115: Chapter 115 Emergency Recruitment

"Great Elder! Why are you joining in the fun!"

Lei Qianjue stomped his feet in anxiety.

"He is holding S-rank flying daggers, and combined with his Psychic Power, it could really be fatal!"

"If you hurt your old bones, how am I supposed to answer to the War God Temple!"

In the center of the testing ground.

Great Elder Lu Anguo had already tossed his outer robe aside, wearing only a thin training suit.

The old man twisted his neck, his joints popping.

"Little guy, come on."

He planted his feet apart, firmly settling into a horse stance.

Boom!

Cyan Qi surged upwards, condensing into a semi-circular, inverted Qi shield.

He was protected in the center.

Martial Saint Shield.

Li Zhengyang stood in place, not rushing to attack, but instead pointing at the layer of cyan Qi.

"Great Elder, let's make this clear first! If I can't hold back and end up dislocating one of your old arms or legs, does the medical bill go to the public or your personal account?"

Several veteran generals in the observation room rolled their eyes.

The veteran general with a mole pointed at the blast-proof glass and cursed.

"Arrogant! The Great Elder is standing still letting him hit him, and he's still worried about medical bills!"

Great Elder Lu Anguo laughed in spite of his anger, slapping the shield with one hand.

"I am maintaining the shield at thirty percent of my Qi and blood. If you can leave a white mark on this shield, I will pay out of my own pocket and transfer one billion to you!"

The old man's voice rose, filled with absolute confidence.

"If you can break the shield and injure me, my life is yours, and I will never hold it against you!"

One billion.

Li Zhengyang's slouchy posture vanished instantly, his back straightening up.

This isn't a test.

It's clearly money delivered to my door.

"Fine, you said it. The surveillance overhead is recording everything."

He stepped back half a step with his right foot and opened his sea of consciousness completely.

Hum!

Twelve Tiangang Blades rose into the air, lining up, their pitch-black tips locking onto Great Elder Lu Anguo a hundred meters away.

"Interesting, come on!" Great Elder Lu Anguo roared.

"Hold on tight." Li Zhengyang flicked his fingertip.

The twelve flying daggers converged in mid-air, connecting end-to-end, spinning at high speed.

Go!

A black line tore through space.

Great Elder Lu Anguo had originally stood with his hands behind his back, not taking it seriously at all.

Just as the flying daggers closed within ten meters, the old man's expression changed drastically.

The terrifying pressure of that Psychic Power made the hairs on his body stand on end.

I can't block it!

The shield at thirty percent of my Qi and blood simply cannot withstand this strike!

But now, trying to mobilize all my Qi and blood to reinforce it is too late!

Crack!

The sound of shattering echoed in the air.

The cyan Qi shield erupted with several tiny cracks from the point of impact.

Immediately following, it spread to the entire shield.

It shattered with a roar!

The flying daggers headed straight for Great Elder Lu Anguo's face.

At the moment of life and death, Great Elder Lu Anguo forcibly twisted half his body, tilting his shoulder.

Swish!

The flying daggers grazed past his left shoulder, bringing up a string of blood droplets.

The flying daggers continued their momentum, all of them slamming into the testing wall behind him.

They sank in to the hilt, leaving only twelve deep holes.

Dead silence.

The large observation room was eerily quiet.

The veteran general with a mole had weak legs, grabbing the windowsill with both hands to barely keep himself from collapsing to the ground.

It was broken.

The shield of a Martial Saint at the mid-stage, maintained at thirty percent, was shattered by a twenty-year-old young man in one strike!

He even drew blood!

Lei Qianjue pinched his thigh hard, hissing in pain.

On the testing ground.

Great Elder Lu Anguo looked down at the bloodstain on his shoulder, wiped it with his hand, and his fingertips were stained red.

He wasn't angry; instead, he tilted his head back and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha ha!"

"Good! What a great Psychokineticist! What a great Northern Territory Minister!"

Great Elder Lu Anguo strode toward Li Zhengyang, completely ignoring his bleeding shoulder, his face full of excitement.

"It has been a hundred years for Great Xia, and finally, a sharp blade has emerged that can pierce directly through the Soul Demon Abyss!"

Li Zhengyang raised his hand and made a grabbing motion.

The flying daggers embedded in the wall flew back, landing steadily into the box.

He closed the lid.

He extended his right hand, rubbing his thumb against his index finger.

"Great Elder, are you alright?"

Li Zhengyang raised an eyebrow.

"If you're fine, about that one billion from earlier, do you want to scan a code or make a transfer? I don't do credit."

Great Elder Lu Anguo rolled his eyes at this behavior, said nothing, and raised his tactical watch to operate it on the spot.

"Beep."

"Received, one billion great xia currency exactly."

Hearing the crisp notification sound, Li Zhengyang retracted his hand with satisfaction.

Lei Qianjue pushed the door open and rushed out, hurriedly pulling out hemostatic medicine.

"Great Elder, this wound..."

"Just a flesh wound, won't kill me."

Great Elder Lu Anguo pushed away the medicine, staring straight at Li Zhengyang.

"With this combat power, looking at all of Great Xia, below the Martial Saint level, no one can suppress him."

"Even above the Martial Saint level, they would have to weigh their options."

"The fight is over, and the money is collected."

Li Zhengyang tucked the metal box under his arm.

"If there's nothing else, I'm heading back to the Northern Territory; there's a mess waiting to be cleaned up at home."

Just as he turned around, a long siren suddenly erupted overhead.

The giant screen at the Pojun Division headquarters flashed frantically, and red light instantly covered the entire hall.

A bounty was displayed across the center of the screen.

S-rank emergency call-up!

Li Zhengyang stopped and looked up at the big screen.

At the very bottom of the screen, a string of numbers appeared that made one's heart race.

[Bounty: Ten billion great xia currency (Magic Cores counted separately), Pojun Contribution Points: 50,000.]

Great Elder Lu Anguo's expression changed drastically, not even caring about the knife wound on his shoulder.

He left Li Zhengyang behind and ran wildly toward the command hall.

"Something big has gone wrong!"

Li Zhengyang didn't say a word, following closely behind.

Just kidding.

Ten billion plus 50,000 contribution points.

If this mission gets snatched by someone else, he'd slap himself in the face for three days straight.

Headquarters supreme command hall.

Qin Zhan and Commander Chu Xiong were analyzing the situation above.

The atmosphere in the conference room was suffocating.

Li Zhengyang wandered in and found a chair near the door to sit down.

"Everyone is here, look at the screen." Qin Zhan pressed the Enter key.

The holographic projection displayed the scene.

Black mist permeated the wilderness, with over a dozen corpses lying scattered on the ground.

Judging by the numbers on their tactical vests, they were all elite Martial Venerable members of the Pojun Division.

The dozen or so people were dead, with not even a single scratch on them, their combat uniforms clean.

The image zoomed in.

In the close-up, the deceased's eyes were bulging, and their facial features were completely distorted.

They must have experienced extreme torture before death.

"Three hours ago, two hundred kilometers outside the wall, the Soul Demon Abyss outpost lost contact."

Qin Zhan tapped the table.

"To be safe, I sent two Martial Venerable reconnaissance teams to investigate, and they were completely wiped out."

Commander Chu Xiong slammed his fist onto the table.

"Damn it! Not even a single wound, this is really damn eerie!"

The medical officer nearby pulled up the test data to report.

"Report, sir, preliminary remote scanning shows the deceased's torsos are intact, with no damage to internal organs."

"But the brain region has completely collapsed, the sea of consciousness was forcibly drained, and it is determined to be brain death on the spot."

As soon as the words "brain death" were spoken, everyone present fell silent.

They were all men who had rolled through mountains of blades and seas of fire; no one was afraid of a head-on fight, at worst it was a life for a life.

But this way of dying without bleeding, where the brain is turned into paste, is impossible to defend against.

"Soul Demon race." Great Elder Lu Anguo walked forward, leaning on his cane.

These three words are synonymous with disaster in the classified files of the Great Xia military.

A group of special demon-beings that rely entirely on devouring the spirits and souls of human martial artists to grow stronger.

Physical attacks cause extremely low damage to them.

And their psychic piercing can ignore the top-tier black iron armor, detonating directly inside the martial artist's brain.

Lei Qianjue had a dark expression.

"The Soul Demon Abyss has been quiet for decades, why is there a sudden riot?"

Qin Zhan pulled up the magnetic field heat map, pointing to an eye of the storm.

"The psychic magnetic field intensity is off the charts. The last waveband transmitted back from the outpost indicates that an old monster has awakened inside."

He looked around the room.

"Conservatively estimated, it is a Martial Saint-level Soul Demon, with nearly ten thousand low-level Soul Demons gathered around it."

"Once this old thing fully recovers, the psychic storm will sweep through several surrounding war zones. Frontline martial artists won't be able to withstand this indiscriminate contamination and will all end up brain-dead!"

Commander Chu Xiong impatiently unbuttoned his collar and paced back and forth.

"How do we fight? Our people are all mortals trained with blades and guns; they basically have no Psychic Power!"

"Even if a Martial Saint goes, there's no guarantee of winning!"

A fat officer wiped the cold sweat from his face.

"Go to the treasure vault and take out those psychic defensive items! Have a Martial Saint lead the way and slowly push in, wearing them down!"

"No!"

Great Elder Lu Anguo rejected it outright.

"Psychic defensive items are not a permanent solution. If the items break deep in the Soul Demon Abyss, that would be a total loss!"

The conference room completely exploded into chaos.

Who to send? How to fight?

The death of one high-grade Martial Venerable is an immeasurable loss for Great Xia.

Everyone was pulling their hair out over this tricky psychic monster.

The arguing almost blew the roof off.

Li Zhengyang, who was leaning against the door, straightened up and stretched.

When Lei Qianjue turned his head, wanting to find someone to discuss countermeasures.

The area by the door was empty.

Only a door was left, still swaying slightly.

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