279: Chapter 279 Who still wants me to go back to Kyoto?

Su Chen's order echoed through the frozen snowy wasteland.

No one dared to utter half a word of dissent.

Hundreds of veteran soldiers from the Shura Camp remained frozen in place like mud and wood sculptures.

Their gazes were glued to Su Chen.

"Gulp."

Deputy Commander Gu Lie fiercely swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva.

This iron-blooded giant, who stood two point five meters tall and was covered in scars, was at this moment actually hunching his massive body.

He turned around and carefully picked up the black major general's overcoat from the snow.

This was what Su Chen had thrown to him yesterday before jumping off the cliff.

Lowering his head, he took heavy steps.

Step by step, he walked to Su Chen's rear side.

This thorny boss who once ruled the Shura Camp with an iron fist and made all the military ruffians tremble with fear was, at this moment, trembling slightly and uncontrollably all over.

His only remaining solitary eye stared fixedly at the ground.

He didn't dare raise his head at all to look straight into Su Chen's eyes!

"Com... Commander."

Gu Lie's voice was pressed extremely low.

His tone carried an unprecedented respect!

It even leaked a trace of humble flattery!

"Your clothes."

Gu Lie held that black major general's overcoat high above his head with both hands.

Su Chen did not speak.

He didn't even turn his head to look at Gu Lie once.

He merely turned slightly and spread his arms to both sides.

Seeing Su Chen's action, Gu Lie felt as if he had been granted a massive amnesty!

He hurried forward a step.

His massive two-and-a-half-meter body bent down submissively.

With gentle and extremely cautious movements, he draped that heavy black major general's overcoat over Su Chen's broad shoulders, which were covered in streamlined muscles.

Throughout the entire process, Gu Lie didn't even dare to breathe a single heavy breath.

"Snap."

Su Chen retracted his arms extremely casually, his hands naturally slipping into the pockets of the overcoat.

The first ray of dawn in the Far North finally completely tore apart the dark clouds.

The golden sunlight spilled unreservedly onto Jueming Ridge, shining upon Su Chen's shoulders.

Refracted by the morning light, the pure gold-crafted major general's star erupted with a dazzling and sacred brilliance!

This golden light pierced the eyes of the five hundred veteran soldiers in the entire camp.

Yesterday, when Su Chen walked into the camp wearing this general's star, they scoffed with disdain.

They felt that this general's star was smashed out with money by the Kyoto financial conglomerates, a product of "gilding."

It was trash meant to humiliate veterans like them who risked their lives on the front lines.

But today.

But right now!

Looking at that general's star shining brilliantly under the sunlight, looking at the youth in black standing in front of the three hundred-ton beast heads,

among the hundreds of desperados in the entire Shura Camp, not a single person dared to feel that this general's star was obtained through "gilding" anymore!

The weight of this general's star was hacked out rawly with the heads of three Tier 6 Peak commanders and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of tens of thousands of abyss beasts!

Well-deserved!

As heavy as Mount Tai!

"Click."

With his hands in his overcoat pockets, Su Chen slowly turned around.

He faced these five hundred dumbfounded veteran soldiers of the Shura Camp head-on.

That pair of deep, pitch-black eyes were like two scalpels that had just been quenched in bitterly cold ice water.

Inch by inch, they swept across the entire field.

Wherever his gaze swept, all the military ruffians felt as if their strength had been entirely drained from their bodies.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The legs of dozens of veteran soldiers in the front row went soft, and they knelt directly in the snow.

They held their breath tightly, trembling all over, not even daring to raise their heads.

Su Chen looked at this group of desperados shivering like quails, a sneer slowly curving at the corner of his mouth.

"Yesterday,"

Su Chen spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, and it didn't even incorporate any Qi and blood coercion of the Martial King Realm.

"someone said that this skin of mine is too clean."

Su Chen's voice drifted in the wind and snow like a rusted saw, cruelly sawing at the nerves of every single veteran.

In the crowd, the Half-beast veteran who had mocked Su Chen's clean clothes yesterday was so frightened that he peed his pants right then and there.

A warm stream of liquid flowed down his thigh into the snow.

He frantically kowtowed his head onto the ground, bashing it until blood flowed profusely, yet he couldn't even shout a single plea for mercy.

Su Chen ignored him, his gaze continuing to move backward.

"Others said that the wind of the Far North would scratch my face."

Su Chen's voice grew increasingly cold.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, fiercely smashing against the hearts of Gu Lie and all the veterans.

"Even,"

Su Chen raised his chin slightly,

"someone told me to pick up the scrap metal on the ground,"

"and cut off this general's star."

Su Chen stretched out his finger and flicked the golden-glinting general's star on his shoulder.

"Then, crawl back to Kyoto."

Across the entire Jueming Ridge, apart from the howling wind and snow, not a single other sound could be heard.

Even Jiang Feng and Lin Qinghan held their breath, watching Su Chen's back.

They knew that this Shura who had butchered his way through Kyoto and then butchered his way through the Far North was about to begin the final reckoning.

Su Chen withdrew his hand and put it back into his pocket.

He looked down condescendingly at these five hundred desperados, watching this group of once-unruly and fearless military ruffian troublemakers.

"Now,"

Su Chen's gaze nailed itself onto everyone present.

"is there anyone else who wants me to crawl back to Kyoto?"

A ferocious grin split across the corner of Su Chen's mouth.

"Step forward."

Boom!

This sentence was like a nuclear bomb detonating with a roar inside the minds of the five hundred veterans!

Step forward?

Who the fuck would dare to step forward!

Those three heads on the ground, each larger than a three-story building, hadn't even finished bleeding yet!

Those were Tier 6 Peak commanders!

What would a bunch of cannon fodder like them stepping forward accomplish?

Serve as after-dinner dessert for this living King of Hell?

"Thump!"

Deputy Commander Gu Lie, who stood at the very front—this two-and-a-half-meter-tall iron-blooded giant—

the moment he heard these words, didn't hesitate by even a fraction of a percent!

Both his knees went soft, and he dropped heavily onto the freezing snow!

His knees smashed two deep pits into the hard frozen earth.

Gu Lie pressed his forehead against the ice-shard-filled ground, trembling all over like a sifter.

"Commander's mighty divine prowess!"

Gu Lie's voice was hoarse, leaking extreme terror and the purest submission.

"Your subordinate is blind! Deserving of death!"

Swish swish swish!

Following Gu Lie's kneeling, the remaining four hundred-plus military ruffians of the Shura Camp were like toppled dominoes!

Not a single person hesitated.

Not a single person dared to harbor the slightest bit of unwillingness!

Everyone all at once dropped to both knees in the snow in unison!

"Commander's mighty divine prowess!"

"Your subordinates deserve death!!!"

The joint shouting of five hundred people gathered into an extremely fanatic wave of sound, instantly tearing apart the howling wind and snow of the Far North.

They were terrified.

They were thoroughly and completely subdued!

Su Chen stood in the cold wind, looking at the densely packed crowd of veterans kneeling on the ground before him.

On his face, there was not a shred of a victor's joy, only a matter-of-fact indifference.

"All of you, get up."

Su Chen spoke indifferently.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it made everyone feel as if they had received a grand amnesty.

"Go hang those three heads for me on the camp's main gate."

Su Chen turned around and strode toward the direction of the command post.

"I want everyone on the entire Far North defense line to take a good look."

Su Chen's back appeared exceptionally aloof and domineering amidst the wind and snow.

"The face of my Shura Camp."