Chapter 68: With Me, Not Talking Gets You Killed Faster

Boom

A deafening explosion erupted, waves of force rolling out as violent Star Power surged in all directions.

The ground collapsed, weeds instantly turning to ash, dust and smoke billowing, shaking the area for hundreds of meters.

Centered on Jiang Changkong’s voice, it spread a hundred meters.

At the center, a massive crater, dozens of meters deep.

“Alright, with that, even a Star Sea Peak expert would be reduced to a corpse.”

Fang Chenggong led Cao Ye and the others over, standing by the crater’s edge with a cold sneer.

“This fool, right until death, thought his teacher wanted to kill him.”

Cao Ye sneered: “What a pity, we didn’t get the Taiji Fist.”

“Having Iron Shirt is enough. If he wants to blame someone, blame himself for completing the ten consecutive wins.”

Fang Chenggong said coldly: “Martial City doesn’t need anyone else coming to share the pie.”

“Teacher, Senior Lu is getting impatient over there, let’s hurry.”

Zhuang Xuanqing said.

“Mm, let’s go.” Fang Chenggong nodded and stepped forward.

“How is this possible?”

But after only a few steps, their bodies froze stiffly as a figure appeared ahead, standing with a blade in hand.

Jiang Changkong!

“Teacher Fang, without my permission, none of you are leaving!”

The blade shimmered with golden flames, held horizontally as Jiang Changkong stood with an icy expression, murderous intent palpable.

“How are you unharmed?” Fang Chenggong stared at him in disbelief.

Cao Ye and the others were equally incredulous—how had Jiang Changkong avoided that explosion?

“Now, tell me everything. I might consider letting you live a little longer.”

Jiang Changkong’s expression was cold, suppressing his killing intent.

“Even if you dodged it, I can still kill you myself!”

Fang Chenggong shouted coldly, drawing his sword. Azure Light flickered at his feet as his figure became elusive, ghost-like.

Jiang Changkong’s eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto Fang Chenggong’s figure. His blade turned, golden flames igniting beneath his feet as he tread fire to travel.

The Golden Flame Mystical Blade descended, its golden Blade Qi tearing through the Void.

Clang

Squelch

Blade and sword collided, a solid Taiji Diagram manifesting, deflecting sixty percent of the sword energy aside as the Blade Qi surged forward.

Blood sprayed as Fang Chenggong was sent flying, defeated in a single move!

“You…”

Fang Chenggong had just opened his mouth when the long blade arrived instantly, resting on his shoulder, making him freeze in place.

Jiang Changkong said indifferently: “Teacher Fang, will you speak now?”

“Impossible.” Fang Chenggong gritted his teeth with a cold snort, a surge of blood rising in his throat but forcibly swallowed.

“Run!”

Cao Ye and the others screamed, turning to flee.

“Running is your true folly.”

Jiang Changkong flicked a finger, sending out a flame that instantly split, forming Blade Qi.

Squelch

The Blade Qi pierced through their legs, and Cao Ye and the others all tumbled to the ground, blood flowing freely.

“Teacher Fang, I’ll give you one last chance as your student. Will you really not speak?”

Jiang Changkong’s gaze was icy.

Fang Chenggong sneered: “If I speak, I die faster. If I don’t, there’s still a chance to live.”

Squelch

The blade swept across, severing his head. The headless body fell, twitching continuously.

Jiang Changkong wiped the blood from his blade: “With me, not speaking means dying faster.”

Although Fang Chenggong might have known more, it didn’t matter. He could investigate slowly; Cao Ye and the others would provide enough clues.

Stepping toward the others, Jiang Changkong first looked at Zhang Tao: “It’s been a long time. You speak.”

“Spare me, spare me, I know nothing… nothing at all.”

The long blade fell mercilessly, separating head from body: “I don’t want to hear nonsense. Li He, you speak?”

“I don’t know, I was just following Senior Cao Ye’s orders, I really don’t know anything…”

Another head went flying.

Jiang Changkong sighed softly, “I’ve wanted to kill you all for a long time, but last time we were in the city. Still talking nonsense, three top students?”

“Jiang Changkong, we’re all from the Martial Arts School. I was wrong this time, I’m willing to go to the school and admit my mistake.”

Song Jun said in panic, struggling constantly, dragging his body along, but with both legs crippled, his movements were painfully slow.

“No need. As a member of the school, it’s my responsibility to clean house!”

Jiang Changkong snorted coldly, a blade flash swept past, and another fine head fell.

Looking at the remaining Cao Ye and Zhuang Xuanqing, Jiang Changkong said calmly, “I’m curious, what did Lu Wuhai give you to make you work so hard for him?”

“You know?”

Cao Ye and Zhuang Xuanqing’s expressions changed drastically.

“I know a lot, including the relationship between Lu Wuhai and He Long.”

Jiang Changkong sneered, “I even know about the bombs you planted. Want to see the video?”

Their faces instantly turned ashen, because Jiang Changkong really showed them the video—of them selling the bombs.

From beginning to end, they had been under surveillance.

No wonder the bombs didn’t kill this guy earlier.

He knew everything clearly, he was just putting on an act with them!

“If we talk, will you really let us go?” Cao Ye and Zhuang Xuanqing said simultaneously.

“I’m investigating Lu Wuhai and need an informant. You can atone for your crimes with merit.

When the time comes, I’ll say it was all an act we staged together. Not only will you be innocent, you’ll even have merit.”

Jiang Changkong smiled.

“Alright, we’ll talk.”

The two exchanged a glance, seeing hope, and even felt a flicker of excitement.

If they really became informants, they would be major contributors with great merit, completely free of any crime.

Jiang Changkong started the recording.

The two hurriedly began: “Ever since the Martial Arts School exchange conference ended…”

After the Martial Arts School exchange conference, the school assigned work to Lu Wuhai.

If he chose to start his own business, the school would offer support but take a thirty percent stake.

As for those job assignments, they were only for low-level management positions, not even mid-level.

Lu Wuhai refused. Not cut out for entrepreneurship, he continued as a student at the Martial Arts School.

Of course, he used his status as a top student at the Martial Arts School to connect with He Long, moving among Jiangcheng’s influential figures.

However, over the years, he had only managed to win over He Long and Ma Jinwu from Jinda Company.

But Lu Wuhai also secured another connection—an arms line.

Kexiang teacher, Li Mingde!

Jiang Changkong remembered Li Mingde; he and Kexiang Vice Principal Zhao Qinghe had previously invited him to join Kexiang.

All these Starlight Force Bombs were made by Li Mingde.

Each time, they used discarded Star Stones as cover to transport them out of the city, eventually selling them secretly in Wushi.

The one Zhang Hua had was sold by them.

“Recently, because of the huge profits in arms, Nie Shan and Qin Hai have also started cooperating.”

Cao Ye said, “That’s all I know.”

“Have they taken any action recently?” Jiang Changkong asked.

“No.” Cao Ye shook his head.

Jiang Changkong nodded slightly. It seemed Cao Ye didn’t know about the hijacking of the military’s Star Stones—it really was ordered by Lu Wuhai.

After a moment’s thought, Jiang Changkong stopped the recording. “I only need one informant.”

Thud

The long sword instantly pierced through Zhuang Xuanqing’s body, which startled Jiang Changkong.

This guy was really ruthless, not even hesitating for a moment.

Cao Ye drew his long sword: “Now, I am your undercover agent.”

Jiang Changkong nodded with satisfaction: “Good. You should be familiar with everyone around Lu Wuhai, right?”

“I know them all. I can definitely be a good undercover agent,” Cao Ye quickly replied.

“There’s something I need you to do now. Lure one person to this location.”

Jiang Changkong opened his phone, displaying an address: “After you lead them there, find a way to leave.”

“No problem.”

Cao Ye promptly agreed.

Jiang Changkong produced a fly in his hand: “Don’t think about playing tricks. I’ll be watching.”

Cao Ye nodded repeatedly. He recognized this fly—it was the Starlight Monitoring Instrument.

“Then go. I assume you have a way to deal with the injury on your leg,” Jiang Changkong waved dismissively.

Cao Ye glanced at the corpse and, without a word, took out two bottles of potion, pouring them onto the wound. It healed rapidly.