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Chapter 552 - 260: Taotie’s Feast!?

"Chat?!"

Jiang Chengyue, like an injured lone wolf, squeezed out a hoarse cold laugh from deep within his throat.

The tip of the knife pointed steadily at Fang Qingyu, "I have nothing to chat about with you. Get out!"

Fang Qingyu, seeing this, showed no change in expression.

"Buzz—"

A deep, sticky darkness, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, once again spread silently from him like a living entity.

Endless!

Instantly engulfing the whole safe house of less than ten square meters, along with the five people inside and Jiang Chengyue.

Absolute darkness.

Absolute silence.

Everyone’s heartbeat and breath were completely absorbed by this sticky darkness.

Jiang Chengyue felt as if his five senses were deprived, leaving only the cold sword handle in his hand offering a faint sense of reality.

He had never felt such complete darkness and isolation, as if plunged into the abyss of space.

In this suffocating darkness, faint footsteps echoed.

Steady, clear, step by step, as if treading on Jiang Chengyue’s taut heartstrings.

Fang Qingyu’s figure, as if stepping out of the Dark Origin, ignored the blade pointed at his heart and walked straight to Jiang Chengyue.

The distance between them was close enough for Jiang Chengyue to feel the oppressing aura from Fang Qingyu, as stable as a mountain yet carrying the burning Thunder Flame threatening to destroy the world.

In the moment Jiang Chengyue’s muscles instinctively tensed due to this oppressive force.

Fang Qingyu extended a finger.

The movement was not fast.

Gently, he touched the side of the cold, gleaming blade.

"Don’t rush."

Fang Qingyu’s voice sounded in the absolute darkness, as if whispering directly in Jiang Chengyue’s mind, frighteningly calm.

"We’re not here to trouble you."

The finger exerted force slightly.

A vast, irresistible yet refined as steel power transmitted through the blade.

Jiang Chengyue felt an indefensible shockwave, his tiger’s mouth throbbed violently, and the long knife was uncontrollably pushed away by that seemingly casual finger by an inch.

The blade moved away from Fang Qingyu’s body.

"But rather to ask you some things."

Fang Qingyu withdrew his finger, still standing in front of Jiang Chengyue, the vertical Golden Pupil in the darkness like two faintly glowing gold lamps, calmly observing him.

Jiang Chengyue’s hand holding the knife trembled slightly, his joints turned white from exertion.

The brief clash of Powers earlier made him starkly realize the horror of this young man before him.

That was far beyond what a usual Second Tier Initial Realm should possess.

He stared at Fang Qingyu’s Golden Pupil burning in the darkness, his voice turning dry and hoarse from extreme vigilance and immense pressure:

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

Fang Qingyu heard this and didn’t speak.

He naturally reached into the inner pocket of his tactical waist pack and took out a document with a deep blue cover.

Then, calmly extending it to Jiang Chengyue.

At the same time, Fang Qingyu shifted slightly, allowing the others behind to be seen.

"They are too."

Jiang Chengyue’s breathing suddenly became a bit more rapid.

Special task force?!

He recognized this emblem!

But... it didn’t make him immediately lower his guard.

Inside the Jiang Family, there were also those in high positions.

He continued to stare sharply at Fang Qingyu’s face, still clutching the sword handle, slowly and cautiously reaching for the document with all vigilance.

Taking the document, his fingertips touched the cold, resilient cover.

His gaze scanned bit by bit over the information on the document like a scanner.

The moment Fang Qingyu’s name pierced his eyes like a red-hot nail.

Jiang Chengyue’s body shook.

Suddenly raised his head.

Staring steadfastly at Fang Qingyu’s stern face.

"You are Fang Qingyu?! Fang Qingyu from Black Pine Ridge in Anjiang Province?!"

"Authentic."

Fang Qingyu responded simply and affirmatively.

Offering no further explanation, he merely moved his wrist slightly.

"Clang—!"

A blade cry, piercing enough to tear the soul, suddenly rang out in the absolute darkness.

The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash unsheathed fiercely.

On the blade, the ancient Dragon Sparrow totem pattern faintly emerged, sketching a dignified contour in the darkness.

Its design was uniquely replicable, its contained terrifying pressure, its unparalleled sharp edge.

It was precisely the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash that had been photographed countless times on forums.

Upon seeing this blade.

The last trace of doubt in Jiang Chengyue’s eyes melted away like snow and ice.

The hand holding the long knife finally slowly lowered.

The tip of the knife weakly rested on the ground, making a slight "ding" sound.

His body swayed slightly as if the strength was drained, barely standing against the cold metal door panel.

But the vigilance in his eyes hadn’t entirely dissipated.

His body still subconsciously moved towards the door, his only escape route.

Jiang Chengyue deeply inhaled, his voice still hoarse but carrying an indescribable complexity:

"Captain of the Hidden Dragon Plan special task force, Fang Qingyu, I’ve heard your name, seen your battle images. Quite impressive at Black Pine Ridge."

Then paused, scanning his eyes over the four people behind Fang Qingyu, eventually refocusing on his face with intense confusion:

"But aren’t you the elite sent by the Federation to support the Arctic Front?! Why are you here?! Why have you come to find me?!!"

Listening to Jiang Chengyue’s words filled with misunderstanding and implicit questioning.

Fang Qingyu’s face showed a peculiar expression for the first time.

As if hearing an absurd joke, his lips subtly lifted with a trace of cold mockery.