The First Lackey Under The Empress

The cyan divine shadow appeared and instantly enveloped everyone in the Jing Wang Manor.

Indifferent, blurry eyes swept across the scene, and then, from the lower half of the "god", a tornado suddenly arose, kicking up sand and stones.

"Release the arrows!"

The strings of the hand crossbows vibrated, and a rain of arrows poured out, but the arrows that could tear through soft armor were blown off course when they hit the wind wall.

"Go!" the black-robed warlock exhaled, and the god above his head disintegrated. After the gale, the group had disappeared, leaving only a yard full of arrows.

They fled in disarray.

"Wind Escape Technique! They haven't run far, split up and chase them!"

Zhou Cang shouted in a deep voice, and the Embroidered Uniform Guards on the wall jumped down one after another.

Relying on their hearing, they could capture the sounds of footsteps suddenly appearing in all directions in the night, fleeing rapidly.

After the warlock led his men out of the encirclement, the people from the Jing Wang Manor were scattering and fleeing.

"My lord, the other party actually has experts of this level. I'm afraid we can't stop them," an Embroidered Uniform Guard said to Zhou Cang, his expression anxious.

Most of the time, the enemies in the city rarely had strong individuals.

Especially when only firearms were involved, it stood to reason that there shouldn't be cultivators of this level among the enemies.

They had misjudged the combat strength of both sides.

"Don't worry," Zhou Cang remained calm, glancing back at the courtyard behind him as he chased after them, and said:

"There's also Envoy Zhao."

Before setting off, he had asked Ma Yan whether they should deploy experts or simply have Director Ma come out himself to ensure safety.

At that time, Ma Yan only said calmly:

"Sun Lianying is the most thorough in his work. Don't worry, that old fox dared to say he would jointly handle the case, he must have made arrangements. Hmph, I know him too well."

His words were both contemptuous and admiring, as if the two had a deep friendship.

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No, how am I the only one left…?" Zhao Du'an stood alone in the small courtyard, feeling like cursing.

He had only just started reciting his prepared lines when the audience dispersed. What was that supposed to mean?

"Golden Tablet Divine Official? Are you there? Where did the ringleader run off to? Please take action to capture him," he asked loudly into the air.

Silence.

Just as he suspected that the unreliable girl was skipping work.

Suddenly, faint golden footprints lit up on the ground, extending into the distance.

"… …"

Zhao Du'an was speechless, feeling like he was playing Diablo offline and had activated "automatic pathfinding".

Without time to complain, he leaped up, his surging Qi infusing his meridians, and followed the guidance of the golden footprints at full speed with his light body technique.

After mastering the Martial God inheritance, the Qi in his body was powerful and domineering, far exceeding what it had been before.

It was as if he had switched to a super-powered engine, running at full speed, almost leaving afterimages.

He leaped and moved on the roofs of buildings, as if walking on flat ground.

After chasing for a long time, the surroundings became quieter and quieter. When Zhao Du'an landed on a secluded street, he found the black-robed warlock standing alone at the end of the street.

Waiting leisurely.

The golden footprints had long disappeared, and the other party didn't seem to have seen them.

"Are you Zhao Du'an? The pretty boy raised by the Empress?" the black-robed warlock sized him up with interest.

Zhao Du'an suddenly became vigilant, not daring to approach rashly. He stopped a few feet away from the other party, looked around, and asked:

"Zhang Changshuo isn't with you?"

"That trash?" the black-robed warlock said coldly, "He's more than useless, he's a hindrance."

He had abandoned him when he fled.

Those soldiers were also discarded to attract pursuers.

However, he soon discovered that the Imperial Prison Agency hadn't dispatched any experts, obviously underestimating the difficulty of tonight's capture.

The sense of urgency was relieved, and after noticing a "tail" following behind him, he had other thoughts.

"I heard that you are quite favored by the false emperor. If you die here, the false emperor will surely be heartbroken," the black-robed warlock said with a smile.

Zhao Du'an raised an eyebrow, touched the hilt of the saber on his lower back, and sighed:

"There's a kind of illusion that makes me feel like I can counter-kill you. If you were really confident, why would you waste your breath with me?"

The black-robed warlock didn't say anything. He was indeed observing.

Having mastered the Divine [Count of Wind], he possessed the ability to transmit and obtain information through wind messengers.

This was also the reason why he had been lurking in the capital—to facilitate the transmission of information to the south.

At this moment, he confirmed from the night wind that this pretty boy had chased after him alone, and his heart was greatly settled, his eyes looking down:

"You're quick-tongued. Today, I'll teach you a lesson: never underestimate your opponent, no matter when."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The middle-aged warlock wearing black robes raised his sleeves, surrounded by a clear wind. His thin hand bones formed a knife with his palm, and he slashed diagonally!

Just a light slash!

Under the night, the cold air was drawn by an inexplicable force, frantically gathering, compressing, and condensing into a cyan giant blade about ten feet long, shaped like a crescent moon.

"Go on your way," the warlock said with a push, the corners of his mouth rising, his tone mocking.

Clang!

The giant wind blade triggered a sonic boom, plowing out along the central axis of the long street like lightning. At the end of the wind blade, the bluestone ground silently caved in.

Wherever it passed, it left pure white knife marks on the street stones, extending straight towards the noble son who was standing there as if frightened.

Zhao Du'an's pupils suddenly contracted, his muscles tensed, and he felt his body bound. The air currents on his left and right sides squeezed towards him, making it difficult to dodge.

It was as if he was fixed on the rails, and a train in the distance pulled up its whistle, roaring closer, and time slowed down in his perception.

The Qi in his body, as strong as a great dragon, was frantically mobilized, as if urging him to break free.

He could break free… but there was no need.

Zhao Du'an only held the hilt of his saber, letting the hair on his forehead blow backward, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He was gambling, gambling that the "Vermilion Dot Child" hiding in the dark would not stand idly by.

The starlight suddenly brightened, and the wisps of clouds that had blown from the south during the day in the sky dissipated, as if the heavenly secrets were being drawn.

The clouds cleared and the moon shone, and the countless stars in the ink-black universe flickered, not significantly different from when the planet was barren and primitive hundreds of millions of years ago.

The girl floated over, with an indescribable mysterious etherealness.

Jin Jian's dazed and unfocused gaze suddenly condensed, and from the sleeve of the black and gold-embroidered Divine Official robe, a slightly pale finger protruded.

Somewhat carefully, it pressed on the middle section of the exaggerated wind blade that had forced its way to a few inches in front of Zhao Du'an's forehead.

The "train" came to a screeching halt.

Bang!

Silently, the fierce and sharp wind blade, enough to tear through the heavy armor of the Iron Float Cavalry in the army, collapsed into a scattered turbulent flow, drifting towards the sides of the two.

"You, why didn't you dodge?"

Jin Jian's voice was ethereal, and she tilted her head, as if in doubt.

Huff… Zhao Du'an exhaled silently and asked, "Why did you only show up now?"

Jin Jian explained seriously:

"My mission is to protect your safety, not to catch thieves."

After thinking about it, she added:

"That's extra money."

It actually makes sense… a working man will never do extra work unless there's extra money… Zhao Du'an agreed deeply, raised his hand and pointed at the other party, and asked with a smile:

"What's the price for capturing him?"

Well… anyway, no matter how expensive it is, I'll promise it first, and then find Ma Yan to reimburse it… the Imperial Prison Agency shouldn't be short of money.

"He doesn't need money."

The girl named Jin Jian fluttered her sleeves, looked at the black-robed warlock with a straight face, and said with a somewhat displeased expression:

"The orthodox Count of Wind summoning technique originating from the Celestial Master's Mansion… where did you learn it from? The Dharma God Sect? Or a fleeing Divine Official?"

After a pause, the girl with an ethereal voice and mysterious temperament shook her head and said:

"You certainly won't answer, then I'll just have to clean up the sect."

No… the guy didn't say a word, and you just determined that he wouldn't say it… Zhao Du'an complained weakly.

Across the long street.

The black-robed warlock no longer had any leisure, staring at Jin Jian with a wary look, and blurted out:

"Vermilion Dot Divine Official! ?"

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The upstairs is being renovated. My head is full of electric drill sounds when I'm coding, and my efficiency is low. The update is a little late. .