“Tsk, tsk, if I don’t rebuild my physical body soon, I’m afraid I’ll really be shown up by this formidable wife of mine!” Seeing Qing’er’s peerless elegance, Jiang Tian smiled with relief and also burst forth.
“Qing’er… has she become a fairy!?” The Jiang family were all dumbfounded, dazzled and unable to believe their eyes.
“Hehe, my son’s wife—how could she be anything less?” Zhang Wanqing smiled proudly, utterly satisfied.
…
“What was that sound?”
On the rooftop of the building across from the Jiang family villa, a sniper in a black bodysuit lay with his sniper rifle, hidden in the deep night. Suddenly hearing a sharp whooshing sound, his heart filled with alarm, and he looked up in shock.
Then, he witnessed a stunning sight. Against the backdrop of a full moon, a figure with flowing long hair actually streaked across the sky, descending like a goddess.
Before the killer could even dodge, Qing’er’s foot came crashing down from above.
With a loud crack, Qing’er landed on one knee, leaving a deep crater beneath her knee and foot. The concrete ground cracked and shattered, and the killer was instantly turned into a pulp of flesh.
Her white clothes remained unsullied by dust, ethereal and otherworldly, yet her petite frame gave off an imposing, solid, and mountain-like presence.
“One down!”
Qing’er stood up, raised her chin proudly, and advanced toward the remaining four killers.
“Congratulations on your first kill. But I’ve already taken out two!” Jiang Tian’s voice came through divine sense transmission.
The four gunmen opened fire in terror, and Qing’er swept her hand across.
With a sharp shhhh sound, a flame blade about eight meters long swept through.
The four killers were instantly cut in half at the waist, flames shooting skyward, and their bodies turned to ashes before they even hit the ground.
“Five—I’ve overtaken you!” Qing’er transmitted, a hint of smugness on her face.
“Flying really does feel amazing!”
With every leap, Zhao Xueqing soared a hundred meters into the air, gliding like a great bird. Every cell in her body cheered and jumped, and all forty-eight thousand pores greedily absorbed the spiritual energy scattered in the world, transforming it into true essence that gave her an endless supply of combat power!
The shackles in her heart had been broken, and the Immaculate Phoenix Maiden Physique had fully awakened. She could now fully display the peerless might of this divine physique!
She could even hover in the air for extended periods, feeling an exhilarating sense of liberation from gravity.
Flying through the air, the young girl tucked her Sennheiser in-ear headphones into her ears, picked a song to play on repeat, and then—
The soaring, piercing sound pounded against her eardrums and exploded deep within her mind, stoking her surging fighting spirit to its absolute peak—
“Throw away the watch, throw away the coat,
Throw away the backpack, then throw away the nagging,
Throw away the TV, throw away the computer,
Throw away the brain, then throw away the worries.
Go big or go small,
No matter what, someone always disagrees,
More hate, less love—
I just want to dance crazier and crazier,
Jump higher and higher, shake off the earth!
My heart pounds wildly,
In an instant, all worries are forgotten,
I never want to, never want to,
Sell myself short for even a second…”
Boom! Whoosh! Boom! Whoosh!
Accompanied by the rousing, high-pitched music, the dull thuds of Qing’er’s feet against the ground and the sharp sounds of her body slicing through the air rang out continuously, incredibly stirring.
Qing’er was like Wonder Woman or the Wasp, leaping up and down among the buildings.
Her speed was even faster than Jiang Tian’s, nearly breaking the sound barrier, leaving white turbulent trails in the air and a blurry afterimage that almost surpassed the limits of human vision.
Concealed by the night, and since no one really stares at the sky for no reason, even if someone did catch a glimpse, they’d probably think it was just a large bird flying by or a landscape searchlight sweeping across.
With one step into the void, Qing’er shot hundreds of meters away, and every time she landed, her hands were stained with blood.
At this moment, she was no longer the weak, pitiful girl who couldn’t even hurt a fly.
She was a peerless strongwoman who killed with every step—a supreme beauty who could freeze time and astonish the world.
…
“Sidewinder, Count Anthony the Blood Clan, Ruan Kun, and the Raging Ape have all… gone silent?”
In a room at a five-star hotel, “Greedy Wolf” Kim Tae-hyun frowned as he stared at the explosive news on the dark web, displayed on his specially modified computer screen.
Kim Tae-hyun was a Korean-American, a former U.S. Marine Corps marksmanship instructor who joined the American “Sky Eye” assassin organization after retiring.
He had a brilliant record, having assassinated countless politicians and high-ranking officials, and ranked sixth on the global “Killing Emperor” leaderboard.
A bounty of five hundred million US dollars—who wouldn’t be tempted?
That was truly an astronomical sum, unprecedented in the history of global assassinations.
But what truly moved him was the target of this assassination—the young Chinese martial arts grandmaster, Jiang Taichu!
The words “martial arts grandmaster” were taboo in the assassin world, but conversely, they were also a symbol of glory.
Killing a martial arts grandmaster was the ultimate honor for an assassin, a brilliant achievement that brought not only a hefty reward but also a surge in status and reputation!
Jiang Tian…
Was Jiang Taichu!
Others might not know, but Kim Tae-hyun had studied the target’s information in detail.
This newly risen martial arts prodigy, a young grandmaster said to be at the peak level, had supposedly slain Lin Zhenyu, the leader of the Big Circle Gang, on Poyang Lake.
A few days ago, he had also suppressed eight Southeast Asian powerhouses on the summit of Mount Everest, causing them all to perish and infuriating Wang Chongyan so much that he came out of seclusion early.
This prey… was terrifyingly formidable prey!
“Ruan Kun, Raging Ape… you were ultimately too foolish!” Kim Tae-hyun chuckled softly, his tone full of mockery.
He understood just how terrifying his target was, so he had made thorough preparations.
He had purchased a custom sniper rifle, ammunition, and a full set of gear from a mysterious alchemist in Europe.
The bullets were engraved with mystical runes, forged from special metals, capable of armor-piercing, combustion, and explosion, and even possessed some dark magic power—enough to kill even a count-level vampire.
Moreover, he had taken full patience, planning to give himself six months to snipe Jiang Tian.
Six months…
Even the craftiest fox would show its weakness eventually, and it couldn’t evade the experienced hunter’s gun!
He absolutely would not choose close combat like those fools Anthony and Ruan Kun.
Close combat—that was more a mercenary’s style, right?
Long-range sniping—and if you miss, you flee a thousand miles to preserve your strength—that was the most rational and correct approach for a true top-tier assassin!
After killing Jiang Taichu, he would become the number one on the Killing Emperor leaderboard.
And there was the five hundred million US dollar bounty too!
Achieve fame and fortune, buy a small island in the Pacific, bring over his wife who taught at the University of Pennsylvania, have her give him a whole soccer team like Mrs. Beckham—life would be just too sweet.
At the thought of this, Kim Tae-hyun was filled with fighting spirit and satisfaction. He walked to the window and used a high-powered tactical telescope to observe the Yao Wang Group building.
Would the target show up there?
It seemed like “Blackwater” mercenaries were all heading to the Yao Wang Group building today! He seemed to value his family a lot—he’d probably come to rescue them, right!
“Are you looking for Jiang Taichu?”
Suddenly, a soft but chilling voice sounded behind him.
The moment the voice rang out, Kim Tae-hyun’s hair nearly stood on end. The door was locked, he’d set up an alarm device, the windows were shut tight—the whole room was airtight. How had someone gotten in?
Kim Tae-hyun, who had never failed in 103 assassination attempts, naturally understood what this meant. Someone appearing silently behind him was like a thunderclap from a clear sky—a deadly threat!
Bang!
He spun around and fired, shooting at the blurry figure.
The suppressor on the barrel made the gunshot quiet, unusually muffled.
A woman!
A very beautiful Chinese woman!
Jiang Taichu’s wife!
And she hadn’t fallen—she wasn’t dead!
Seeing her clearly, countless thoughts flashed through Kim Tae-hyun’s mind in an instant, and he stared in utter horror at the stunning scene before him—
He saw Zhao Xueqing pinching a golden bullet between her delicate fingers. The bullet had already been deformed from the pressure.
Before Kim Tae-hyun could fire a second shot, her small, fair hand was already gripping his throat.
Crack!
Kim Tae-hyun’s neck snapped, blood spurting from the ruptured carotid artery, and his head drooped limply.
A red flame burst from her fair hand, engulfing him. His body instantly turned red-hot and translucent, bones and organs clearly visible, before turning to ashes in an instant.
“Eighteen so far, honey. I’m two ahead of you!”
Qing’er dusted off her hands, her figure flickering and growing faint before vanishing from the spot.
…
“Seventeen! But I might be overtaking you soon—there are a lot of monsters at the Yao Wang Group! A good dozen or so!”
By now, Jiang Tian had appeared in the first-floor lobby of the Yao Wang Group building and was communicating via divine sense with Qing’er.
He frowned at the sight of three mercenaries and assassins lying dead on the ground.
But even more numerous were the bodies of Chinese police officers, piled in chaos, covered in blood—a horrifying sight—and the walls were scarred with chilling bullet holes.
“Monsters? Farming monsters? Honey, you’re so funny!”
Zhao Xueqing couldn’t help but laugh, then said, “I’ve got three more here. Once I finish them off, I’ll come over and join your party!”
“Alright, good! They’ve come to our Yao Wang Group—they’re asking for death!”
Jiang Tian smiled, raised his hand, and incinerated the killers’ bodies to ash.
Outside, police sirens wailed, lights flashing, as over a dozen riot-control vehicles and police cars surrounded the Yao Wang Group, leaving no gap.
“Attack! At all costs, protect the Jiang family and the Yao Wang Group!”
“The Chinese police will never compromise with terrorists!”
Secretary Yu was frantic, personally commanding the operation, classifying it as a severe terrorist attack.
Provincial police, municipal bureau, and armed police leadership gathered, with numerous counter-terrorism specialists deployed.
But they had been routed by the enemy.
“Secretary Yu, don’t come in! I’ve already returned!”
Suddenly, a voice echoed deep in Secretary Yu’s mind, and he froze.
“Master Jiang is back? Did you all hear that?” he asked, dazed.
“Yes! He’s really back!” Many of the police brass let out a long breath, finally relieved.
…
“Mr. Qiu, how’s it going on your end?”
In the hallway outside the top-floor CEO’s office of the Yao Wang Group, Li Zhenwei was covered in blood, wrapping a bandage around a deep wrist wound that exposed bone, while gasping into a walkie-talkie.
Bodies lay piled at his feet—security personnel from the Yao Wang Group, police officers, and about seven or eight enemy corpses.
What he had experienced today was the fiercest battle of his life, with three waves of assassins attacking in succession.
