Chapter 647: Can

If the Phoenix Organization can send someone down to assist, there's still room for negotiation.

If the Phoenix Organization sends no one down, this act of submission becomes even more necessary.

As long as we can stall them, the method doesn't matter.

At the very beginning, whether it was us or our neighbors, we all wanted to deter Dayang Fu's retaliation with the strongest possible stance.

Now it's clear this is playing with death—playing with a madman's life!

Who can withstand playing with death against a madman who can slay a Human-Level powerhouse? The Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild simply couldn't bear the pressure anymore.

A madman comparable to a Human-Level powerhouse—either kill him here today, or submit humbly.

Otherwise, like a porcupine, you prick the madman, and later, even if he just waits outside the city gate, he can slowly wear down the Old City Caravan Guild to death.

He appears and vanishes without trace, kills anyone he sees, more of a Night Thief than the Night Thief himself, deliberately tormenting the Old City Caravan Guild. Even if this escalates to the Heavenly Merchants Alliance, it may be impossible to resolve—and they might even find it troublesome and sell us out to appease the madman powerhouse.

But when the Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild wanted to surrender, the Fourth-Rank Blue Guard, Lord Gan, who had been sitting on the chair for nearly half the night, immediately wore a foul expression.

He gave the Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild a cold, stony face, and his temper was no better.

"What do you mean? You're backing down—where's my face? I, a mere…"

Boom!!

A thunderous crash cut off Lord Gan's voice mid-sentence.

From the source of the sound—the main gate of the Old City Caravan Guild's compound—was blasted outward in a shower of wood splinters, flying hundreds of meters before slamming into the hall's wall, snapping in two, and landing at their feet.

Amid swirling dust, the Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild and Lord Gan, the Blue Guard, stared in shock toward the entrance.

There, at the far end of the courtyard in a straight line, stood a black-clad figure, still holding the kicking pose, slowly retracting his foot.

"Dayang Fu's Supreme Guest, here to challenge you!"

Arrogant!

Utterly arrogant!

Unmasked, unrestrained arrogance!

Late at night—even if you and I both know, and everyone else knows, who has come to collect a debt—

But for you to say it out loud? That's an entirely different matter.

Or… does this guy truly believe he can kill everyone here and silence them all??

The Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild and Lord Gan, the Blue Guard, stared at Fang Yue with wary uncertainty.

At that moment, the guards of the Old City Caravan Guild had already charged forward, roaring loudly.

A dense tide of figures surged toward Fang Yue like a black wave.

Although the Old City Caravan Guild hired Blue Guards to garrison them, relying on Government power for deterrence—

It didn't mean they hadn't prepared backup measures.

These elites had long been stationed within the compound, waiting for the right moment to emerge and fight to the death for the Old City Caravan Guild.

And now was the time for them to fight!

"Given his attitude walking in, do you still think you can smooth this over? Still think you can apologize and beg for forgiveness?" Lord Gan sneered, glancing at the Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild, whose face had flushed with humiliation.

"... Lord Gan, please don't mock me. That man has discarded even basic courtesy—he has torn the mask off completely and intends to fight the Old City Caravan Guild to the death! Under these circumstances, how could I possibly retreat? Whether the Old City Caravan Guild still stands in Chunuan City tomorrow depends entirely on your help, Lord Gan."

"Hmph! Rest assured—strange calamities fall under the jurisdiction of the Qing Bureau. Violent human crimes fall under the jurisdiction of the Blue Shan! If he dares storm in today, this matter lies squarely within the Blue Shan's purview. Within Daqing Guo, I don't believe he would defy Qing Guo law and slaughter innocents right before my eyes!"

With every word Lord Gan spoke, it sounded as if musical tones resonated, each syllable emerging louder than the last.

By the final four words, it was like thunder roaring!

At that moment, Lord Gan resembled a mortal judge, passing judgment on all evil under heaven!

And at that moment, countless guards of the Old City Caravan Guild had already reached Fang Yue's front, their battle cries deafening.

But the next instant, both the Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild and Lord Gan, the Blue Guard, widened their eyes in disbelief at the scene before them.

The surging guards, like a black tide, rushed toward Fang Yue—but as he raised his blade and brought it down, he cleaved through the dense wave as if it were a sharp, unyielding blade, slicing through resistance without pause!

The rushing tide split apart like water hitting a boulder, surging around its sides.

And the black tide that passed by the boulder? Each man was cut cleanly in two, dying instantly.

Step by step, one man per step, one life per slash—Fang Yue walked slowly, steadily forward, his movements casual and effortless.

Behind Fang Yue, corpses piled into mountains, blood flowed like rivers—a scene of apocalypse!

Fang Yue moved like a precise executioner, mercilessly reaping the guards' lives. By the time he reached the hall's entrance, his path behind him was paved with corpses, the ground soaked in blood.

Watching Fang Yue, after slaughtering every guard, calmly step into the hall, both the Old City Caravan Guild and the once-arrogant Lord Gan, the Blue Guard, felt a chilling dread rise in their hearts.

Only by witnessing it firsthand could one truly grasp Fang Yue's terror.

The overwhelming, suffocating killing intent—the calmness with which he slaughtered so many without so much as blinking.

It was so unnatural, yet so terrifying.

The reputation of the 【Killing Demon】 was indeed fitting!

The Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild trembled—trembled from fear!

All these men in the courtyard were the Old City Caravan Guild's entire elite guard; the rest were rabble. Even if they rushed over, they'd stand no chance against Fang Yue.

Especially since killing this group was like raising his blade and cutting down one after another—no pause, no hesitation.

His movements were casual, effortless—as if he hadn't exerted himself at all!

This was terrifying!

For the first time, the Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild understood what it meant for a man's strength to be unfathomable.

Seeing Fang Yue step into the hall, the Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild, utterly spineless, scrambled forward several steps and fell to his knees with a thud right before Fang Yue.

"Lord Ye! Are you the Supreme Guest of Dayang Caravan Guild, Lord Ye? I surrender! I beg for peace! I offer everything the Old City Caravan Guild possesses as tribute—only ask to ally with Dayang Caravan Guild, to share life and death henceforth!"

The Regimental Commander of the Old City Caravan Guild spoke with heartfelt sincerity, tears welling in his eyes as he wiped them away.

But what greeted him was a black blade—and a single question.

"Who is your upstream contact in the Phoenix Organization?"

The Old City Merchant Brigade's Regimental Commander was briefly stunned, his mind flashing through possibilities at speed, before finally shaking his head.

"I don't know…"

Before the words were finished, his head had already flown from his shoulders.

Fang Yue flicked the blood from his black blade onto the ground; the black blade, which had solidified due to a shift in internal force frequency, returned once more to its incorporeal state.

Fang Yue tilted his head and glanced sidelong at the Blue Guard beside him.

"Are you going to stand up for him?"

(End of chapter)