slightly dispersed, everyone looked again at the center of the ruins...

Jiang Chengyue’s silhouette had vanished without a trace.

Only the terrifying blade mark on the ground remained, testifying to his earth-shattering strike just moments ago.

"Damn! He escaped again!"

The burly man smashed a fierce punch against a nearby remnant wall, which collapsed with a roar, his face livid with frustration and anger.

After a brief dead silence, the burly man spoke into his tactical communicator, his voice low and suppressed: "Report, target area A7, capture action failed, target escaped again. Request logistics team to clean the scene and erase traces."

A short confirmation directive came from the communicator.

The burly man set down the communicator, his gaze complexly sweeping over the ruins, finally landing in the direction Jiang Chengyue disappeared, silent.

At this moment, a nearby relatively slim, young-sounding catcher hesitated briefly, then softly spoke up, filled with confusion and an imperceptible hint of doubt: "Boss, was Brother Yue... Jiang Chengyue really wrong?"

The burly man abruptly turned, his sharp gaze slashing like a knife toward the speaker.

His eyes beneath the mask full of warning and sternness.

The young catcher stiffened under this gaze, hurriedly waved his hands in explanation: "Boss, I didn’t mean that! I mean considering Brother Yue’s strength, if he truly wanted to kill us with that last strike, at least three to five of us would’ve been down!"

"But every time he just repelled us, only inflicting scratches, I... I feel something’s off. If Brother Yue truly is as ’they’ say, then why did he show restraint? He clearly had countless opportunities..."

These words, like stones thrown into the calm lake, instantly stirred ripples in the hearts of other catchers present.

Many of them involuntarily tensed, eyes flickering, instinctively avoiding the burly man’s gaze.

Indeed, they had all personally experienced the battle just now.

Jiang Chengyue’s saber, dominant and fierce, yet always carried an inexplicable restraint.

Such restraint seemed so conspicuous in a life-and-death battle, yet undeniably real.

The young catcher’s words pierced deep into the doubts nestled in their hearts that they dared not deeply ponder.

The burly man took in the silent reactions of his subordinates, his gaze flickered fiercely a few times.

Did he not also feel this way?

He was more familiar with Jiang Chengyue’s capabilities and character than anyone!

The former Jiang Chengyue was the commander of the Garrison Army’s third squad, their superior officer, a battlefield brother who could be trusted with one’s back.

Courageous, bold, loyal and principled, his allegiance to the Jiang Family, Glazed Light City, and humanity was unquestionable.

But now....

The burly man closed his eyes, inhaling a deep, cold breath mingled with dust and the scent of blood.

Images surged in his mind: Jiang Chengyue’s almost-crazed accusation against their ancestors in the council, the icy warrant issued by the Elder Council...