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Chapter 613 - 274: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 9)

"Hehe..."

After an ambiguous chuckle, the woman vanished completely.

Fang Qingyu’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Not because of that blatant threat.

But because of the information revealed in the other party’s words.

"’She’?! Take care of?!"

Jiang Wei!!!

How would she know about Jiang Wei?! And even know that I took care of her?!

A cold chill instantly raced up from Fang Qingyu’s tailbone to his Celestial Spirit.

How is Jiang Wei doing now?!

She forcefully activated the Red Bright Tribulation Fire Origin, becoming weak and unconscious... could it be...

Immense worry, like an icy tide, immediately overwhelmed Fang Qingyu.

Ignoring the stalemate before him and that terrifying God, he turned sharply, ready to unleash Shenxiao beneath his feet and return to the place he came from.

"Wait!"

A steady, powerful large hand, imbued with irresistible strength, gently pressed on Fang Qingyu’s shoulder.

It was the burly man in military uniform.

He had silently appeared by Fang Qingyu’s side at some unknown time.

"Kid, what’s the rush."

The man’s deep voice sounded, carrying a peculiar calming power.

"Don’t worry."

He cast a glance toward the direction where Nvba and the Cold Stone Chariot vanished, then looked at Fang Qingyu with a confident tone.

"Your person is fine."

Fang Qingyu’s tense body slightly relaxed, but the doubts in his eyes did not fully dissipate.

The man in the military uniform pointed in the direction where the Drought Fiend disappeared.

"From the moment she emerged from her old lair, our people were watching her."

"We were ’herding’ her all the way, making her only able to run in this direction."

Fang Qingyu was shocked to hear this!

’Herding’ a God all the way?

He looked sharply at the man before him, clad in an old-style military uniform and exuding an aura as profound as a mountain. Then, he looked at the nearby gentle and dignified white-robed woman.

The same title hung above both their heads.

[Martial Venerate]

They are both Tier Four beings!!

Who exactly are these two?!

Seeming to see the shock and confusion in Fang Qingyu’s eyes, the white-robed woman slightly smiled and swayed gracefully forward to stand before Fang Qingyu.

Her smile was gentle and amiable, like a breeze in spring.

"Thank you very much this time, Captain Fang."

The woman’s voice was clear and earnest in appreciation.

"Thank me?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, even more puzzled.

It was clearly the other side that appeared, repelled the Nvba, and resolved my life and death crisis, so why thank me?

The woman nodded with a smile, her gaze gently resting on Fang Qingyu, introducing herself formally:

"I am Jiang Ying."

Jiang Ying!

The current Family Head of the Jiang Family in Glazed Light City!

One of the influential giants of the Arctic Front.

Fang Qingyu’s pupils contracted slightly, suddenly realizing why she appeared at this moment.

Yet the doubts in his heart surged up again.

Why did Jiang Ying not personally act to clean house?

Jiang Ying easily read the questions in Fang Qingyu’s eyes.

The smile on her face faintly faded, turning into a slight solemnity and helplessness as she softly spoke:

"Actually, if you all had come a step later..."

Jiang Ying’s gaze cast downwards at the enormous charred slash mark and scattered stones and blood stains on the ice field below.

"Jiang Taixuan is already dead."

"Killing Jiang Taixuan isn’t hard. The difficult part is quelling the entire Arctic Front after his death, especially those elder powerhouses who once fought alongside him and saw him as a spiritual leader, and their doubt and fury!"

"This is not something that some photos and video clips could make everyone believe, that the hero in their hearts had long fallen to a demon feasting on his own kind’s flesh and blood!"

"This requires time. Unassailable evidence is needed. The whole network of crimes attached to him and involved must be completely uprooted! It needs everyone who has been deceived to see the bloody truth firsthand!"

"Such a complete chain of evidence only recently took shape."

Jiang Ying’s tone carried a hint of an indiscernible fatigue.

"I was originally prepared to act personally, to clean house and at the same time, with thunderous means, straighten out the family, and give an explanation to the entire Arctic Front."

She turned her words, her gaze shifting again to the military-clad man beside her, carrying a hint of inquiry.

"It was Elder Hong..."

The military-clad man took over the conversation, his voice deep as iron.

"The old man said..."

"This world doesn’t have that many stages."

"Only life and death."

His voice paused, as if repeating a saying that was profound and enlightening.

"He thought..."

"The Gluttonous Stomach...for you young ones...is a good place for trial."

Fang Qingyu listened, his mouth twitching slightly.

This fit the old man’s character well.

And it matched his own previous guess.

But indeed, it does sharpen a person a lot.

Strength is one thing...

Hero, sinner, it is just a thought apart.

Genuinely partaking in it does bring significant insights.

At the very least, it was the first time Fang Qingyu felt such a palpable killing intent.

Then, Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and respectfully clasped his fists toward the military-clad man and Jiang Ying:

"Thank you very much to both seniors this time."

The military-clad man only nodded slightly, considered a response.

Jiang Ying, on the other hand, offered a gentle smile: "Captain Fang, no need for courtesy, you have rid Glazed Light City of a great bane, it’s I the Jiang Family who should be thanking you."

Fang Qingyu nodded, his gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield below, finally landing on the area beside the glacier’s fissure, into which countless ice fragments and chaotic rocks were splashed after he severed the giant hand.

His figure flickered, turning into a flash of thunder and lightning, descending.

Hong Zhenyue and Jiang Ying exchanged a glance and followed him down.

Only to see amid a pile of ice and rocks shattered by enormous impact, a severed hand covered with dark red scales, charred and festering, deeply embedded.

In the palm’s lines, curled up, was a figure with only the upper half of their body remaining.