Keeping a secret?
What kind of person is best at keeping a secret?
Dead people, of course!
Although the black-armored figure spoke with a hint of playfulness, everyone could feel the piercing killing intent in his gaze.
The assassins from the Huang and Li families exchanged glances, each seeing the raw terror in the other's eyes.
Yi Jing's pupils contracted violently. At this moment, her combat intuition screamed in warning—danger! Extreme danger!
Yet she couldn't gauge the depth of her opponent's strength. Was he an Edgerunner? Or a Prophet?
Wanting to test him further, she quickly materialized a thick mirror wall in front of herself and shoved it forward, sending it hurtling toward him.
Crack!
The mirror wall shattered like paper under a single punch. The black fist, carrying devastating power, pulverized the barrier.
In the next instant, the black figure abruptly vanished. Yi Jing's expression shifted, and she immediately stepped through a mirror to escape to the other side.
Boom!
Like a humanoid dragon, Sinking Black obliterated the mirror double where she had just been standing.
Yi Jing's heart nearly skipped a beat.
Too fast! And this power was absolutely abnormal!
This didn't feel like a Scavenger at all; instead, it felt like an aberration that specialized in physical power!
She no longer dared to be careless and shrieked:
“【Ocean of Mirrors, Churn!】”
This was another eruption of her Word Soul!
All the surrounding mirrors boiled violently like scalding water! Countless mirror shards peeled away from the ground and the air, coalescing into a massive torrent of glass that roared toward Xu Mo.
Every single shard in the torrent was as razor-sharp as a blade, spinning and slicing as the entire space transformed into a meat grinder.
Yet, facing this cataclysmic torrent of glass, the black figure didn't flinch. He charged straight into it, relying solely on his physical body.
Boom!!!
With him at the center, web-like cracks instantly spiderwebbed across the entire street. Countless shards lost their control and clattered uselessly to the ground.
Yi Jing stumbled back a couple of steps, her face displaying panic for the very first time.
What the fuck was this monster?!
Breaking a Word Soul with sheer physical strength?
No, this person's strength was too bizarre. There was no telling what would happen if she kept fighting!
“What are you standing around for?! Attack!” Yi Jing suddenly shrieked at the assassins around her, who were already frozen in terror.
With a violent wave of her right hand, several large mirrors nearby swallowed the assassins whole.
In the next instant, the mirrors flipped. The assassins screamed as they were spat out of the mirrors behind Xu Mo, hurtling toward him like human cannonballs.
Meanwhile, the moment Yi Jing finished doing this, she spun around to flee.
Her body began to turn translucent, its edges shimmering with watery mirror-light. She was going to dissolve her barrier and escape directly!
She was an Edgerunner, after all.
Once one mastered Escape Arts, they could go anywhere in the world. To kill an Edgerunner without special means was impossible, even for a Great Saint!
Although this mission was a failure, she didn't panic at all.
She possessed this explosive secret. Once she brought it back and exposed it, it would definitely cause a massive uproar!
When the time came, she would simply claim that Bai Feifei's identity was unknown and her motives were impure. She would say the girl herself was the problem, which was why she made up wild claims about the potions. It was a perfectly logical defense!
Yi Jing's mind raced, and she had already formulated her cover story for when she returned.
A slight smile even tugged at the corner of her lips.
However, after a few seconds, her smile froze.
She had pushed her Escape Art to its absolute limit. Logically, she should have dissolved into a beam of mirror-light and vanished.
Yet, despite her intentions, why hadn't she moved at all?
Her body hadn't turned into a mirror, and the surrounding mirror space didn't shatter at her command. Everything felt as though it had been paused.
What was going on?!
In her panic, she tried to look down, but found she couldn't even perform that simple movement. Her entire body was pinned in place!
“Trying to run?” Xu Mo's playful, raspy voice echoed from behind, accompanied by his approaching footsteps.
Each step crunched loudly on the glass-strewn ground, sounding as if he were treading directly on Yi Jing's heart.
“It seems you don't really want to help me keep my secret.” Xu Mo walked up to the immobilized Yi Jing and looked down at her.
Beneath his black faceplate, a terrifying grin seemed to form.
He slowly raised his right hand. Floating quietly in his palm was a gorgeous, golden crown emitting a soft, gentle glow.
Normal means couldn't kill an Edgerunner, but he certainly possessed methods that were far from normal.
Bai Feifei's Sanity was continuously dropping. He couldn't play around leisurely like last time; he only had a very brief window to pilot this high-level account.
To resolve the battle as quickly as possible, he pulled out all the stops, having prepared the Crown of Time Lag from the very beginning.
The golden light of the crown washed over Yi Jing's face, clearly illuminating her expression of utter terror and disbelief.
The Crown of Time Lag?!
Sequence S-079?!
Yi Jing's mind buzzed as if something had exploded inside it.
As an Inner City resident and a top-tier powerhouse, she naturally recognized this item!
How could Dawn City's crowning treasure, one of the highest-grade Containment Objects, be in this person's hands?
And could an S-rank Containment Object even be held directly by hand like this?
Who on earth was this person?!
In the span of a single spark, ten thousand thoughts flashed through her mind. She desperately wanted to beg for mercy, but she couldn't make a sound. Despair gradually flooded her eyes.
She finally understood. Today, she hadn't just kicked an iron plate; she had kicked a fucking steel plate!
What kind of entity had United Pharmaceuticals made her provoke?!
...
An ivory-white room.
Sunlight poured through the massive glass dome overhead, reflecting off the white marble floor of the entire venue.
Right in the center of the venue was a massive round table—the representative seats—surrounded by thirteen chairs.
Staff members bustled back and forth across the floor, setting up live-streaming equipment, tuning signal receivers, and adjusting camera angles.
At the representative seats, the heads of the five major families had already arrived in full force. Beside them, Prophet Liu Yun sat quietly.
Everyone sat in silence. In this solemn atmosphere, no one spoke, and no one showed any emotion.
Yet this time, despite the apparent quiet, there was an unmistakable sense of an impending storm.
Behind them was a ring of spectator chairs, occupied by core members of the various families and special individuals qualified to observe the proceedings.
At that moment, Wan Qianhong sat among the spectators, holding her phone with a slight frown.
“Why isn't she here yet...”
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