Starforce Warriors-Chapter 505: Triple Kill (1)

"I recall sending someone to give you my message," Li Xiaofei’s gaze burned like a ghostly flame in the wilderness. It felt like it could pierce through the dark heavens. He declared, "Support the new policy with sincerity, and you live; oppose it, and you die."

Zhang Yunchang chuckled coldly, "So, it’s you."

Li Xiaofei responded, "I heard you boasted that the new policy is doomed to fail, and that you would ensure City Leader Xue entangles himself in a web of his own making, leaving him with no place to be buried. Is that true?"

"And what if it is?" Zhang Yunchang sneered. "What even are you? How dare you threaten an official like me? Hah! In my eyes, you're not even worth as much as a fly."

"Impressive courage," Li Xiaofei remarked calmly, "It seems that my duties kept me from acting sooner, and you've begun to think yourself untouchable. Since you’ve admitted it with your own mouth, I’ll personally send you on your way."

Li Xiaofei stepped out slowly from behind the dining table. His body grew one or two meters with each step he took. By the time he had taken his fifth step, his figure had surged to a towering height of ten meters.

Strangely, the unremarkable black suit he wore expanded with him, miraculously adapting to his size and staying intact without tearing. The peculiar black material clung tightly to his skin, revealing his muscular frame. A violent, primeval aura burst forth, overwhelming everyone present with an unbearable sense of suffocation.

It was his Second Form, the Asura form!

The crowd around them felt as though they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast. A primal terror gripped their hearts, sending chills down their spines. Faces turned ashen as they screamed and retreated, afraid of being torn apart.

In the distance, Gong Qian shuddered.

This isn’t the Five Spirits Realm. The so-called murderer is not an expert in the Five Spirits Realm. He is a terrifying existence capable of rivaling the Divine Realm.

Zhang Fan’s face grew deathly pale.

Did I really just try to provoke someone at the Divine Realm?

Luckily, his father was present. Otherwise, he would already be a corpse. On the other side, Zhang Yunchang's expression turned serious, a hint of gravity settling over his face.

Still, it all made sense. After all, how could just anyone serve as an envoy for the Dragon Group? In the absence of the group leaders, who were at the Saint level, it was only fitting that a Divine Realm powerhouse would step in to represent the Dragon Group of Great Xia. Such a role demanded strength of that caliber. But it was just fitting and not extraordinary.

The once-glorious era of Great Xia's ancient martial lineage had long faded. It was now in decline and a mere shadow of its past brilliance. Great Xia no longer wielded the global prestige and dominance it had once commanded.

The name Great Xia Dragon Group, which had once struck fear into the hearts of countless people, had lost its former potency after being eroded by the relentless passage of time.

"You may be strong, but..." Zhang Yunchang sneered coldly, his tone dripping with contempt as he prepared to continue.

However, Li Xiaofei had no interest in further conversation. He unleashed the Hundred-Step Divine Fist as his opening blow. It was a technique from a newly mastered martial manual.

Given Li Xiaofei's current physical strength and the sheer intensity of his inner qi, even a basic military boxing style would possess unparalleled power in his hands, let alone a treasure-tier martial art like the Hundred-Step Divine Fist.

The twelve Inscribed Treasure Bones of emperor-grade star beasts embedded within Zhang Yunchang’s body instantly roared to life. Behind him, a massive phantom of a Six-Boned Winged Dragon Whale took shape, its enormous wings spreading wide as it seemed ready to take to the skies. The act of spreading its wings unleashed a gale of qi-laden force.

Each of the twelve Inscribed Treasure Bones of the Six-Boned Winged Dragon Whale was a priceless artifact. He had received them as gifts after allying with the Yiggs Federation. Today, Zhang Yunchang intended to use these gifts from his Yiggs allies to demonstrate his worth.

"Dragon Whale Sky-Splitting Devour!" Zhang Yunchang brought his hands together with a thunderous roar, forming two massive Sea Eye Vortices. The vortices spun violently, resembling twin colossal dragon whales as they spiraled toward Li Xiaofei.

This was the innate divine ability of the dragon whale. As a ruler of the seas, the Six-Boned Winged Dragon Whale stood at the apex of the marine food chain. The devastating power of this technique seemed capable of tearing apart the heavens and the earth.

An unfazed Li Xiaofei sank into a stable stance, his knees bending slightly. His waist and legs moved as one as he unleashed his fists like a human pile-driver. In an instant, thousands of punches were delivered with earth-shattering force. The continuous barrage tore through the twin Sea Eye Vortices. Zhang Yunchang's face filled with astonishment. His opponent's strength was far greater than he had anticipated.

"Interesting, but not by much," Li Xiaofei remarked, a spark of excitement lighting up his face.

This was the first time since cultivating the Beichen Sword Qi Meridian Severance Technique to achieve 999 qi meridians and mastering his three transformation states that he was facing a Divine Realm powerhouse in actual combat.

What defined the Divine Realm? It was when martial techniques approached the divine. The power of martial combat skills in the Divine Realm multiplied exponentially, far surpassing the comprehension of those below this level.

Take, for example, Zhang Yunchang’s earlier Dragon Whale Sky-Splitting Devour. Against any other martial artist, even one at the Dao Union Realm, such a technique would have torn them to shreds in an instant. But unfortunately for Zhang Yunchang, his opponent was Li Xiaofei.

"Come on!" Li Xiaofei laughed, charging forward.

He continued to fight using the strength of his Asura form. Martial techniques and combat skills flowed seamlessly one after another. Despite the relentless onslaught, Zhang Yunchang calmed his mind and focused.

The twelve Inscribed Treasure Bones of the Six-Boned Winged Dragon Whale in his body surged with inner qi, their power roaring like thunder. The echoes resembled the long cry of a dragon whale as it unleashed a force of unparalleled strength. The battlefield erupted as each exchange shook the earth and sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two powerhouses clashed repeatedly, sending deafening explosions echoing across the estate. Even though both fighters restrained themselves enough to prevent the shockwaves from damaging the structures within Haijing City, the thunderous blasts still left many guests bleeding from their ears and seeing stars. They had no choice but to retreat further and further.

Five minutes into the battle.

"Asura form is only sufficient to contend with a Divine Realm powerhouse," Li Xiaofei mused to himself. "It cannot truly defeat one."

This Zhang Yunchang, having transitioned from ancient martial arts to New Martial Arts, has transplanted the Inscribed Treasure Bones of star beasts into his body. Yet, it’s clear he cannot fully harness the true potential of the twelve Inscribed Treasure Bones.

It makes sense. After all, his position demands much of his time for socializing and strategizing, diverting significant energy away from cultivation. Moreover, as a citizen of Great Xia who has submitted to foreigners, his martial spirit has weakened. It’s as if he’s severed a part of himself. His Divine Realm cultivation is impure.

As the battle raged on, Li Xiaofei reflected deeply. The five minutes of combat had been more than enough for him to assess and measure his own strength. But he had already gained what he needed.

It’s time.

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Boom!

A new surge of violent energy from within Li Xiaofei as an unstoppable force roared to life. His aura and oppressive presence multiplied exponentially with each passing second. His already massive frame seemed to grow even more imposing as he transformed into his third form, the Demon God form.

Boom!

Li Xiaofei unleashed a single punch and the air exploded with a deafening crack. The space in front of his fist collapsed instantly, creating a visible vacuum in the air. The sheer force and speed of the strike caused light itself to distort, carving out a fan-shaped void between the two combatants.

Zhang Yunchang had no time to react. He was sent hurtling backward, blood spraying through the air. He crashed into a distant villa with the force of a cannonball.

Boom!

Dust and debris formed a towering plume, as rubble scattered everywhere, shaking the very foundations of the estate.

A heavy silence fell over the manor. All eyes widened in shock, fixed on the swirling dust cloud. Zhang Yunchang, the formidable director, had been defeated. But he hadn’t just been defeated; he had been crushed and sent flying with a single punch.

Zhang Fan’s mind buzzed like he’d been struck by a massive siege hammer. He stood frozen, unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed. He couldn’t believe it. The man he revered as a god, his father, who was invincible below the level of the Saints, had been defeated by a boy not yet twenty years old.

Gong Qian gritted his teeth in frustration. Meanwhile, Gong Yunzhen felt a mix of shock and delight. The shock came from witnessing the terrifying power of the Dragon Group envoy, a strength that was almost beyond comprehension. But the delight stemmed from the presence of the three Saints, including Aztast. No matter what happened here today, even if the esteemed headmaster Lu Xufeng of Zhendan himself appeared, it would amount to nothing more than a ripple in the grand scheme of things.

Gong Yunzhen shifted his gaze toward the cloud of dust, from which Zhang Yunchang was slowly emerging. The powerhouse of Haijing City's political arena was now utterly battered. His fighting spirit had been shattered, his arm fractured, and his body covered in profusely bleeding gashes.

He stepped through the haze. His movements were unsteady and his steps faltering. Yet, in his eyes glimmered a touch of manic amusement.

"Impressive. Truly worthy of being a Dragon Group envoy," Zhang Yunchang said, his laughter eerie and unsettling. "But such a pity, what a pity."

Li Xiaofei sneered but remained silent.

What? Is he trying to bait me into asking, ‘Pity for what?’ To play along with his act? Dream on.

However, behind him, Nan Hua suddenly felt a wave of unease. Anxiety surged within her as her eyelid began to twitch uncontrollably. She instinctively sensed that something was terribly wrong.

Zhang Yunchang’s voice grew even more deranged as he exploded into chilling laughter.

"What a pity that such a powerful and talented young Dragon Group genius would fall here within this manor. Ha! Once you're gone, what storms can Haijing City's Dragon Group possibly stir? When the time comes, I’ll uproot them entirely. There won’t be a single one left behind, not even their dogs or chickens."

"Just you?" Li Xiaofei grinned, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking smile.

"Of course not me alone," Zhang Yunchang sneered cruelly.

With that, he stepped to the side and bowed deeply, bending at a full ninety degrees toward the figures behind him. His voice rang out loudly, filled with reverence. "I humbly request the aid of the honorable Inspector to slay this fiend!"

As the dust fully cleared, the scene beyond became visible. Three figures stood before the half-collapsed ruins of the villa.

A tall, broad-shouldered man with golden hair stood in the middle. He wore a silver suit and his entire being radiated a brilliance like that of the sun. The moment he appeared, it was as if the night itself had been banished to be replaced by the blazing light of day.

Standing on either side of him were two others. To his left was an East Asian man with jet-black hair who had a cold and inscrutable expression. To his right was a calm middle-aged man with short, curly brown hair.

Though these two men simply stood there, their very presence was overwhelming. They radiated an aura of unattainable might. They seemed as steady as mountains and their composure as deep as an abyss. The mere act of looking at them felt like an affront, forcing all who dared to avert their gaze in awe and fear.