Chapter 1244: Thief King: Who Signed the Insurance for Zhongshan County?

Mu Mu Baiyi had no doubt about the outcome of this battle. With the advantage of the Tianting Sect, let alone a mere God of Justice Heng—even if the Emperor of Central Heaven came, it would be useless.

Rather than wait for the battle to end and be captured, it's better to take advantage of the ongoing fight and surrender to the Bone Barbarian.

Since Bone Barbarian is a disciple of the Wen Dao Sect, closely related to Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, and also an official of the imperial court, holding the position of top scholar with dual identities, surrendering to him is most appropriate.

"This is our sect's roster." Mu Mu Baiyi also brought the letter of allegiance.

"This is ours," said the late sect leader.

"Alright, I know you're surrendering. Can you guarantee the safety of the people in this county?" Bone Barbarian took the two letters of allegiance in a daze. Now is not the time to consider performance; they haven't escaped danger yet.

Meng Jingzhou and the six sect leaders of the Jiuyou Sect are fighting their shadows, meaning there are fourteen Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators battling in the sky. Looking through all of history, such battles are extremely rare.

If any of their attacks land even a single blow, countless casualties will occur.

"We guarantee mission completion." This is a great opportunity for merit, so Mu Mu Baiyi and the others naturally won't refuse.

With three Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators joining, the safety of the county's people is secured, but the battle in the sky still needs a breakthrough. Thinking this, Bone Barbarian walked toward the prison.

The God of Justice Heng had transferred the people of Zhongshan County without change, so their positions before and after the transfer remained the same. Thus, finding the original prison location posed no difficulty for Bone Barbarian.

At the prison location, the prisoners were stacked like Arhats, groaning in pain. The King of Thieves sat on top, greeting Bone Barbarian: "Yo, County Governor, you've come."

He patted the buttocks of the person sitting beneath him and said casually: "These prisoners wanted to escape, but I caught them all back. Does that count as merit?"

"It definitely counts."

Bone Barbarian bowed seriously to the King of Thieves: "May I ask you, senior, to join the battle?"

The fourteen Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators in the sky are evenly matched, their techniques yin and yang canceling each other out, making it hard to decide a winner. To break the stalemate, only new combat power can help.

And the King of Thieves is the most suitable combat power.

"Sure." The King of Thieves readily agreed. If his old ancestor, the Thief Ancestor, knew he was doing nothing in this battle, he'd probably hang him up and whip him.

Moreover, he loves seeing officials come to him for help—perfect chance to return a favor.

He took out a flying dart coated with deadly poison and threw it at one of the six shadows. The shadow couldn't react in time—the dart struck, cutting his arm.

The King of Thieves frowned: "Is it useless?"

The poison on the dart seals the throat upon seeing blood; even Tribulation Transcendence cultivators must divert spiritual energy to suppress it. Yet the opponent showed no reaction despite being poisoned, indicating a special constitution—unafraid of poison.

"Then I'll have to change methods."

The King of Thieves vanished instantly, moving at an unparalleled speed. He took out eight flying darts, arranging them around himself to form a protective barrier.

He directly joined the battle, and with just one strike, he severed one of the opponent's fingers.

"Your skill is lacking." The King of Thieves darted through the battlefield; the shadows all wanted to attack him, but none could land a hit. Conversely, his attacks always hit their mark.

"Governor Barbarian, how's my skill?"

"Senior King of Thieves, you're formidable."

"Knowing you're formidable is good enough, but I can't control the battle outside—you need to prepare yourself mentally."

Just thinking about the aftermath of the battle in Zhongshan County made the King of Thieves want to laugh: "Two half-immortals fighting in Zhongshan County—no matter who wins or loses, you'll have to rebuild the county, right?"

He had seen the methods of the God of Justice Heng and Lu Yang. With his cultivation level, joining would not only be useless but might even cause friendly fire.

Bone Barbarian hadn't expected the Senior King of Thieves to be so thoughtful. He bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your concern, senior. I previously bought insurance for this county. After the war, the Landing Gold Merchants Guild will compensate."

King of Thieves: "..."

"Who the hell signed this insurance contract? Such a huge deal—how come I, the guild leader, don't know about it!"

Thinking this, the King of Thieves wished he could rush to Zhongshan County right away—maybe he could help.

However, the shadows' attacks showed no sign of stopping. The King of Thieves had no chance to leave the Fengdu space.

"Damn it, damn it—this is you forcing me!"

The King of Thieves was enraged by the shadows. Since you won't let me leave, then you won't have it easy either!

He suddenly struck out, abandoning his previous frivolous style; his combat style became extremely aggressive.

The techniques attached to the eight flying darts were fully activated. These eight darts represent the eight directions—this is the art of Qimen Dunjia. He also uses this technique to nurture eight different strange creatures, capable of divine powers like summoning wind and rain, shaking mountains and moving earth.

"Die!"

The shadows were hit one after another by the King of Thieves' attacks, and the battlefield balance began to tilt visibly toward his side.

"Not fast enough, still not fast enough!"

The King of Thieves' attacks became increasingly fierce—each second, another building in the outside world would be damaged, and it would all be his fault!

"Faster, still need to be faster!"

The King of Thieves moved so fast his mouth dried out, yet he remained anxious, wishing he could end the battle instantly.

Suddenly, his body felt light, as if something had appeared inside him, allowing his speed to increase further.

But his speed just moments ago had already been the limit.

He turned his gaze inward and, to his astonishment, discovered a rapidly spinning fruit had appeared inside his body at some point—seemingly real yet illusory, like a dream.

"Is this the embryonic speed Dao fruit the Thief Ancestor spoke of?"

The King of Thieves felt joy in his heart. He had long struggled to condense the embryonic speed Dao fruit, never expecting to break through his limits in this battle and form it.

He could also be considered a half-immortal.

"No, this isn't the time to think about that—need to deal with these enemies quickly!"

The King of Thieves had never felt his body so light before, truly embodying what urgency means.

"So this is the speed the Thief Ancestor possesses—no wonder every time I cast a spell, I can't escape his palm."

In the King of Thieves' eyes, the shadows' movements were as slow as a turtle's—no threat at all.

He struck down the six shadows like autumn wind felling leaves, severely injuring them.

He originally wanted to join Meng Jingzhou's battle against the shadows, but that battlefield alternated between extreme cold and extreme heat—even with his speed, he couldn't intervene or get close.

"Forget it—I'm not needed here. Time to go help outside."

The King of Thieves tore open space and arrived in Zhongshan County.

However, Zhongshan Prefecture turned out to be unexpectedly intact, with barely any signs of battle visible.

What's going on?

Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed above his head—he saw a colossal, boundless handprint appear. The Bandit King had no doubt that once it landed, Zhongshan Prefecture would surely be reduced to ruins.

To avoid being struck, the Yin-Yang Dual Embodiments of Lord Si Heng fought desperately: "Palm-Holding Heaven and Earth!"

The Palm-Holding Buddha Realm descended, the Palm-Holding Heaven and Earth rose, and the two great handprints collided in midair. Zhongshan Prefecture narrowly escaped destruction in this delicate balance.

"Hahaha, let's see how long you can hold out!"

Lu Yang laughed wildly, continuing to unleash the Palm-Holding Buddha Realm—after all, his power came from the Buddha Realm incarnation, which was inexhaustible, and he simply didn't believe Lord Si Heng could outlast him.

The Bandit King silently observed the battle, caught in a dilemma.

Who should I help?

(End of Chapter)