Chapter 1156: Emperor's Fangs

Chapter 1156: Imperial Henchmen

"What? So you get scared too?"

Behind the one-way glass, Chu Changqing, locked in his chair, scoffed disdainfully. "It seems you're just a bunch of amateurs."

Despite Chu Changqing's mockery, the supervisor remained unfazed. He glanced at Chu Changqing behind the glass and calmly spoke, "First, transfer the person."

"Understood."

Those around quickly disconnected Chu Changqing's equipment. With a forceful lift of the chair, mobile wheels extended from its base. At the same time, as someone pressed a button in the corner of the wall, the walls behind the observation room began to slide open to both sides, revealing a hidden tunnel leading out of the mountain.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, dull thuds echoed from the ceiling directly above the observation room!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Black ink strokes, like sharp blades, pierced directly through the limbs of several people around Chu Changqing. As screams simultaneously erupted, everyone in the observation room fell to the ground amidst splatters of blood, leaving only Chu Changqing sitting motionless in his spot.

Blood splattered across the one-way glass, and the supervisor froze on the spot. As another loud bang echoed, the ceiling directly above Chu Changqing was shattered!

In the faint moonlight, several figures nimbly landed around Chu Changqing.

"Found him."

In the rising dust, a tall woman raised an eyebrow and used her fingertip to hook Chu Changqing's restrained chin. Her crescent-moon-shaped eyes clearly reflected the face of the long-haired figure. "I didn't expect Chu Changqing to be such an artistic-looking handsome man... I thought all scientists were bald middle-aged men."

Chu Changqing looked at the unfamiliar woman before him and instinctively furrowed his brows.

"Who are you people?" The supervisor's face was incredibly grim.

The woman paused, surprised, and looked around with a startled expression. "Who's talking?"

"It's the one-way glass," three young people who looked like university students beside the woman spoke up to remind her.

"What's one-way glass?"

The university students seemed a bit speechless. One of them lifted a finger and pointed, and an ink stroke shot out, shattering the one-way glass in front of them!

"Oh, there are people standing there!" The woman looked at the figures who had strangely appeared behind the glass, with an extremely curious expression.

Supervisor: ...

"I remember you, you're Zheng Zhiqíng!" The supervisor looked at the familiar face, suddenly remembering something. "You're a 'White Hand' registered with Bureau 749. I saw your file back then... Do you know what you're doing??"

Her identity exposed, the woman didn't seem to care. She covered her mouth and chuckled softly. "Who hasn't made mistakes in their youth...? But now, I've found my true belonging."

"True belonging?"

Just as the supervisor was about to ask something else, a figure slowly floated down from the hole above.

In the faint glow, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes seemed to walk on moonlight, approaching slowly. Every movement he made exuded an ineffable sense of oppression. Especially his eyes, which seemed to hold the sharpness and grimness of thousands of years of time. A single glance made everyone's hearts tremble.

Thud—

The surrounding researchers felt as if their legs no longer belonged to them and collapsed, kneeling on the spot.

The moment the supervisor saw him, he instinctively felt like kneeling down. Fortunately, the man in the white coat beside him quickly raised a hand to support his body. Only then did he recover his senses... Large beads of sweat dripped from his temples as his eyes, wide with horror, stared at the young man suspended in the air.

"You... who are you?"

The supervisor racked his brain but couldn't recall when such a figure had appeared domestically. Bureau 749's files, regardless of 'Black Hands' or 'White Hands', contained no information related to him... Could he have returned from overseas?

A loud thud came from behind the supervisor. He turned his head in shock to look, only to find that the entire corridor behind him had transformed into a molten hell. Amidst spiderweb-like cracks, a burly man in a fur coat slowly approached.

Fu Kun saw Ying Fu not far away and immediately bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, I'm late."

Your Majesty?

The supervisor's mind was filled with bewilderment...

Regardless, since this group of people appeared here, it meant that all the 'White Hands' guarding outside had already been incapacitated. But the supervisor couldn't fathom how the man called 'Your Majesty' had managed to turn the 'White Hands' who originally belonged to Bureau 749 against them, and make so many Divine Path wielders risk their lives for him?

"Supervisor... what do we do now?" The man in the white coat also seemed a bit flustered.

"...Delay for as long as possible. With such a commotion, Bureau 749 couldn't possibly be unaware."

The man in the white coat gritted his teeth and was about to make a move when the three university students beside Ying Fu simultaneously made their move. Three 'Binding' characters were rapidly flung out, and his figure was instantly frozen in place...

"Your Majesty, shall we kill him?" Zheng Zhiqíng asked softly.

Ying Fu looked at the man in the white coat, and his long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

He stepped on nothingness and moved, step by step, through the shattered glass wall of the observation room, stopping in front of the man in the white coat.

"Third-tier Azure Divine Path... Divine Path users of this era are truly pitifully weak," Ying Fu said calmly. He raised his palm and pressed it directly towards the top of the man's head. "I offer you an opportunity... an opportunity to change your destiny. Are you willing?"

As Ying Fu's palm touched the man's head, the power of the Imperial Divine Path surged wildly into the latter's body. His eyes visibly unfocused, as if he was being pulled directly into the depths of his mind...

Palace Examination, commenced.

"Wake up!!" Seeing this, the supervisor felt an ominous premonition.

Just ten seconds later, Ying Fu's palm gently moved away. The man in the white coat slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ying Fu with an incredibly complex gaze...

"What is your name?" Ying Fu asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, my name is Wang Yuanrong."

Ying Fu nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the tunnel.

As Ying Fu departed, Fu Kun, carrying his hammer, Zheng Zhiqíng, pushing the restrained Chu Changqing, and the other three university students respectfully followed. At the same time, Ying Fu's calm voice entered his ears:

"Kill him, then follow me."

"...Understood."

"Xiao Wang! What are you..."

The supervisor's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Just as he was about to say something, the man in the white coat swiftly raised his hand, and a line of ink, like a sharp blade, directly severed his head!

The supervisor's head rolled on the ground, his eyes staring fixedly at the man in the white coat, filled with terror and incomprehension.

After killing the supervisor, the man in the white coat didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately chased after Ying Fu... leaving only a pool of blood spreading across the floor, illuminated by the flickering warning lights.

"Your Majesty, are we really going this quickly?" Zheng Zhiqíng, pushing the restrained Chu Changqing, trotted along behind Ying Fu and couldn't help but ask.

"Mhm." Ying Fu looked at the dim tunnel before him and lightly rubbed the communicator in his ear with his fingertip.

Faint static crackling faintly emanated from it...

"A troublesome individual is approaching."