How could soone start killing without a word?
This is the Prince Mansion!
"Chen Mo, do you need my help?" Yu Hongyin cautiously asked.
Although feeling a bit uneasy, this matter did begin because of her, so rely standing by seed sowhat inexcusable.
"No need; if I can’t handle such a trivial matter, the Fire Departnt might as well disband on the spot," Chen Mo said calmly. "Follow ; there are other things you’ll need to do soon."
"Understood."
They followed him into the main hall.
The surroundings were deserted, not even a single maid was in sight.
Chen Mo expanded his Divine Sense, covering the entire mansion, then turned and headed towards the inner quarters.
Passing through the corridor, they arrived at a secluded inner courtyard where a burly man in a purple robe with a golden collar stood silently in front of the study door.
Standing with arms at his side, as steady as a towering mountain, no trace of aura was leaking out.
Chen Mo approached, "Are you going to stop , too?"
The burly man’s voice bood like a bell, "Please think twice, my lord. There’s still ti to turn back..."
Chen Mo frowned, "You talk too much."
Instantly, a cyan blade light descended like a galaxy, engulfing the opponent!
An ashen hue spread over the burly man’s body, like a rock standing immovable against the crashing tides, firmly blocking the door behind him.
"Mr. Chen, you are digging your own grave."
"Heh, the grave is indeed mine, but do you know who’s buried in it?"
Swoosh—
The cyan torrent parted, and a alabaster palm reached out, lightly pressing on the burly man’s chest.
The mont the palm connected with the petrified skin, purple plasma surged forth, accompanied by the sll of burning, swiftly eroding flesh and revealing large patches of stark white bones!
"Ugh!"
The strong man groaned, unable to bear the acute pain, finally shifting his stance by a step.
As he attempted to regain his footing, he vaguely saw vertical pupils watching him in the void, their overwhelming dominance compelling a strong impulse to submit!
Boom!
Shaken to the core, his cultivation technique faltered.
Under the impact of the Dragon Devouring Star Power, he was sent flying, crashing through the door and into the room!
The whole exchange happened in an instant, so fast that Yu Hongyin couldn’t even see what transpired before the battle concluded.
Chen Mo stepped over the unconscious strong man and entered the study.
The room contained only Chu Heng.
Clad in brocade, he sat by the window, shadows cast by the lattice obscuring his eyes, yet the sinister gaze remained palpable.
Chen Mo sat opposite, with a broad smile said, "I told you we’d et again soon."
"Breaking into the Prince Mansion and committing slaughter, Chen Mo, are you planning a rebellion?" Chu Heng coldly asked.
"Who’s really plotting rebellion is hard to say."
Chen Mo raised his hand and tossed a yellow silk cloth over.
Chu Heng furrowed his brows, picked up the cloth and unfolded it, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoint size!
On it, written in upright calligraphy:
Chu Heng, Heir of Prince Yu, is accused of harboring Barbarian Slaves and colluding with the Demon Clan, suspected of treason, as concluded by the Three Departnts: Ministry of Criminal Justice, Imperial Examination Hall, and the Ministry of Justice, to be arrested imdiately!
Below were the date and the signatures of the chiefs of the Three Departnts, along with official seals over the nas.
These seals couldn’t be faked!
"Impossible..."
Chen Mo’s visit today didn’t surprise Chu Heng, and he had been prepared.
Yet he never anticipated Chen Mo wouldn’t leverage the token but actually had reached a consensus with the Three Departnts!
How on earth did this guy manage to do that?!
"Yan Peizhi, Xu Lin..."
Chu Heng gripped the yellow silk tightly, his teeth grinding audibly.
Such a significant matter couldn’t have been orchestrated in rely a day or two, yet he hadn’t heard a hint of it!
Chen Mo squinted slightly, an expectant look in his eyes.
In truth, he hoped Chu Heng would resist arrest violently, which would give him ample reason to take lethal action...
Chu Heng seed to see through his thoughts, quickly regaining composure, nodding, "If that’s the case, I have no words. What does Mr. Chen wish to do with , I shall comply."
Chen Mo’s brow furrowed.
Chu Heng must be aware of the fate awaiting him in the Imperial Prison, yet he was being so cooperative?
Moreover, the Prince Yu Mansion’s defenses were far more lackluster than expected, without even a single Grandmaster in sight...
Just then, Li Yuan entered, brandishing a Stray Blade, fresh blood dripping from its edge.
"My lord, the guards resisting arrest outside have all been dealt with, and the others temporarily detained."
"Alright, that’s sufficient; we’re here to make an arrest, not ransack the place."
In any case, capturing the person first was the priority... Chen Mo raised his chin, indicating, "Your Highness, please?"
Chu Heng stood up, tidied his robe, allowing the Assistant Officer to shackle him, and walked toward the door without averting his eyes.
Chen Mo tapped his finger on the table, addressing Yu Hongyin, "Your Netherworld Sect surely employs other sensing thods besides the Communication Talisman, right?"
Yu Hongyin nodded, "We can create resonance through secret techniques, though the range is limited. But it should cover the mansion."
"Chu Heng won’t confess easily; start by looking around."
"Understood."
Yu Hongyin and Qiao Tong sat on the floor, eyes slightly closed.
As the secret technique activated, Yin Yang Qi spiraled like serpents around them.
Intertwining black and white auras ford a humanoid silhouette, drifting around the study for a mont before halting at a shelf adjacent to the wall.
They opened their eyes, and the figure dissipated.
Yu Hongyin frowned, "Indeed, there’s a faint trace of a Netherworld Sect disciple’s aura in this study, but it’s too weak to track any other signs."
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