Starforce Warriors-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 searching for a way to defuse the perilous situation before her. Meanwhile, the guests erupted into cheers, their initial anxiety giving way to excitement.

The attendees recognized Aztast and his two companions immediately. If these three titans were present, who in Haijing City could possibly overturn the balance of power?

"Hahaha!" Zhang Yunchang couldn’t contain his laughter as his confidence swelled visibly.

Beside him, Gong Yunzhen and his father joined in, their faces lighting up with glee. Li Xiaofei was undeniably strong. But strength alone was insufficient. His strength had merely been enough to draw the attention of figures like Aztast.

Everyone was an ant beneath the Saint. Now, he faced not just one, but three Saints, all ranked among the strongest in Haijing City. The tense, fear-laden atmosphere that had gripped the grand estate earlier dissipated entirely, replaced by a sense of triumph and invincibility.

The guests’ faces lit up with smiles, and a relaxed atmosphere filled the air. Zhang Fan kept his eyes fixed on Li Xiaofei’s face, searching intently for the fear and panic he so desperately wanted to see. But he was disappointed. He couldn’t find the slightest trace of fear. In fact, he couldn’t quite describe Li Xiaofei’s expression at all. Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a hint of... delight?

Delight? How could that be possible?

Zhang Fan’s confusion grew by the second. Across from him, Li Xiaofei’s gaze moved calmly over Aztast and the other two until his eyes rested on Yang Zhihou.

"You’re from Great Xia?" He asked casually.

Yang Zhihou’s face remained composed, his silence cold and unyielding. To him, Li Xiaofei was nothing more than an ant, destined to be crushed, so he was unworthy of conversation. Li Xiaofei, however, didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the lack of a response.

Letting out a soft sigh, he spoke with a faint hint of melancholy. "I’ve always wondered why there are always people in this world who could live proudly as human beings, yet choose to debase themselves as someone else’s dog. And what’s more, they somehow feel superior about it."

Yang Zhihou’s face, which had been impassive until now, subtly shifted. A flicker of emotion passed through his cold demeanor, betraying the sting of Li Xiaofei’s words. He was of East Asian descent, with the bloodline of Great Xia flowing through his veins. Yet he had resolutely renounced it to join the Yiggs Union as a citizen.

He regarded himself as one of the Yiggs people and had dedicated his life to serving their interests. His relentless efforts to undermine Great Xia had earned him favor and a high position within the Yiggs Union. He took pride in his identity. But deep down, it was also his Achilles’ heel.

Now, standing before so many witnesses, his heart seethed with rage when he was mocked so openly and scornfully by Li Xiaofei.

"And I also don’t understand," Li Xiaofei continued, his tone sharp as a blade, "why you foreigners feel the need to meddle in other people’s homes. Don’t you have your own families? Your own places? Is dying in a foreign land and being buried in someone else’s soil really worth it? Is what belongs to others really that much better?"

He shifted his gaze to Aztast and Glenn Johnson as he spoke. The two men narrowed their eyes slightly as their expressions hardened. Li Xiaofei’s composure baffled everyone present.

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Why isn’t he afraid?

The thought rippled through the crowd, an unspoken question on their minds.

At that moment, Li Xiaofei turned his attention to Zhang Yunchang.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now," he said, his lips curling into a smile. "Why is that?"

Zhang Yunchang sneered coldly. "Why? Because your doom is inevitable. Do you think you’ll survive against three Saints? You’re nothing but a walking corpse."

Li Xiaofei burst into loud and unrestrained laughter.

"Thank you," Li Xiaofei said sincerely, his tone carrying a surprising warmth as he addressed Zhang Yunchang.

Zhang Yunchang was momentarily stunned, his expression freezing in confusion. Li Xiaofei slowly raised his hand, pressing it against the back of his head as if gathering his thoughts.

"You’ve just helped me achieve... what I’ve always wanted to do," he said, his voice trembling with excitement. He burst into laughter, the sound echoing boldly. "You’ve saved me a great deal of trouble, Director Zhang. Truly, thank you!"

Unbeknownst to the others, Li Xiaofei had long planned to eliminate the foreign Saints on Haijing City's ranking of martial power in one decisive move. However, the challenge lay in gathering them together. Trying to take them out individually would waste precious time and energy. Each Saint was a menace that was capable of drawing out unnecessary complications.

Now, thanks to Zhang Yunchang’s scheme, all the foreign Saints had been conveniently assembled in one place. The opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived.

Li Xiaofei activated the second lifesaving green hair without hesitation. In the next instant, a familiar swelling sensation filled his entire being as a flood of immense energy coursed through every fiber of his body.

It was an indescribable blend of softness and sharpness as an invisible but terrifying sword qi engulfed every inch of his form. The sheer force was beyond words. It was like his entire being had been reshaped into a weapon of unparalleled power.

Li Xiaofei extended his hand. The air around him seemed to shudder, trembling under the pressure of his rising might. With a single thought, Li Xiaofei summoned the rusty sword from the Secret Time Pavilion. As he infused it with sword qi, the blade began to hum and vibrate intensely.

The rust that once coated its surface flaked off and started to revolve rapidly around the sword like satellites orbiting a planet. A flawless blade of pure, jade-like brilliance emerged from beneath the rust.

This astonishing transformation sent shockwaves through the three Saints. The calm, aloof expressions of Aztast, Yang Zhihou, and Glenn Johnson shifted drastically. In that moment, they finally realized who stood before them.

The intelligence they had previously received had been shrouded in mystery. There had not been any clear visuals or discernible sword intent. The overwhelming brilliance of the sword qi back then had obscured all details, leaving only uncertainty. But now...

It was him!

Aztast, Yang Zhihou, and Glenn Johnson reacted instantly, their bodies tensing as they prepared to act. Yet it was already too late.

Li Xiaofei struck instantly. His flying sword soared into the air with a mere thought, delivering a swift, ethereal slash. A streak of silver-white sword qi cut through the void with a sharp hiss.

The sound of the air splitting had barely registered before the strike found its mark. Yang Zhihou, ranked fifth on Haijing City’s Strongest List, stood frozen, as if he were nothing more than a clay statue.

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?"