Feng City has a population base of over three million, looking for hidden people in this vast sea of people is akin to finding a needle in a haystack.
Moreover, this Flower Raccoon is very skilled at disguise, making the search extrely difficult.
In the distance, Yang Zhen was searching in frustration, when suddenly, Song Changming vaguely detected a trace of extrely faint demon qi.
Song Changming imdiately withdrew his spiritual power, locking onto a certain area below.
The divine light in his eyes beca increasingly dazzling and profound.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on one spot, and his figure moved, like a wild goose swooping down.
Below was one of the many residential houses, without anything special.
But Song Changming was sure that there was a very weak demon qi within.
Crushing the rooftop, Song Changming landed inside.
Inside, a family of three who had been hiding there were already passed out, only a young man in cloth remained conscious, turning to look at the airborne Song Changming.
"You actually found !"
The young man in cloth didn’t pretend anymore, directly revealing his cards, showing a bizarre smile.
His mouth opened wider and wider, and the face of an ordinary Human Race youth transford into the head of a raccoon cat, showing two sharp fangs.
It turned out to be from the Flower Raccoon Slave Race!
At the sa ti, his pupils turned pitch-black, as Song Changming t his gaze, the originally refined spirit was instantly hit by a demon technique, showing signs of collapse.
"Such strong spiritual attack thods!" Song Changming reacted, startled in his heart.
Given his current level of spiritual concentration, and even with him being on guard, he still fell for it - the opponent clearly wasn’t an ordinary demon of the Flower Raccoon Slave Race.
By the ti he snapped back, the opponent was already close to him, and his sharp claws had already breached his armor, intending to gut him.
"Kill you, I don’t believe anyone else can catch ! Bla yourself for seeking death!"
That Flower Raccoon Demon sneered, as if victory was certain and Song Changming was undoubtedly dood.
He was very aware of how sharp his claws were.
Without any guard, a re human’s flesh and blood couldn’t possibly withstand.
"Your heart, I want it!"
The heart of the Martial Artist was his favorite.
Just when he thought he had it in the bag, when his claws touched the skin, the claws that could previously crush gold and smash iron this ti encountered resistance.
The flesh that should’ve been like a tofu block felt like the hardest object in the world.
His sharp claws unexpectedly failed to penetrate, not even scratching the surface!
"How is this possible!"
The Flower Raccoon Demon’s face showed horror, disbelief.
Song Changming was standing there without any defense, yet his claws couldn’t break through!
He raised his head dazedly, eting Song Changming’s cold eyes, feeling like he was in an ice cave.
He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
Under the amplification of the Little Witch Speed Seal, Song Changming’s hand moved like lightning, grabbing the beast head of his opponent.
His fingers exerted a little force.
With a crunching sound, the Flower Raccoon Demon’s face distorted, his skull was squeezed and cracked by Song Changming.
"Let go!" The Flower Raccoon Demon scread, his hands clawed frantically at Song Changming’s chest.
However, Song Changming stood still, letting the Flower Raccoon Demon scratch at his chest with sparks flying without reacting.
The Flower Raccoon Demon upon seeing this, panicked completely, raising his eyes for another gaze attack.
This ti, however, Song Changming didn’t allow him to have his way.
His hand exerted force again, and with a bang, the opponent’s head smashed like a waterlon.
With a wave of his hand, he absorbed all the blood qi from the Flower Raccoon Demon.
At this mont, Yang Zhen finally arrived.
"Already dead." Song Changming said, wiping the blood stains from his hands.
The corpse on the ground gradually shriveled, but it was still recognizable as soone from the Flower Raccoon Slave Race.
Once, when Song Changming first arrived, passing by Feng City, he had fought with the Demon Race of Flower Raccoon in this area.
But the Flower Raccoon Demon before his eyes was evidently much stronger than those he had encountered before.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that the Flower Raccoon Demon couldn’t break his defenses just now. In terms of strength, it wasn’t weak; only because Song Changming had the Small Witch Armor Seal on him, his body had long been tempered like divine iron, thus he narrowly escaped disaster.
Song Changming estimated that an ordinary commander level strong individual in the army, faced with this Flower Raccoon Demon, would likely be unable to contend, and there’d be a high probability of dying.
No wonder this Flower Raccoon Demon was courageous and skilled, daring to lurk alone by the City Lord’s side, seeing that the city couldn’t be broken, he resorted to assassination.
Moreover, the Flower Raccoon’s ability to conceal demon qi was also remarkable.
"With the City Lord dead, the nature of this incident is different." Yang Zhen picked up the corpse of the Flower Raccoon Demon from the ground, furrowing his brows.
Initially, he thought it was just a small mission to earn so rit, never expecting the death of a City Lord.
And given that this City Lord was from the ng Family, he would have to find a way to give an account to the ng Family afterward, which was a thankless task.
"Let’s go, the demon swarm outside the city should be mostly exterminated, but the city might still have hidden ones that need to be thoroughly checked."
With that said, Yang Zhen swiftly flew towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
Song Changming glanced at the original house owners still unconscious. They were lucky, if it weren’t for the Flower Raccoon Demon not wanting to expose itself, this family of three might have long been turned into blood food.
He released three strands of gang qi, waking the three people up.
"Here’s the money for fixing the rooftop." Song Changming left a few spirit coins, then exited through the front door.
Feng City was still the Feng City, unchanged from what Song Changming had seen years ago, as if ti had stopped in these age-old towns.
Yet, strangely enough.
Back then when he ca to Feng City, he also coincidentally encountered the assassination of the old City Lord, and t ng Jianli who was taking office.
Now returning to Feng City, he didn’t expect to encounter the City Lord being assassinated again, and ng Jianli didn’t escape this calamity.
Who knows if he ca at the right ti, or if the position of Feng City’s City Lord was a cursed one.
Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, Song Changming and several others looked at a map of the Feng City area, discussing the next course of action.
Suddenly the door was pushed open fiercely, and a burly man barged in, ignoring the personal guard’s discouragent.
Song Changming looked at the visitor, feeling a sense of familiarity.
This person was none other than Chu Wantong, the top general who accompanied ng Jianli when he took office at Feng City.
His body possesses half-demon blood, similar to the situation of Su Qingqing, hence Song Changming has an impression of him.
Bandages wrapped his body, emitting a herbal sll, clearly having suffered serious injuries and in recovery.
Yet at this mont, he paid no attention to his injuries, his face filled with fury and anxiety.
"The City Lord, where is the City Lord!" His voice was coarse and sowhat out of control.
Xing Tiexin and Song Changming exchanged a glance, sowhat understanding the reason for his abrupt intrusion.
"Who are you?" Yang Zhen asked with a frown.
Song Changming recognized Chu Wantong, but Yang Zhen did not, and was evidently displeased with such a sudden interruption.
Chu Wantong recognized the Banner Master’s armor on Yang Zhen, took a deep breath, and cupped his hands in salute: "I am the City Guard Leader of Feng City, I beg the Banner Master to inform of the City Lord’s situation!"
"As you heard." Yang Zhen, still troubled by ng Jianli’s death, didn’t want to elaborate further.
But these words hit Chu Wantong like a heavy blow.
If earlier he held onto a sliver of hope upon hearing the news of the City Lord’s death, thinking it was rely a rumor.
Now, even that hope was completely shattered.
Yang Zhen, being a Little Banner Master, obviously wouldn’t deceive him over such matters.
"If you want to see the corpse, it’s at the City Lord’s mansion. Fu Yuan, take him." Yang Zhen continued.
Fu Yuan nodded in agreent.
Chu Wantong gritted his teeth, unaware of the blood filling his mouth, took one last glance at Song Changming, and wordlessly followed Fu Yuan.
He too rembered Song Changming, but the City Lord’s death had hit him too hard, making him unwilling to say more.
In the following days, Song Changming and the others split into two groups.
One group to search for demon traces outside the city, and the other mobilized the garrison within the city to search for possible infiltrating demon spies.
To prevent the tragedy of ng Jianli from being repeated.
However, it seed the Flower Raccoon Slave Race had also received intelligence, hiding early.
This group of hiding experts didn’t allow Song Changming and the others to find any trace.
Until one day, Chu Wantong approached Yang Zhen and Song Changming.
"I know where those Flower Raccoons are!"
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