Chapter 192: Justified Cause

Qin Yang slapped him.

That black man lay down and fell asleep.

Qiao Yue lightly tapped the man's heart with her foot, shattering his pulse.

"How can you hit someone?"

An Asian-faced woman stepped forward and questioned Qin Yang.

"Long Guo person?"

Qin Yang asked.

"Yes, he's my boyfriend. You hit my boyfriend—I'll call the police and have you arrested."

The woman said.

Qiao Yue slapped her.

That woman collapsed straight to the ground, silent.

Another one died.

Qiao Yue didn't care either.

Even Qin Yang of Beautiful Country could make an opponent's liver tremble—what's a lousy Rotten Country?

The flight attendant stepped forward, checked, and was instantly startled.

Two people died.

This is a major incident.

The air marshal got the news, rushed over, and wanted to seize Qin Yang and his companions.

Just then, a person walked over.

This was a blond, blue-eyed Westerner; he gave Qin Yang a slight bow, then told the air marshal, "The plane can take off normally—move those two corpses down, don't delay departure."

The air marshal wanted to say something, but the other produced a document.

Instantly, the air marshal's expression turned solemn.

After looking at the document, he immediately became solemn and took away the two corpses.

As for Qin Yang and his group, no one gave them trouble.

This left the remaining passengers quite surprised.

Even if that black man provoked first, killing two people with no repercussions is still astonishing.

Many speculated about Qin Yang's identity.

Qin Yang glanced at the man.

The man smiled and transmitted: "Sir Rick of the Twelve Round Table Knights under King Arthur greets Mr. Qin."

Those under King Arthur.

The other is an immensely powerful being from Europe's ancient legends.

The Twelve Round Table Knights are his subordinates.

Of course, this person couldn't be the legendary King Arthur himself; he's likely a later inheritor of the legacy.

But his strength is absolutely not to be underestimated.

"Do you know me?"

Qin Yang asked.

"Hmm, your deeds in Beautiful Country have spread across Lan Xing. We don't want to be enemies of the mighty Mr. Qin, so King Arthur ordered me to ensure you can board the plane and return home smoothly."

Rick said seriously.

This is sending off a plague god.

Qin Yang naturally knew what they meant.

He just smiled.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Rick said.

Mainly, he didn't want to stay by Qin Yang's side— the latter is too strong; a single thought could kill him.

The Superman Alliance was almost completely wiped out.

Such a record shocked the entire West.

Qin Yang nodded.

The plane took off, but the gazes of those in first class toward Qin Yang and his companion changed.

A Long Guo youth couldn't help asking, "Brother, how are you so strong? Was that guy just now a Rotten Country official?"

Qin Yang gave a faint smile, without answering.

The youth found it boring, didn't dare get angry, just smiled.

But his curiosity about Qin Yang grew stronger.

All the way, no words.

All the way back to Long Guo, Qiao Yue woke from Qin Yang's embrace, eyes heavy with sleep.

"We've arrived."

Qiao Yue asked.

"Mm."

Qin Yang replied.

He knew well that only by his side could Qiao Yue relax so completely.

Qiao Yue suddenly sprang up, stood, and exclaimed, "It's best to be home."

Qin Yang also had this feeling.

They got off the plane and walked out of Nan Cheng's airport.

At that moment, a person walked over and then gave a salute to the two of them.

"Xiao Zhou, how did you come here?"

Qiao Yue asked.

"It's like this, the old master wants to meet Qin Yang in person, so he asked me to come and invite you over."

Xiao Zhou said with a smile.

"Has the old master come to Nan Cheng?"

Qiao Yue was startled.

"Who is the old master?"

Seeing Qiao Yue's solemn expression, Qin Yang knew the visitor's identity was certainly not ordinary.

After seeing the old master, Qin Yang finally understood.

Long Guo's military god, Xu Lao.

His life was legendary; he was called the iron-blooded military god, the toughest in Long Guo's era.

At this time, although he sat in a wheelchair, he still emanated a shocking killing aura.

That was the killing intent possessed only by a general who had spent a lifetime in war.

"Xu Lao, I didn't expect you to come to the South Capital; what business do you have with our Dragon Pavilion?"

Qiao Yue asked.

She only respected Xu Lao; fear was naturally impossible.

Dragon Pavilion stands outside the imperial court; it can be said to be a partner rather than a superior-subordinate relationship.

As the head of Dragon Pavilion, Qiao Yue treats everyone equally, even if she meets the president.

Xu Lao glanced at Qin Yang and said, "I came for him."

Qin Yang was not at all surprised.

In the Beautiful Country, he had slaughtered two cities.

If the imperial court showed no reaction, that would be strange.

"Xu Lao, what do you want from me?"

Qin Yang asked.

"The higher-ups want me to ask: do you have many people like you? Would they cause chaos in Long Guo? If people like you caused chaos, could you restrain or eliminate them?"

Xu Lao stated his plan.

He clearly knew this was no longer something Dragon Pavilion could handle.

Dragon Pavilion still belongs to the martial artist level, while Qin Yang and his group can be said to be in the mythic realm.

"On this point, Xu Lao can rest assured; no one dares to come casually, and Long Guo's cultivation world has its rules, plus orthodox sects impose constraints, so such things basically won't happen."

Qin Yang said.

"What if it happens?"

Xu Lao asked.

"Do you want me to step forward?"

Qin Yang felt a stir in his heart.

"Yes, a powerhouse of your level has terrifying destructive power; the people inside the imperial court are very dissatisfied, and even various countries are somewhat panicked. They possess great power, thinking they stand at the pinnacle of all beings, at the peak of the pyramid, able to control others' fates, yet they never imagined there exists such a mighty being as you in the world."

Xu Lao said with a bitter smile.

They know cultivators exist and that they are stronger than martial artists.

But no one expected cultivators could destroy a city in an instant, not even fearing a mushroom bomb.

This made the high-level officials of various countries panic.

Long Guo was the same.

If Qin Yang could agree to help them restrain those powerhouses, they would feel much more at ease.

Qin Yang thought it over, nodded, and said, "Alright, I'll take on this matter."

Xu Lao's eyes lit up.

He hadn't expected it to be resolved so easily.

He originally thought Qin Yang wouldn't agree, and had prepared many things to say.

"However, there's no need to specially form an organization; just use Dragon Pavilion's people. I've already begun bringing them into my circle, and before long they'll be able to stand on their own."

Qin Yang thought it over and said.

"I, on behalf of the imperial court and the people of Long Guo, thank you."

Xu Lao immediately said happily.

With those Dragon Pavilion people, he naturally feels relieved, and the big shots in the imperial court will also feel much more at ease.

After all, everyone knows what Dragon Pavilion members are like; they are only here to guard Long Guo, with no other ambitions.

Qin Yang and them immediately.

Qiao Yue couldn't help but ask, "Why did you agree to him?"

"For a legitimate cause, I want to take over the entire cultivation world of Lan Xing; this is a good start."

Qin Yang gave a light smile.