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Ling Wufeng had been established in Hell No Door since the time of the third Song Emperor.

With his Shenlin Realm cultivation, he had joined this assassin organization.

Based on the seating order of the Ten Yama Kings, he considered himself the third strongest expert within Hell No Door, or perhaps even higher.

This was because although the second-ranked King Chujiang was powerful, she didn’t exude enough suffocating pressure for him. In a fight to the death, it wasn’t guaranteed who would win.

Of course, for the boss, King Qinguang, he still maintained the necessary respect.

He had been in the organization for less than a year and had only seen King Qinguang make a move once, but that one time was enough to subdue him and make him not dare to harbor any presumptuous thoughts.

Speaking of which, these Yama Kings within Hell No Door, before joining the organization, weren’t they all heinous villains? If King Qinguang didn’t truly have the means, who would have submitted to whom?

He absolutely did not expect that the Sixth Yama King, Biancheng Wang, who was like a divine dragon, rarely taking missions, would be arrogant to this extent.

He was just a little dissatisfied; he hadn’t actually made a move.

It was a small matter that could have been resolved by admitting fault. This fellow was actually so stubborn and dared to counter-challenge!

Not only did he challenge him, but he simultaneously challenged all the Yama Kings!

But what surprised him even more was that the surrounding fierce “colleagues,” facing such a challenge, none of them stepped forward.

Each person avoided eye contact, as if they hadn’t heard anything.

Damn it. Are these still Yama Kings? They should all go back to raising chickens!

Song Emperor scanned around with his peripheral vision, and everyone was avoiding his gaze.

Among the Yama Kings present, except for him, everyone had participated in the Youguo Pulicheng battle that made Hell No Door famous throughout the world.

Killing the legitimate emperor of a country was not a trivial matter.

If Yin Guan himself weren’t from Youguo Xiacheng, and his enmity with Youguo Shangcheng weren’t a tangled mess that no one could sort out, Hell No Door would have been on the wanted list of all countries in the world much earlier, with far greater intensity than it was now.

But even so, Hell No Door still dared not step into Jingguo again. This battle also brought Hell No Door into the world’s view.

Actually, Yin Guan’s enmity with Youguo Shangcheng could be clarified if one really tried. The reason it was muddled was simply that it involved Jingguo. So Jingguo’s wanted order was also muddled, with no clear statement even now.

That giant turtle was still being raised there, still drinking the blood of the Youguo people. How could it be clarified?

And in that battle, Biancheng Wang, with his individual power, decisively suppressed the giant turtle beast that almost crushed Wuguan Wang.

Whether it was Taishan Wang, Zhuanlun Wang, Yanluo Wang, or Dushi Wang, who would dare to underestimate Wuguan Wang’s power, and who could not feel Biancheng Wang’s terror?

It was just that Song Emperor was new and hadn’t been there long, truly believing he was the third within the organization.

“Humph.” Song Emperor coldly snorted, retracting the towering killing intent as quickly as he had released it: “My sword does not wish to stain itself with a colleague’s blood. Take care of yourself.”

He wasn’t a fool.

Even if he were a fool, seeing the attitude of so many senior Yama Kings, he could guess that he had run into a brick wall. Could he really fight then?

If there was no ladder, he would draw one himself. Which assassin couldn’t have some special skill?

Biancheng Wang did not take Song Emperor’s stiff apology to heart, or rather, he coldly didn’t care about anything. He just lightly shifted his gaze away.

From beginning to end, King Qinguang just smiled and squinted at their conflict, as if not caring about internal strife within the organization.

Only when the dust settled did he speak: “Have you all finished making a fuss?”

His eyes looked towards Song Emperor: “The mission is about to begin. Otherwise, how about you all kill one first to liven things up?”

Song Emperor felt very wronged. He wasn’t the one who was late, and he hadn’t been that arrogant either. The two of them made a fuss, so why was King Qinguang only staring at him?

But anyway, the first Song Emperor died in Qi country, and the second Song Emperor was personally killed by King Qinguang because he sold the organization to Jingguo. He didn’t want to become the third-ranked Yama King in Hell No Door and the third Song Emperor to be erased.

So he said: “Just a little misunderstanding. I have forgiven him!”

King Qinguang’s gaze then moved away from him, turning to all the other Yama Kings, and he slowly said: “I know some of you are not convinced of each other, some of you find each other unpleasant, and some even mutually hate each other.”

“This is all irrelevant. Those are your own matters.”

“Hell No Door does not require you to be united and love each other.”

“But there is one point, I will only say it once, and I hope you can remember it — do not bring your private grudges to the task.”

He did not threaten anyone’s personal safety, because when you went against his will, your life was already unrelated to safety.

“Boss, rest assured.” Wuguan Wang’s abnormally stiff voice rang out: “I firmly support your leadership and firmly obey your orders.”

The Eighth Hall Dushi Wang was a neatly dressed old man leaning on a staff. Perhaps not an old man; the deep wrinkles under his mask might not be real.

But his voice was indeed aged, with a sense of decline like the years flowing eastward: “Leader, this is my life.”

The Fifth Hall Yanluo Wang’s fingertips always had dice flying. He suddenly grabbed them, opened his palm, and the dice showed a six. He laughed brightly: “You’re the boss, of course, we listen to you.”

The silent Pingdeng Wang only touched his heart with his hand and bowed in a ritualistic manner, indicating obedience.

The Tenth Hall Zhuanlun Wang’s body was wrapped in rune chains like snakes. He stood there lazily, and the runes themselves became his language, manifesting as a clear and flat voice: “I am the same as the leader; I am a peaceful person and have no opinion about anyone.”

The Seventh Hall Taishan Wang was sitting grandly on his cast iron gauntlet, his whole person like a stone embedded in a cliffside cave. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but he tried to make his eyes look very serious: “Whatever the boss says is what it is.”

King Chujiang did not speak, nor did she need to show any expression. Everyone knew that she was always the one who supported King Qinguang the most.

“Speak of the task,” Biancheng Wang said coldly.

His time was precious; he wished every breath could be used for cultivation. He truly had no interest in appreciating how others expressed loyalty to King Qinguang. Enduring patiently to listen this far was already very tolerant.

King Qinguang didn’t mind. From the high cliff, he said: “The organization has prepared for this task for half a year, and I informed you a month in advance to set aside the time. The reward for this task exceeds everyone’s imagination. Of course, danger always accompanies interest. Those who cannot participate can leave now. Once I begin describing the task details, except for Biancheng Wang, no one is allowed to withdraw again.”

Song Emperor wisely did not ask why Biancheng Wang was an exception. Instead, he actively said: “When doing blood-licking business, who can’t dare to walk on a mountain of knives? Just say it!”

King Qinguang smiled ambiguously, then said: “The target of this mission is You Que.”

Many of the Yama Kings present felt a blankness, because this name seemed somewhat strange.

Meanwhile, Dushi Wang, leaning on his staff on a stone platform, suddenly raised his head, his voice filled with surprise: “The Yellow River chief of Jingguo, famous throughout the world in that year, known as the top figure who would lead Jingguo’s Tianjiao to win the world for a hundred years… the inner mansion realm chief of Dao Li 3896, Jingguo’s You Que?”

Biancheng Wang’s cold eyes were without waves, but his heart was moved.

Yellow River chief, Jingguo Tianjiao, there were too many factors to associate.

“Dushi Wang is indeed knowledgeable. He truly deserves to be Hell No Door’s most cultured person.” King Qinguang praised: “You still remember the Yellow River chief from two sessions ago.”

Obviously, not everyone agreed with this evaluation of ‘Hell No Door’s most cultured,’ but no one opened their mouth to refute it either.

All the Yama Kings had realized the difficulty of this task. After that one action in Youguo, Jingguo had become a forbidden area for Hell No Door! It wasn’t about You Que’s strength; for Hell No Door’s assassins to enter Jingguo, this thing in itself was extremely dangerous. And the You family was also a famous family in Fengtianfu, a prominent family in Jingguo. Once the action was detected, they would immediately face a crazy counterattack.

“But…” Dushi Wang said in a low voice: “Didn’t You Que collapse in the Fa Wei war that year, becoming a cripple?”

“The intelligence is correct on that point,” King Qinguang said plainly.

Dushi Wang was even more doubtful: “Then why would someone still want to kill him? And after so many years, they still ask us to make a move?”

“This is not something we need to consider,” King Qinguang said: “We take money to do things. We don’t need to inquire into the client’s intentions, nor do we need to care about the client’s background.”

Taishan Wang rubbed his skull in frustration: “Wait, what is the Fa Wei war you mentioned? Why did Jingguo want to attack Wei country? Wasn’t it a vassal state?”

King Qinguang looked at him deeply: “No need to care. That’s not important.”

Compared to those who only knew how to kill, Biancheng Wang was well-read in history books and of course knew the importance of the Fa Wei war.

From its founding, Jingguo was the first strong country in the world. For many years, it dominated the central domain and could be said to have created an era of prosperity in the national system, in some ways dominating the torrent of the human way.

But not at all times did all nations submit.

First, there was “Only Chu not minister,” and later, there was “Five countries’ emperors meet in Tianjing.”

In Li Yuan city, countless corpses lay, and the Jing Mu great war was fought vigorously; Jiang Shu donned armor in court, to join with the Ji Fengzhou emperor in risking the country… These were things that happened not long ago.

Even the central domain, always viewed as Jingguo’s backyard, was not always calm and peaceful.

The Jingguo Fa Wei war can perhaps be seen as an epitome of the various challenges Jingguo faced while dominating the central domain for so many years.

At that time, Wei country was unlike today; it could be called a strong nation with strong soldiers and abundant talents. Its national strength was strong, and it was proud on all sides. It even produced a heroic figure like Mei Hangju, who defended a lone city against a heavenly demon.

More importantly, behind it stood three giants — Mu country, Qin Ku Shuyuan, and Renxin Guan.

The rise of Wei country was a strategy by Mu country to spread divine grace southwards, coinciding with the intentions of Qin Ku Shuyuan and Renxin Guan, two top sects, to expand their influence. All sides hit it off, and Wei country soared.

The rapidly expanding Wei country, of course, was not content to be just a vassal state, unwilling to pay tribute to its sovereign every year. Not only did it have the ambition to break away from vassalage, but it even began to invade Tianma Yuan.

In this situation, war broke out.

Jingguo, with Yin Xiaoheng as commander and the Zhu Mo army as the main force, marched directly into Wei country, even fighting on Tianma Yuan.

Finally, they built a Jingguan, slaughtered a great city, left corpses lying in the wilderness, and dyed the plateau with blood, killing 60% of Wei country’s population.

Mu country was silent for a time and did not send troops out of the grassland.

The most famous medical dao true person in Renxin Guan at that time committed suicide.

Qin Ku Shuyuan also closed its doors for three months.

That was already something that happened in Dao Li 3898.

In just twenty years, Wei country went from being a regional strong nation with ambitions to encroach on Tianma Yuan to becoming the weakest among the small countries in the central domain today, honestly raising fierce beasts for Jingguo.

Speaking of which, the Jingguo Fa Wei war and the first Qi Xia war were only ten years apart. In terms of killing, Yin Xiaoheng may have been more cruel and bloody than Zhong Xuan and Chu Liang. But the latter earned the name of a ferocious butcher, while the former, after taking off his armor, remained a graceful Daoist true person.

This was an embodiment of the power of Jing and Qi at that time, and the world’s right to speak was entirely in Jingguo’s hands.

“This mission is very difficult,” Biancheng Wang evaluated without emotion.

“So the price is also very high,” King Qinguang patiently explained: “This You Que killed people like hemp, and blood debts are piled high on him. Your rule is troublesome, but he indeed has a way to seek death, right?”

As everyone knew, Biancheng Wang had two rules.

First, he only took missions he was willing to take and only killed people he wanted to kill.

Second, he believed that assassins should have their pride and disliked colleagues who killed people without being paid.

The first rule was acceptable, after all, it was just fighting for freedom with his own strength. The second was a bit excessive; it wasn’t enough for him to manage himself, he actually still restricted other Yama Kings. Did everyone come to be assassins to be educated and disciplined by someone?

But King Qinguang had also said early on that he respected everyone’s quirks. He allowed everyone to have their own rules — as long as they had the strength to protect them.

In the end, it was still the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. Only Biancheng Wang’s rules were relatively strange and considered maverick in the assassin industry.

If he couldn’t defeat King Qinguang, Wuguan Wang would also want to set a rule that everyone had to give him an arm.

“I cannot judge black and white or right and wrong, nor am I responsible for distinguishing the truth. Whether it’s someone I want to kill is purely a subjective feeling.” Biancheng Wang’s voice seemed to have no emotion: “Military law is independent of the penal code, and people’s usual moral views are also not applicable to the battlefield. You say he has a way to seek death, but I don’t see it.”

King Chujiang was slightly surprised: “I originally thought you, Biancheng Wang, wanted to be a good person, like San Xing Gong punishing evil and promoting good. I didn’t expect you to be so willful.”

“Where do assassins have good people?” Biancheng Wang’s words made all the Yama Kings laugh, but he himself did not laugh and said coldly: “San Xing Gong also never said they were good people. They act according to the law and never judge hearts.”

“Then what about you?” King Chujiang asked with interest.

“I am no different from you,” Biancheng Wang said coldly.

He seemed to have the same attitude towards everyone, or rather, there was no such thing as ‘attitude’ on him.

“In this day and age, don’t be a good person in anything you do,” Dushi Wang, stroking his staff, laughed with age: “If you want to be a good person, people will require you to be a saint.”

King Qinguang said faintly: “The slaughter of the Jingguo people was after the war ended. The Wei country’s emperor had already bound himself in surrender, but Yin Xiaoheng still ordered the city to be slaughtered to deter all countries. Among them, You Que killed the most fiercely and ruthlessly.”

“Then let’s go.” Biancheng Wang turned directly and walked coldly towards the outside of the valley.

Pingdeng Wang looked at his back and felt his line of sight sink as if into mud, unable to extricate himself for a moment. When he activated his Jin Yan, he suddenly noticed the long sword at Biancheng Wang’s waist. He felt a sharp edge about to emerge, unable to be contained by the sheath.

He thought, this must be a very cruel sword.

Thanks to book friend “Qingchen Rigu” for becoming the alliance master of this book, for the 459th alliance of Chixin Xun Tian!