Chapter 795: Lyu Wenliang Appears! Prepare to Strike!

Half an hour later, the speeding SUV stopped at the intersection of Bolan Street.

Bolan Street lies within the jurisdiction of Qingpu District, one of the five administrative divisions of the Magic Capital.

Two kilometers further west lies the rarely visited outskirts of the Magic Capital.

Of course, compared to the outskirts, Bolan Street's population density wasn't much better.

It was now 6: 0 p. ., when the Magic Capital's downtown was bustling.

Yet on Bolan Street, pedestrians were extremely scarce.

Even standing at the intersection, one could hardly see any passing vehicles.

"According to the intelligence we received, tonight's Mandate Church gathering will be held over there."

Yang Hui pointed to a fountain square about a hundred meters to the right of the intersection.

Although Bolan Street lacked foot traffic, the square had been built quite well.

It featured not only a fountain but also vibrant flowers in full bloom.

"A square? The Mandate Church dares to hold a gathering out in the open?" Xu Jingming frowned.

In Great Xia, the Mandate Church was nothing but rats living in the sewers, never daring to show their faces.

Even when holding gatherings, they did so in secret.

Now, a rat dares to appear openly on the table—this means the sanitation here is definitely broken.

"Although Bolan Street isn't technically part of the outskirts, it's nearly the same."

The permanent population here is under four thousand, and the highest-ranked adept is only second or third tier.

Perhaps that's precisely why the Mandate Church chose this place."

Yang Yao replied thoughtfully.

"Under four thousand permanent residents, and yet they have this kind of infrastructure?"

Catherine beside him was surprised.

Though the surrounding streets weren't as luxurious as those in the Magic Capital's downtown, they were still clean and imposing.

She had assumed at least thirty or forty thousand people lived nearby—she never expected so few!

In the U. ., a place like this would be lucky to have running water and electricity.

No one would waste energy maintaining it.

After confirming the gathering location, Xu Jingming and the other two quickly moved to the most open vantage point—a seven-story residential building's rooftop.

Unlike the Magic Capital's downtown, buildings on Bolan Street were generally short.

Whoosh—

Yang Yao activated his combat technique, his spiritual energy surging out.

It enveloped all three of them, shielding them from detection by high-tier adepts.

Time passed second by second; the number of people on the square below gradually increased.

All were adepts, and the lowest-ranked among them were third tier—some even fourth or fifth tier.

"Bolan Street couldn't possibly have so many high-tier adepts. This must indeed be the Mandate Church's gathering site."

Xu Jingming's eyes gleamed.

There were surely many Divine Blood Envoys here—even if Lyu Wenliang didn't show up tonight, he could harvest plenty of adept points.

When the clock struck seven, over two hundred people had gathered on the square!

All wore identical black hooded robes, each bearing a bright red circular emblem on the back.

Logically, such an unusual gathering should have drawn attention from nearby residents.

Yet no one around noticed anything amiss.

Even pedestrians originally heading toward the square unconsciously changed their routes to avoid it.

This was the work of the Mandate Church's mental-type adepts using their abilities.

They altered the subconscious minds of passersby, making them oblivious to the anomaly.

"Given by Mandate, the Heavenly God Endures!"

At that moment, a sixth-tier adept stepped to the front of the square.

As his low, eerie voice echoed out,

Every person on the square's expression turned fanatical.

A fervent chant rose from the square, as if praising some great being.

"The gathering has begun. I sense no trace of Lyu Wenliang."

"Xu my lord, should we move now?" Yang Yao asked.

"Don't rush. Wait a little longer," Xu Jingming replied.

He had already activated his SS-rank perception combat technique, "Heart Net."

The moment Lyu Wenliang appeared, he would detect him.

"Understood." Yang Yao nodded and continued waiting.

The gathering on the square was highly ritualistic: first, over ten minutes of chanting doctrine.

Then, bishops and vice-bishops took turns speaking.

Their speeches all revolved around one theme: reviving the Mandate Church and seizing Great Xia.

To Xu Jingming, it was just like pyramid scheme propaganda.

With the aid of mental-type adepts, everyone's emotions were stirred to fever pitch.

Faces glowed with fanaticism; some even activated Divine Blood Secret Techniques, drawing waves of envious stares.

Becoming a Divine Blood Envoy was, to them, a source of pride.

But to Xu Jingming, it was merely another adept point marked for harvest.

Two hours passed quickly; the Mandate Church gathering neared its end.

Yet Lyu Wenliang still hadn't appeared.

"Xu my lord, let's move now—I suspect Lyu Wenliang won't come."

Yang Yao ventured the suggestion.

Lyu Wenliang's absence could mean faulty intelligence—or that he'd learned of their ambush and stayed away.

Either way, the mission had gone wrong.

And if Lyu Wenliang didn't show, this S+ mission would surely be downgraded.

Getting a B rating would be a relief.

Yet beside him, Xu Jingming suddenly spoke: "He's here."

"What's here?"

Before Yang Yao could react, a figure appeared in his spiritual perception.

The aura radiating from it was as scorching and brilliant as the sun—an eighth-tier Grand Master adept!

"Is that Lyu Wenliang?!"

The figure radiated an aura as scorching and brilliant as the sun—undoubtedly an eighth-rank Grand Master-level adept!

But what stunned him more was that Xu Jingming had sensed Lyu Wenliang's arrival before him!

"Does Xu Jingming's spiritual perception surpass mine? But he's a Thunder-type adept, isn't he?"

Yang Yao silently marveled.

But now wasn't the time for shock—he quickly said:

"Xu my lord, since Lyu Wenliang has appeared, let's call the Thunder Martial Hall's experts over."

"Thunder Martial Hall's experts?" Xu Jingming frowned, confused.

This response left Yang Yao speechless—he blurted out:

"The eighth-tier expert who came with you from the Thunder Martial Hall! Only with him can we capture Lyu Wenliang."

"The Thunder Martial Hall's expert?"

Xu Jingming frowned and shook his head: "I'm executing this mission alone. No other experts accompanied me."

"What?!"

At these words, Yang Yao went numb.

He never imagined Xu Jingming had come alone on this mission!

Lyu Wenliang was an eighth-tier mid-level Grand Master, wielding Divine Blood Secret Techniques—his combat power could rival an eighth-tier upper-level adept!

In the coming battle, Xu Jingming losing and Lyu Wenliang escaping was the least of it.

If Lyu Wenliang decided to kill, Xu Jingming could easily die!

Remember, Xu Jingming himself was one of the Mandate Church's targeted assassinations!

Worse still, not only was Xu Jingming here, but so was the U. .'s SS-rank adept!

He couldn't even imagine what would happen to him if either of them died.

"Should I call the Director first, then proceed?"

Yang Yao swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead.

"No time. Lyu Wenliang has reached the square."

Xu Jingming's gaze sharpened.

It's too late; Lu Wenliang has already reached the square.

Xu Jingming's gaze sharpened.

The next moment,

Wild and brilliant golden lightning erupted from him, his body instantly transforming into a reinforced form over three meters tall.

Boom!

He pushed off with both legs, launching himself like a cannonball from the rooftop toward the square below!

"It's over!" Yang Yaoyang's vision went black.

He felt that after tonight, his position as Director of the Public Security Bureau's Investigation Division would surely be over...