Starforce Warriors

Chapter 506: Triple Kill (2)

Chapter 506: Triple Kill (2) "Inspector!"

Someone in the crowd gasped in shock.

The golden-haired man standing at the forefront was none other than Aztast, the Star Council’s appointed Inspector for Haijing City. Behind him stood two other equally imposing influential leaders in Haijing City. The first was Yang Zhihou, the Consul General of the Yiggs Union in Haijing. The second was Glenn Johnson, the Consul General of the European Alliance in the city.

These men were not only political powerhouses but also wielders of absolute martial strength. All three were Saints ranked in the top ten of Haijing City’s strongest.

Their sudden appearance sent a wave of dread through the crowd. Nan Hua’s face turned deathly pale. As a socialite well-acquainted with the city's elite, she recognized all three instantly.

But why? Why are these three martial titans, each a hegemon of their respective domains, coincidentally present at Zhang Yunchang’s banquet?

A flash of realization struck Nan Hua like lightning. She suddenly understood that tonight’s Zhang family banquet was likely not just a casual gathering. It was, in fact, a carefully orchestrated assembly targeting the new city leader, Xue Xuanqi.

And she, along with Li Xiaofei, had unwittingly stumbled into it. No wonder Zhang Yunchang had been so dismissive of Li Xiaofei’s threats. Not only had he remained unshaken, but he had also openly declared his intent to defy Xue Xuanqi.

It all made sense now. He had the full backing of the foreign powers. Tonight was bound to end disastrously. Her mind raced as she began frantically

He didn’t even have time to react as his body was cleaved cleanly in half. The two halves of his lifeless form collapsed to the ground, spilling blood across the broken earth.

It was an absurd death. It was so abrupt and thorough that it almost seemed like he had been an imposter posing as a Saint. The others hadn’t yet processed what was happening, but Aztast and Glenn Johnson, the two remaining Saints, reacted in an instant.

"Wait, Your Excellency..." Glenn Johnson raised his hand, shouting urgently and desperately.

Simultaneously, he began to unleash the power of a Saint, his energy flaring as he attempted to defend himself. But a streak of silver-white sword light flashed by. No amount of words, no Saintly principles or laws, could withstand that strike.

All his defenses dissolved into nothingness under the brilliance of the sword. Ranked ninth on Haijing City’s Strongest List, Glenn Johnson had fallen.

At the same time, Aztast turned and fled without hesitation. Gone was any concern for his reputation or dignity. He knew, with absolute clarity, that he was no match for that sword. It wasn’t something human hands could withstand. That sword qi was a force from the heavens; something no mortal could ever hope to comprehend.

In Aztast's memories, only the ancient, reclusive monsters within the Star Council itself possessed such overwhelming strength.

"Don’t run," Li Xiaofei said coldly.

He had finally been presented with the perfect opportunity, so how could he let Aztast escape? The sword shot forward, piercing through the void with a mere thought. It flashed once, and then returned.

Aztast’s massive frame plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily into the manor grounds with a thunderous impact that shook the earth. Ranked second on Haijing City’s Strongest List, Star Council Inspector Aztast, had fallen.

The world fell into utter silence. The grand and luxurious estate grew as still as a midnight graveyard as an oppressive quiet settled over everyone.

Zhang Yunchang, Zhang Fan, and the Gong father-and-son duo were paralyzed with fear.

Dead?

Three Saints, no, not three chickens, three of the strongest in Haijing City... wiped out, one by one, in mere moments?

No. This must be a dream.

It has to be a nightmare.

If I wake up now, this nightmare will end.

The two pairs of fathers and sons gasped for air like fish out of water, their wide eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. Meanwhile, Li Xiaofei’s body had returned to its normal size.

The special combat suit provided by Xiesheng Fashion Group had endured the intense expansion and shrunk back without losing its original shape or style. It remained intact, which was a testament to its exceptional quality.

Only his shoes had been torn to shreds during the battle. Yet standing barefoot did nothing to diminish the imposing aura of the envoy.

Li Xiaofei turned to Zhang Yunchang and asked, his tone dripping with mockery, "Now, remind me, who was it you said was destined for destruction?"