Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands-Chapter 460: Commander Zhong, When Did I Die? Why Don’t I Know About It?

Chapter 460: Commander Zhong, When Did I Die? Why Don’t I Know About It?

The Peak True Demon Lord, An Zhenluan, who had been intercepted by Feng Cang, was completely dumbfounded.

Damn.

Why are there two such powerful humans?

One was clearly at the Peak Venerable Realm.

The other, although not at that level, demonstrated a killing efficiency that was no less—possibly even greater.

When did the outpost gain two such formidable human experts?

“Damn it, the humans must’ve secretly reinforced the outpost!”

An Zhenluan gritted his teeth.

There was a major failure in intelligence.

A complete miscalculation!

But even so, he couldn’t retreat just yet.

If he retreated too quickly, the Fifth Grand Demon would be furious.

He would be in real trouble afterward.

No matter what, he had to keep fighting a while longer.

The battle continued.

Thanks to the intervention of Shen Mo and Zhong Baisheng, the lesser demons were like chicks being effortlessly crushed.

The Demon Suppression Guards were overjoyed.

While striking back against the demons, they even had spare time to chat about what they’d heard.

“I heard Commander Zhong and Commander Shen made a bet—on who could kill more demons?”

“Yeah, but since there’s a difference in their realms, Commander Zhong said that if Commander Shen could earn at least half the merit he did, then Shen would win.”

“I think the wager was a Star Spirit Stone! That’s a treasure worth twenty B-grade merits!”

“Clicking tongues… as expected of commanders, so generous with their bets.”

“Why do I feel like… Commander Zhong isn’t killing demons as fast as Commander Shen…”

The Demon Suppression Guards kept glancing over, clicking their tongues in amazement.

Zhong Baisheng looked at Shen Mo, whose figure was reaping enemies like a scythe through wheat, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

He glanced at his own Demon Suppression Bracelet.

He had already earned one B-grade merit from killing demons.

He cleared his throat and shouted loudly, pretending to be casual, “Shen Mo, I’ve already earned two B-grade merits. How about you?”

“If the gap’s too big, maybe we shouldn’t compare anymore. No point in forcing it.”

Shen Mo casually thrust his spear through the heart of a Golden Peak True Demon Lord, glanced at his bracelet, and said in surprise, “I’ve only got one B-grade merit and over twenty C-grade merits.”

“Commander Zhong, you’re amazing. Already got two B-grade merits.”

More sweat dripped from Zhong Baisheng’s forehead.

He could tell from Shen Mo’s tone that the man wasn’t lying.

Damn it, this guy’s really grinding fast!

His speed in killing Golden Peak True Demon Lords was even faster than his own.

A flash, a thrust, and the enemy was dead.

In comparison, he needed at least two moves to take one down.

Zhong Baisheng gave a forced laugh. “Haha… Commander Shen, not bad at all.”

Shen Mo shouted, “The gap isn’t big at all. I think we can keep going, don’t you think so, Commander Zhong?”

Zhong Baisheng forced a smile. “Yes… yes, of course we can…”

Shen Mo tilted his head. “Huh, Commander Zhong, why does your smile look worse than crying?”

Zhong Baisheng cursed in his heart.

If you were about to lose a treasure worth twenty B-grade merits, you’d be smiling worse than crying too!

But he couldn’t say that.

As a senior, he still had to keep up appearances.

“I just remembered… something sad,” he said gloomily.

Shen Mo dashed forward, his Biluo Yellow Springs Divine Spear flashing like lightning, blasting a Golden Peak True Demon Lord trying to scale the wall.

Then he asked, “What is it? Can you tell me?”

Zhong Baisheng saw that swift and vicious strike, and his eyelids twitched. After a while, he sighed, “One of my deputy commanders died here back in the day.”

Not far away, Feng Cang dodged the misty hand of the Peak True Demon Lord, scratched his head, and couldn’t help shouting, “Commander Zhong, I remember I’ve always been your only deputy commander, haven’t I?”

“When did I die? Why don’t I know about it?”

Zhong Baisheng’s expression stiffened, and he shot a glare at Feng Cang from afar.

Damn it.

“If you don’t know how to talk, then shut your mouth!”

Shen Mo smacked his lips.

Zhong Baisheng seemed to be in a foul mood.

Better not continue chatting.

The real task now was to make use of the demons’ intelligence failure in this region and slaughter them as fast as possible to earn merit.

Farther in the shadows—

Two Peak True Demon Lords stood silently to the left and right, gazing out at the battlefield.

They were An Zhenmang, under the Fourth Grand Demon An Zhou, and An Zhenfeng, under the Sixth Grand Demon An Chen.

An Zhenmang stood half a step behind An Zhenfeng.

This clearly reflected the difference in their status.

An Zhenmang’s bloodline was that of an ordinary true demon.

But An Zhenfeng—he was a direct descendant of An Chen.

He was deeply favored by An Chen and ranked far above others even among the demons of An Zhen Mountain.

That was why he had been dispatched to carry out this mission.

An Zhenmang said respectfully, “My lord, Shen Mo is very cautious. Right now, we don’t have any of his hair, blood, or scraps of clothing, so it’s hard to use curse killing on him.”

“My suggestion is that we temporarily retreat and wait for the perfect opportunity.”

An Zhenfeng gazed at Shen Mo, who was displaying overwhelming might on the battlefield, and a strange gleam flickered in his eyes.

Shen Mo had already climbed into the top twenty on the Demon Clan’s Kill List.

It was well-known that those ranked in the top twenty were either Demon Suppression generals stationed at major fortresses, or elite Heaven-rank Demon Suppression Guards with immense strength.

For Shen Mo to break into the top twenty—

That alone signified incredible value.

The others on the list were either too powerful or held positions too high to appear easily in the Demon Suppression Sea.

But Shen Mo, among the top twenty, was clearly the weakest.

And now, he was right in front of them.

As one of An Chen’s sons, An Zhenfeng had inherited a particular trait from his father.

Greed.

“It doesn’t matter if we don’t have Shen Mo’s hair or other materials,” An Zhenfeng suddenly grinned. “Don’t we have scraps of clothing from Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang?”

“Zhong Baisheng may not be in the top twenty, but he’s still in the top fifty.”

“As for Feng Cang, he ranks within the top two hundred.”

“If we use curse powder from this close, even if they don’t die, they’ll be seriously wounded!”

“And once those two are heavily injured, guess what’ll happen to the battlefield?”

An Zhenmang was stunned.

Then, he instantly understood what An Zhenfeng meant.

Respect rose in his heart.

“If Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang lose combat strength, then only Shen Mo will be left with enough power to fight.”

“On our side, we still have three Peak True Demon Lords—and you, a son of a Grand Demon!”

“Killing him will be as easy as flipping a hand!”

An Zhenmang said with conviction.

Just imagining that scene made his heart burn with anticipation.

Taking part in killing Shen Mo would earn him quite a reward.

If nothing else, just a drop of that Grand Demon’s blood would be enough to transform his body and make him a new demon altogether!

An Zhenfeng smiled slightly. “Very good. The curse killing will be your task.”

“Once Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang are severely wounded, we’ll strike immediately.”

“Yes!” An Zhenmang responded solemnly.

Outside Outpost 41 at Xuanwu Four—

Shen Mo swept his spear in a broad arc, slicing through the lesser demons trying to scale the wall, cutting them cleanly in two.

Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his heart, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Feng Cang scream out in agony for no reason and fall from the wall.

Feng Cang’s entire body looked as if it were being burned by invisible fire, twitching all over in pain.

Before Shen Mo could react, he saw Zhong Baisheng groan and suddenly collapse backward.

Before he could reach the wall again, his body dropped like a ragdoll toward the ground, about to fall into a swarm of lesser demons.

Shen Mo moved with lightning speed.

Using his Sky-Stepping Phantom Step, he flashed to Zhong Baisheng’s side and casually tossed him back onto the wall.

“What the hell is going on?!”

Ning Tianying, Xiong Yuanshan, Shi Dingyue, and the others quickly gathered around.

Seeing Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang writhing in unbearable pain, their hearts instantly fell into chaos.

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