Chapter 510: Two Hundred Billion!

Seeing Ying Mou, the Palm Seat, nod without hesitation, the man's pupils suddenly flashed a hint of sharpness.

He stared at Ying Mou, the Palm Seat, for a long time, his gaze as if trying to pierce his body and see into his heart.

Ying Mou, the Palm Seat, felt his scalp crawl under that gaze, the sweat on his forehead grew denser, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.

But he dared not move or speak, simply lowering his head and standing there respectfully.

The atmosphere in the hall was oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

The man remained silent for a long time.

He stood there like a statue, completely motionless.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha!"

His laughter echoed in the hall, shaking the palace lanterns to sway slightly, and the candle flames flickered along.

This instead left Ying Mou, the Palm Seat, somewhat baffled.

He raised his head, glanced secretly at the man, his eyes full of confusion.

You should know, this person before him is of noble status, commands the capital's heavy troops, and is a major figure counted among the top in the entire empire.

To kill Jiang Feng, he even mobilized five billion in funds, without blinking an eye.

Although this sum of money is nothing to someone of his stature.

But upon learning the mission failed, losing many experts and even a night city that brought in a fortune daily, shouldn't his attitude be extremely angry?

How come he seems even happier?

Ying Mou, the Palm Seat's mind raced.

He could only stand there, waiting for the man to finish laughing.

The man's laughter gradually subsided, but the smile on his face did not disappear.

He looked at Ying Mou, the Palm Seat, his eyes full of excitement, his voice tinged with agitation.

"He actually mastered Law Power—this shows the five billion wasn't wasted!"

The man turned, walked two steps toward the map, stopped again, and turned his head to look at Ying Mou, the Palm Seat.

"This young man is indeed a Kunlun Disciple; in such a short time he has already mastered Law Power."

"Hahaha, your Duanhong Pavilion has rendered great service this time!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the confusion on Ying Mou, the Palm Seat's face deepened.

He simply couldn't understand how, with the mission failed and the target not killed, it could count as a great achievement.

Ying Mou, the Palm Seat hesitated a moment, then couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

His eyes flickered, and he continued.

"You already knew Jiang Feng possessed Law Power?"

If so, then this sir is concealing it from our Duanhong Pavilion.

Although he is of noble status, a figure with far-reaching influence.

But such blatant concealment is something Duanhong Pavilion will not tolerate.

For an assassin organization, the greatest taboo is an employer withholding key information.

If the employer had told them Jiang Feng mastered Law Power, they would have sent higher-grade assassins.

They wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.

Ying Mou, the Palm Seat's eyes turned somewhat cold.

"Sir, this is..."

He hadn't finished speaking, but the meaning was already clear.

At this moment, the man also seemed to notice Ying Mou, the Palm Seat's abnormality.

He glanced at Ying Mou, the Palm Seat's expression and knew what he was thinking.

He also knew he had violated Duanhong Pavilion's taboo.

An employer withholding key information, causing mission failure, is a major taboo in the assassin trade.

The man's smile faded a little, but he was not angry.

He looked at Ying Mou, the Palm Seat, and said lightly.

"Come forward."

Ying Mou, the Palm Seat hesitated a moment, then stepped forward.

He walked to the man's side and stood before the huge map.

The man's finger traced a line on the map, then came to rest on a nearby table.

On the table lay dozens of photos, neatly arranged.

Ying Mou, the Palm Seat couldn't help but be curious; he lifted his head, glanced at the photos, then looked at the man and asked.

"What is this?"

His eyes were full of doubt.

The man gave a low chuckle, his voice tinged with pride.

"This is the reason I want to kill Jiang Feng."

He picked up the top photo and handed it to Ying Mou, the Palm Seat.

"Take a look."

Ying Mou, the Palm Seat took it and lowered his head to look.

The photo was very clear, showing some ancient characters and patterns, as if taken from some ancient text.

Those characters are very ancient, with strange strokes, not the script used today, like something from several thousand years ago.

Ying Mou Palm Seat glanced a few times, his brows slightly furrowed.

He could not understand those characters, nor those patterns, but he could feel that these things were not simple.

The man looked at his expression and continued speaking.

The other day, the family's Dark Stake in a university research institute in Jiangnan discovered these photos.

His voice was very low, as if he were speaking of a huge secret.

After investigation, it was found that these pictures were sent by Jiang Feng. And what is recorded on them is the inheritance of the spacetime laws.

Ying Mou Palm Seat hearing this, his whole body trembled, and he stepped back several paces.

His face turned pale instantly, his eyes full of shock.

Inheritance of the spacetime laws?

That is something legendary, the ultimate treasure countless Martial Ancestors dream of.

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The spacetime laws left by the Great Law Martial Ancestor, if anyone obtains them, they can break through Martial Ancestor and reach a higher realm.

No wonder, no wonder this lord spent fifty billion to kill him.

It turns out it was for the inheritance of the spacetime laws.

The man's gaze grew deeper, he looked at Ying Mou Palm Seat and continued speaking.

The female professor of that research institute, I have already brought under my control via secret channels.

His tone was very flat, as if speaking of something very ordinary.

Further confirmed that this is the inheritance of the spacetime laws.

The man paused, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

You should know, the spacetime laws are our family's supreme secret art. Jiang Feng daring to touch them is a dead end.

His voice turned cold.

But I really didn't expect him to have mastered it so quickly!

The man's tone carried a bit of surprise, a bit of regret, but more killing intent.

Ying Mou Palm Seat immediately asked, his voice somewhat urgent.

What next? My lord, what do you plan to do?

The man heard, gave a low smile, his eyes full of cold intent.

Keep killing!

His voice was very firm, without the slightest hesitation.

He must die!

The man turned around, looked at the map, his back to Ying Mou Palm Seat, and fell silent for a moment.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but each word struck Ying Mou Palm Seat's heart like a hammer.

I can offer 20 billion.

Ying Mou Palm Seat's pupils contracted sharply.

Twenty billion.

It is exactly four times the previous price.

Even Duanhonglou rarely takes on such a huge order.

Ying Mou Palm Seat's mind raced with calculations, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

The man continued speaking, his tone carrying a hint of indisputability.

But this time, I want it to be foolproof.

He turned around, looked at Ying Mou Palm Seat, his eyes full of cold intent.

I do not want to hear news of mission failure again.

Ying Mou Palm Seat took a deep breath, clasped his fists, and said.

My lord, rest assured, after I return I will personally arrange it. This time I will not disappoint you again.

The man nodded, glanced at him.

Go.

Ying Mou Palm Seat bowed, turned and walked out of the hall.

His figure disappeared into the night, soon out of sight.

The man stood before the map, watching the direction Ying Mou Palm Seat left, silent for a long time.

Then he lowered his head, looking at the photos on the table, his eyes full of greed and killing intent.

Spacetime laws...

He muttered to himself, his voice very soft, as if talking to himself.

It is destined to be mine.

The man raised his head, looking at the map on the wall, his gaze falling on Jiangnan's position, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Feng, a Kunlun Disciple, somewhat interesting.

The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

However, no matter how interesting a person is, once dead they are no longer interesting.

The man turned around, walked to the table, picked up those photos, and flipped through them one by one.

His fingers lightly slid over those ancient characters, as if caressing something precious.

Soon.

His voice was very low, low enough that only he could hear it.

Soon, all of this will be mine.