Chapter 378: Commander Heilong

Heilong Siling is a tall, robust, middle-aged man.

He has a tall and sturdy build, with a powerful physique, standing nearly two meters tall. His crisp black military uniform, paired with his massive frame, radiates an incomparable sense of nobility and imperial authority.

His face is imposing, with neatly groomed sideburns, and he wears black sunglasses on his high-bridged nose, concealing eyes as sharp as a falcon's.

If there truly were a black and white world, then Heilong Siling would be the emperor of the underworld—his word is law, supreme and absolute, capable of deciding the fate and lives of thousands with a single utterance.

But the so-called emperor's authority is merely derived from imperial power. When an empire reaches its end, the emperor is nothing more than a puppet to be manipulated.

Therefore, Heilong Siling is not only an emperor but also a martial artist. He possesses top-tier martial power in the current age, a strength that originates from within himself and will not change due to external factors.

Even if the Heilong Society were to disband, he would still remain among the tiny elite at the very top of the pyramid.

"Heavenly Lone Star, Dark Demon Star... Yu Liancheng." Heilong Siling muttered to himself; though he is an emperor and a hegemon, he has his own anxieties as well.

Whenever he is alone, he always thinks of Mingsha and recalls the words she once said to him.

"Commander, you are a dragon among men, a peerless talent, and the world will sooner or later belong to you... However, it is fated that two stars will ruin your grand plans and destroy your hegemony. This is what I have learned through years of stargazing and divination. One is the 'Heavenly Lone Star'; this star brings misfortune and conflict, and those who touch it will not meet a good end. The other is the 'Dark Demon Star'; this one is even more sinister and evil, the greatest baleful star among all the stars in the heavens."

"These two stars symbolize that two people will appear in your life, Commander, hindering your path to dominance and glory..."

Mingsha is Heilong Siling's right-hand woman, and she has played a crucial role in his rise. Her divinations and calculations have almost never been wrong.

Therefore, Mingsha's prophecy is the one thing Heilong Siling fears most in his heart. How can human strength resist the rolling torrent of fate?

"Hmph, nonsense about the 'Heavenly Lone Star' and 'Dark Demon Star.' As long as they dare to hinder my hegemony, I will slay them with my blade, without exception."

A cold, grim expression appeared on Heilong Siling's face. He extended a massive palm and clenched it fiercely, as if gripping fate itself in his hand, his expression ferocious and savage: "And that Yu Liancheng of the Qinglong Society—anyone who opposes me will die without a burial place."

The Rakshasa Gate has disintegrated and collapsed, but the Qinglong Society, which is even more troublesome than the Rakshasa Gate, has emerged.

If the Heilong Society wishes to invade the east and further expand its influence, it is inevitable that it will clash and collide with the Qinglong Society.

Furthermore, the Heilong Society is not a simple underworld organization; it has its own mission and tasks...

"The 'Heavenly Lone Star' Hua Yingxiong has already headed to Great Shanghai and will not pose any obstruction to your hegemony. As for the so-called 'Dark Demon Star,' he has already committed suicide in the vast ocean, so there is no need to worry."

On the empty high platform, an ethereal voice appeared without warning, as if drifting and floating out from the void.

Heilong Siling was suddenly startled; his expression became incomparably grave, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes. At the same time, his True Qi surged throughout his body, causing his black military uniform to billow slightly.

His brow twitched, and through the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shadow beside him. Based on this shadow, he estimated the opponent was at most four or five meters away.

In an instant, Heilong Siling felt a sense of absurdity. With his martial arts cultivation, no movement within a radius of several hundred meters could escape his notice.

Yet, at this moment, the opponent was so close that if they hadn't spoken, he feared he still wouldn't have detected them.

If the opponent were an assassin, he would likely be dead beyond all hope by now. At this thought, cold sweat broke out on Heilong Siling's forehead.

"You are looking at my shadow." The faint figure's voice continued, with a hint of playfulness in its tone: "Very well, since you like to look, you might as well look a little more."

Heilong Siling's body jolted suddenly.

In his peripheral vision, that shadow suddenly twisted and writhed, as if it had turned into a living creature, yet it was filled with ghostly energy, becoming a collection of all things evil. Just by looking at it, it felt as if one's spirit and will were being twisted and polluted.

The shadow expanded continuously, spreading like ink dropped into a pool, and countless pale hands reached out from the black shadow, grabbing Heilong Siling's calves and dragging him downward, as if to pull him into that darkness.

"Damn it, what kind of ghost is this?"

Cold sweat poured down Heilong Siling like rain. He suddenly twisted his body, raised his arm high, and threw a punch at the ground.

The ground shook violently, the floor shattered with a boom, and the force of the punch swirled in all directions.

The darkness that had been continuously enveloping him had already vanished.

On the ground, there was only a faint, sparse shadow, with no other abnormalities, as if everything before had been but a momentary illusion.

Following this shadow upward, Heilong Siling saw an Asian man dressed in a black suit with black hair draped over his shoulders. His pupils constricted, and he spoke in slightly rusty Huaxia: "Yu... Lian... cheng!"

"It is I." Yu Liancheng's expression was calm and unruffled.

Heilong Siling rose to his full height and said with a grave expression: "How did you enter the Heilong Society?"

He speculated inwardly that the Heilong Society's defenses were strict and equipped with the most advanced mechanisms; could there be a traitor?

"I walked in." Yu Liancheng said.

"You..."

"Enough, stop the nonsense." Yu Liancheng waved his hand dismissively: "I have dealt with the 'Heavenly Lone Star' and the 'Dark Demon Star' for you; shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

"Very well, I shall show you right now." A grim smile curled at the corners of Heilong Siling's mouth as his surging True Qi erupted from his body, causing the air within a ten-zhang radius to whistle.

The murderous intent was violent.

Swish!!

The Western-style sword at Heilong Siling's waist suddenly unsheathed. His momentum soared; he was like a mad dragon, his blade like a mad dragon, as he slashed down rapidly.

It was precisely the Mad Dragon Blade Art's 'Mad Dragon Breaks the Heavens'.

This was his appreciation.

Yu Liancheng frowned slightly.

The power of this strike was not bad, but that was all it was; it posed no threat to Yu Liancheng whatsoever.

According to Yu Liancheng's thoughts, the Heilong Society and the Rakshasa Gate checked and balanced each other, so Heilong Siling's strength should be on par with the Master of the Rakshasa Gate.

Yet, looking at it now, it was more than a notch inferior.

Was Heilong Siling holding back his full strength, or was there another reason?

Without waiting for Yu Liancheng to ponder further, the blade light, like a mad dragon, had already slashed down rapidly, intending to take Yu Liancheng's life in one stroke.

"Forget it, I'll just use your life to show your appreciation instead."

Yu Liancheng's demeanor was leisurely. His five fingers tightened abruptly, forming a fist, and he raised his arm, pulling it back to the absolute limit.

He threw the punch!

In an instant, the entire space seemed to have been blasted open, as if it had been shattered.

The fist, carrying peerless force, collided head-on with Heilong Siling's Western-style sword without dodging or evading, intending to pit flesh and blood against a weapon.