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Chapter 1519: You Can’t Do This!

You Can\'t Do This! . . .

Meng Youjiang wore in sackcloth and looked like a construction worker. Zhao Yifei felt familiar with his face but didn\'t know who he was at the beginning… Now, as he took a closer look, he realized that it was the head of the Dark Wind Mountain, Meng Youjiang!

Zhao Yifei was still hoping for good luck. \'Meng Youjiang is the head of the Dark Wind Mountain. How is he possibly working as a construction worker for the Monarch\'s Hall…?\' And then he saw the lady who wore some cheap clothes beside Meng Youjiang, so he was totally shocked. \'Holy hell! That is Meng Youjiang\'s wife! They are both here!\'

He might fool himself if Meng Youjiang was alone, but now he and his wife were both there, Zhao Yifei was sure that they were the leaders of the Dark Wind Mountain!

\'What the… What is going on?\'

\'The Farewell Sword turns out to be such big trouble to us, but Bu Xiangfeng was an independent cultivator after all. He never serves anybody else, so he is not loyal to the Monarch\'s Hall. We can give him what he wants, and he will stay away from the Monarch\'s Hall.\'

\'Besides, people keep saying how powerful he is, but nobody ever saw him fight. He may have reached the Saint Origin Stage, but not beyond my level for sure!\'

\'If we fight him together, we may still win.\'

\'However… The situation becomes worse and worse for us!\'

He had never thought that those two people would support the Monarch\'s Hall!

The Dark Wind Mountain was not a great alliance, but it was still powerful. Meng Youjiang and his wife were both Saint Origin Stage cultivators. If they fought together, it should be more powerful than Bu Xiangfeng. People of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect couldn\'t defeat the couple, not even if they fought the couple together!

"This is not going to end well today." Zhao Yifei was the strongest among those men from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect, and he understood the situation the most. He knew that they had hit an iron board this time.

More people were coming out from the construction site. In fact, the three Saint Origin Stage cultivators could kill all those men from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect easily.

What should Zhao Yifei do to get away from this?

What did he have to help them escape the battle?

Meng Youjiang turned around, talked to Cha-Eun Xiao humbly, "Prime Leader, what should we do? Please, we need your instruction."

Zhao Yifei almost dropped his jaw down on the floor. \'Holy hell? Who is that Master Cha? Meng Youjiang is such a powerful cultivator, and he is actually a follower of the young man! Really? Is it possible?\'

He was even more scared now.

Cha-Eun Xiao softly smiled and blandly said, "Please, you don\'t need my words. It is your duty to solve problems like this. You are the head of the Department of Battle. Well, we have recruited quite a lot of people recently, and I think we may need more rooms for our people… The old man told me that only the bigger fist has a say in the Human Realm Upon Heavens! How enlightening! We shouldn\'t refuse such a great present from these friends, should we?"

Meng Youjiang laughed loudly and said, "No, master, we shouldn\'t! I know what to do!"

Meng Youjiang, as the head of a gang of robbers, was good at robbing. He had never expected that he could have such a righteous reason to rob.

He shouted, "Brothers of the Department of Battle!"

"Yeah!"

That was a loud and strong response from a group of men!

Over two hundred men shouted at the same time. As their voice sounded, these people all showed up with a big smile on their faces. They just couldn\'t disguise their happiness.

They were truly happy about it…

\'The Prime Leader says that anybody will earn credits for killing enemies. With enough credits, we can get the dan beads we want from the Department of Credits…\'

They were worried about it earlier because there didn\'t seem to be anything they could earn credits from when the organization was new.

Unexpectedly, on the second day, these stupid enemies came up for them!

That was such a stroke of good luck.

People in the Monarch\'s Hall were all glad.

"Qiu Luo!" Cha-Eun Xiao shouted.

"I am here!"

"Get ready for the fight!"

"Yes! Master!"

Qiu Luo\'s eyes turned red. He made a salute to Cha-Eun Xiao, bowing down humbly.

\'My dear wife, I will take revenge for you today! I never expected this to come so soon!\'

"Meng Youjiang!"

"I am here!"

Cha-Eun Xiao\'s eyes turned cold, and the killing qi kept coming out on his body. He casually but indifferently said, "There is one thing I need you to do, although I shouldn\'t interfere in your job. The Gray Parasol Sword Sect people are enemies to an important member of the Monarch\'s Hall. Today, we should not let anyone from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect escape the battle! Take them down and try to keep them alive! Whoever captures the enemy alive will earn double of the credits! When you have the enemies, give them to Qiu Luo!"

"Yes! Master!"

Meng Youjiang laughed loudly. "Guys, did you hear that? The first battle of the Department of Battle! Let\'s go!"

Lei Dongtian was the first in the front line. He shouted, "Brothers of the Tiger Unit, follow me!"

Almost at the same time…

"My men of the Rabbit Unit!"

"Brothers, the Rat Unit!"

"Let\'s go, the Chicken Unit!"

"Dragon Unit! We are the best!"

"That is not true! We are the best!"

The twelve units of the Department of Battle all rushed out for the fight.

"These men from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect are such a bunch of gifts that were sent to us. We must take them down as soon as we can. Earning credits involves the future of our own cultivation. To capture them alive will earn us double! We must be careful not to kill them… Many of them are as weak as the Prime Leader… They can easily get killed… We must be careful…"

Cha-Eun Xiao\'s off-screen narration—"Damn it! Can you stop talking about how weak I am again? Do you have to?"

"Great! Let\'s do this… Wait! You guys… Come on, leave some for me!"

Meng Youjiang tried to look daring and energetic, but it only lasted for a few seconds, because he was in a hurry as well. His men were all rushing to the enemies like a bunch of concupiscent dogs. Over three hundred of Divinity Origin Stage cultivators were rushing forward to fight only several hundreds of people that were mostly Faery Origin Stage cultivators. It would take only a few minutes to finish the battle. If Meng Youjiang, as the head of the Department of Battle didn\'t get to defeat even one man, it would be embarrassing. Therefore, he hurriedly rushed out with the huge roof beam in his hand.

Meng Youjiang\'s wife was wordless. She knew it. \'I knew it… He wanted to use the girder…\'

"Fine. You want to put down as many people as you can. I understand. But… How are we going to use that girder? What an ominous sign…"

The men from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect were all blank.

When people of the Monarch\'s Hall were working on the construction site, they looked just like a bunch of construction workers. Most of them got their faces stained by mud. That was why nobody of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect really paid attention to them.

After all, the Monarch\'s Hall definitely needed construction workers to do the construction work. They thought those were just construction workers, and that was all!

However, they were wrong.

\'That man who looked like the leader of those workers gave them an order, and then they all… all became some Divinity Origin Stage cultivators…\'

\'My heavens… Does the Monarch\'s Hall hire some Divinity Origin Stage cultivators to work for their construction?\'

That was not the truth, but it was close enough!

Over three hundred Divinity Origin Stage cultivators revealed their qi at the same time, and eighty percent of the people of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect were too scared to move their feet.

That was such a dramatic change.

The Gray Parasol Sword Sect wanted to defeat the Monarch\'s Hall with one stroke, so they had sent everybody they had in the City of Chaos, which meant that they had over two hundred people here!

However, that was far less than Cha-Eun Xiao\'s three hundred men. If they were lucky, they could have one-on-one combat, but some of them would have to fight two of the Divinity Origin Stage cultivators at a time!

Those who fought for the Monarch\'s Hall had to do it quickly because there weren\'t enough credits to share!

That was why they were all so hasty!

"Ah!" That was a fierce shout!

Meng Youjiang slashed down his giant girder and made a world-shocking attack.

He didn\'t aim at anyone!

Zhao Yifei was right in front of him though. Zhao Yifei could easily get away, but his men behind would have to endure the fierce hit!

Many people would be smashed to death by that girder strike.

Zhao Yifei wanted to say something, but he couldn\'t finish talking. "This is a mist…"

Meng Youjiang\'s girder had already gotten close to his head, and the howling sound of the slashing attack had covered his voice.

At the same time, some bright sword light glittered.

Bu Xiangfeng was holding a sword in golden color. He was rushing into the crowd by pushing the point of the sword ahead. – Bang! – Before Meng Youjiang touched anything, Bu Xiangfeng had hit Zhao Yifei on the sword. Zhao Yifei blocked the sword stab, and Bu Xiangfeng kept rushing ahead, rushing into the crowd of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect. It was like a tiger running into a group of sheep, with sharp teeth and blood.

– Shoot shoot shoot… –

Blood splashed to the sky.

Cha-Eun Xiao wanted to catch the enemies alive. The Gray Parasol Sword Sect had sent all the men they had in the City of Chaos, so there were some powerful cultivators in the crowd. Zhao Yifei was the strongest, and there were a few Divinity Origin Stage cultivators too. Bu Xiangfeng was fighting those Divinity Origin Stage cultivators!

The Saint Origin Stage was one huge stage upper than the Divinity Origin Stage, which was a huge difference. The superior cultivators of the Grey Parasol Sword Sect couldn\'t stand a chance in the fight against Bu Xiangfeng. They got hit and couldn\'t continue fighting anymore. Bu Xiangfeng tried to keep them alive, and that was the only reason these men weren\'t dead yet!

The Dark Evil Spirit was angry. "Old Bu, you are not a member of the Monarch\'s Hall! Why do you do this? Those are our credits…"

Bu Xiangfeng ignored him and rushed into the crowd again like a whirlwind.

– Boom! – Meng Youjiang\'s girder flew out and was smashed to the ground.

Bu Xiangfeng had forced Zhao Yifei to move aside, and Meng Youjiang missed the hit because of it. After that, Bu Xiangfeng defeated a few enemies, so Meng Youjiang was anxious. He was an experienced fighter, so he knew how to change his attack immediately. He started to make full-range attacks, and Bu Xiangfeng was inside the attacked area.

Bu Xiangfeng shouted and accelerated, like a cloud of dark fog fleeting away from the big girder\'s smashing range. He shouted, "Meng Youjiang, you f*cking bastard… You almost hit me!"

When he just got away from that attack, the enemies behind him were all turned into blood and flesh.

Zhao Yifei blocked Bu Xiangfeng\'s sword stab, so he staggered back a few steps. Meng Youjiang had come closer soon. If Zhao Yifei did his best to dodge, he could have gotten away, but the people behind him would be killed immediately. He was a tough guy as well. With a big shout, he raised up both hands to block the girder. As he touched the girder, he fell away like a kite without a string, as if he got hit by an electric shock. Before he touched the floor, his face had turned green, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in the air.

That was expected.

Meng Youjiang was much stronger than him, and he had just stepped firmly after blocking Bu Xiangfeng\'s fierce attack. He was surely losing the fight!

The Dark Evil Spirit wanted to take advantage, so he sneakily moved to Zhao Yifei and made a sneaky attack. Zhao Yifei was more powerful than the Dark Evil Spirit. If the two of them fought, he could easily defeat the Dark Evil Spirit. However, now he was severely wounded after blocking the attack from Bu Xiangfeng and the attack from Meng Youjiang. He couldn\'t raise the qi from his dantian, which meant there was nothing he could do with the Dark Evil Spirit\'s attack. The Dark Evil Spirit was going to catch the old guy at the next second.

However, Rong Ke\'er, Meng Youjiang\'s wife, fiercely rushed into the battle and pushed the Dark Evil Spirit away. – Pah, pah, pah! – She then slapped on Zhao Yifei\'s face. Zhao Yifei spat out another mouthful of blood and eventually fell down. The lady grabbed him up on the collar and left the battle.

The Dark Evil Spirit nearly spat out blood when he saw the lady took away the credit he was so eager to take. He knew that Zhao Yifei was definitely powerless, and he knew that he could have caught him alive!

Well, in the end, Meng Youjiang\'s wife took it. He lost it to her.

He angrily shouted to the lady, "Come on, lady! You can\'t do this!"