Chapter 1563: Let Him Go! This Time, He Really Came Right!

What just happened? Did you see it clearly?

I didn't see it clearly—I only saw a black afterimage flash by, then Joel flew off.

No way, is Xu Jingming really this outrageous?

After a moment of silence, several war generals on the road were visibly shaken.

You should know that they are eight-star war generals, and there are even several nine-star war generals among them.

Yet even so, they couldn't even see Xu Jingming's movement.

How strong must the opponent be?

Laura was completely stunned.

She stood frozen, the holographic display on her smart bracer still flickering, showing Xu Jingming's rank: Five-Star War General.

But her gaze remained fixed on the human-shaped depression in the distant wall, her mind blank.

A Five-Star War General just one-shot an Eight-Star War General?

What kind of fantasy is this?

The trouble is resolved. Let's go.

Only when Xu Jingming spoke did Laura snap back to reality, quickly nodding:

Huh? Oh! Yes, yes! Please follow me!

Her attitude grew even more respectful, even bowing slightly without realizing it.

Xu Jingming stepped forward to follow.

But after just two steps—

Shhh-shhh-shhh—

Three figures appeared before him like flashes, blocking his path.

They were the same War Generals from the pavilion who had been sitting with Joel!

Now their faces were grim, eyes sharp, their aura rising subtly into an invisible pressure.

You beat one of our God-Slaying Martial Temple's men and just walk away? Doesn't that seem inappropriate?

The bearded giant in the center spoke coldly, his voice like iron scraping stone.

He stood two meters and fifty centimeters tall, his muscles knotted and bulging.

Beneath his dark red battle armor, explosive power swelled.

The other two flanked him left and right, their gazes hostile.

The atmosphere tightened again instantly!

The surrounding war generals held their breath, eyes darting between the two sides.

Is the God-Slaying Martial Temple here to reclaim their honor?

Xu Jingming halted his steps, his cold, clear black-and-white eyes lifting slightly to regard the three:

Huh? Is this how the God-Slaying Martial Temple operates? Send the elders after the juniors get beaten?

His gaze swept over them, tone flat yet laced with icy mockery:

That bald man provoked me first, boasted he'd strike, so I just granted his wish.

Now you can't take a loss?

The bearded giant's face darkened, about to speak—

Let him go.

A steady voice came from behind.

Everyone turned to see a figure walking slowly toward them.

He stood at average height, his face as hard and cold as stone.

Each step he took resonated with the earth, radiating a weight like a mountain.

It's Ross! The God-Slaying Martial Temple's Nine-Star War General!

Sss, this guy's military merit already exceeds thirty billion—he never expected him to come to Aries Star.

Some nearby soldiers recognized Ross and showed signs of wariness.

Generally, a Nine-Star War General's military merit hovers around twelve billion.

But Ross's military merit is more than double that!

This alone proves his formidable strength.

Brother Ross! But Joel—he—

The other two also looked resentful.

Ross stepped forward, his gaze first sweeping toward Joel on the distant wall.

The Eight-Star War General was still trapped in the wall, his battle armor shattered, blood trickling from his lips—he was clearly badly injured.

Ross withdrew his gaze and looked at his three companions, shaking his head:

Joel provoked him first and was defeated in one strike. We have no grounds to complain.

He paused, then turned his gaze to Xu Jingming; deep within his stone-like eyes, a sharp glint flashed:

There will be other chances.

This remark was meant for both his companions and Xu Jingming.

With that, Ross said no more, giving Xu Jingming a slight nod:

You're strong. I look forward to fighting you later.

Saying this, he turned and walked toward Joel.

The three bearded, burly men, though reluctant, could only glare fiercely at Xu Jingming before leaving.

Xu Jingming narrowed his eyes, watching Ross's back.

In that instant, he had faintly sensed a sense of oppression emanating from Ross.

He must be someone on par with Sister Lin Qianxue, capable of fighting a Eternal Life-tier powerhouse.

"This call-up order really was worth coming for."

Battle lust surged in Xu Jingming's heart.

This time, nearly all the Cosmic-tier prodigies from the Outer Battlefield had gathered!

Fighting Eternal Life-tier opponents had been frustrating.

But these people? They were perfect punching bags!

"Mr. Xu, this way, please."

Laura's cautious voice interrupted his thoughts.

Xu Jingming withdrew his gaze, nodded, and continued following Laura forward.

This time, no one dared to block him.

Along the way, battle commanders turned their gazes toward him—eyes filled with shock, curiosity, and rising battle intent.

Everyone understood.

This seemingly young Five-Star Battle Commander was no privileged sycophant, but a lurking ferocious beast!

Under Laura's guidance, Xu Jingming arrived at a standalone silver-gray villa deep in the residential zone.

The villa covered about three hundred square meters, three stories high.

Constructed entirely from a matte alloy, its lines were clean and harsh, its surface shimmering with faint energy luminescence.

"Mr. Xu, for the coming period, you will reside here."

Laura respectfully explained:

"The villa is fully equipped with living facilities, including a high-grade cultivation chamber and basic supply provisions."

"The smart butler has been activated—you may give orders at any time."

Xu Jingming scanned the villa and nodded: "Good."

"Then I won't disturb your rest."

Laura bowed deeply. "Should you need anything, contact me anytime via your smart armband—I'll attend to it promptly."

With that, she cast one last reverent glance at Xu Jingming before turning away.

Xu Jingming pushed open the villa's front door and stepped inside.

The interior space was spacious, decorated primarily in silver-gray and deep black, sleek and technologically refined.

In the center of the living room floated a holographic control panel; a soft female voice immediately sounded:

"Welcome home, Master."

"I am the smart butler 'Stardust.' The environmental regulation system has been activated for you."

"Vera, take control of the villa's systems and remodel them into my preferred style."

Xu Jingming did not respond, walking straight to the living room sofa and sitting down.

"Hum—"

Ripples stirred in the air; Vera's soul-form materialized out of thin air—a succubus little girl.

First seizing control of the villa's intelligence, the entire house instantly transformed into a Blue Planet style, then floated before him.

Her large purple eyes blinked repeatedly, her small face brimming with exasperation:

"Tsk tsk, you're still too kind!"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Xu Jingming raised an eyebrow.

"In the Demon Clan, strength determines status!"

Vera placed her hands on her hips, adopting a lecturing posture:

"That bald fool just now—"

"Dared to openly defy a stronger, you should've eliminated him on the spot!"

"Why give him another chance to jump around?"

As she spoke, her heart-shaped tail swished excitedly behind her:

"Let me tell you, in the Demon Clan, the more you kill, the more valued you become!"

"Which high-ranking demon didn't climb to power over mountains of corpses and seas of blood?"

"You should've just zapped him with lightning right then—and—"

"Stop."

Xu Jingming, exasperated, cut her off:

"That's the Demon Clan. This is human territory."

He rubbed his temples, slightly weary:

"In human lands, killing fellow humans without cause—"

"Even if I'm the Disciple of the Supreme Sovereign, I might not survive the consequences."

"The Outer Battlefield has its own rules—it's not pure strength that reigns supreme."

"Rules? Rules are made to be broken!" Vera muttered, clearly unconvinced.

Xu Jingming had no interest in debating the Demon Clan's cultural traditions and was about to close his eyes and meditate.

"Ding dong."

A crisp doorbell suddenly rang.

Xu Jingming furrowed his brows and looked at the holographic surveillance image automatically appearing on the living room wall.