Starforce Warriors-Chapter 481: Making A Fortune

Huang Fulai landed on the rooftop, staring blankly at everything around him. He rubbed his eyes forcefully.

The two halves of Tsukiha Tensō's body on the ground below were no illusion. Farther away, You Longzi was undeniably dead. Principal Lu's injuries were severe. Li Xiaofei stood in mid-air like a god of slaughter.

Swish, swish.

Xue Xuanqi and Zhu Kunyu also arrived at the same time. Both of them looked at Huang Fulai with the same bewildered expression and questioning gaze. Huang Fulai opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

Li Xiaofei held his sword and scanned his surroundings, his heart boiling with murderous intent. If he had already started, why not finish it completely? He might as well kill all the other non-Great Xia Saints on Haijing City's rankings.

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"Principal Lu, where is the Yiggs man, Aztast?" He asked loudly.

Lu Xufeng, who had lost both arms, did not respond. He understood Li Xiaofei's current thoughts and had already figured out why this young man had been so reckless since arriving in Haijing City.

Although he didn't know what had just happened to Li Xiaofei, it was clear that this state would not last long.

"Let’s call it a day," Lu Xufeng said.

Killing the Jiepeng Saint Tsukiha Tensō was already shocking enough.

Though the Jiepeng Empire had risen to prominence, it remained a small nation with a sparse population. Its aggressive militarism could only grant it a fleeting advantage. In the event of a full-scale war, the old veterans in the Great Xia parliament could still hold their ground and prevent the nation from suffering any truly crippling blows.

But if they offended the Yiggs Union as well, the situation would spiral completely out of control. The Great Xia of today was already riddled with wounds and was being torn apart by constant struggles. It could only lie dormant to conserve its strength. A reckless, decisive strike was no longer an option.

"This won’t do. I’m not someone who..." Li Xiaofei began to argue.

But in the next instant, he felt the mysterious sword intent within him begin to rapidly wane.

Damn it.

The buff had expired.

That was fast. Even the Barbarian King’s ultimate lasted five seconds for the real heroes. And here I am, this little green-haired upstart, barely holding on for thirty seconds.

"I’m actually really good at listening to the advice of my elders, hehe," Li Xiaofei said with a sheepish grin, sheathing his twin swords as he slowly descended.

At that moment, Principal Lu suddenly spoke up. "Ah, I think I’ve remembered where Aztast is. The exact location is..."

"No need, no need," Li Xiaofei quickly laughed. "I was just asking casually."

Good grief, Principal Lu. You still have the energy to mess with me even after losing both arms. Where was the earnest, kind elder from before?

Li Xiaofei swiftly changed the subject. His gaze shifted to the waiter nearby, who looked as though his soul had been sucked out. The young man was kneeling on the ground, as motionless as a wooden sculpture.

"I..."

When he sensed Li Xiaofei's attention, he raised his head to meet his gaze. His eyes no longer held hatred or anger. There was only emptiness.

Li Xiaofei didn’t say a word. He simply raised his sword and slashed.

Slash.

The waiter's head fell to the ground.

I only kept you alive to witness my glory. Now that I’ve finished my performance, your time is up.

Every Jiepeng national in the Wanmao District, without exception, had to die. None of them were innocent.

Besides, he had made a promise to Tsukiha Yaiba earlier. Every single person in the Jiepeng consulate would be slaughtered without exception, not even chickens or dogs. Li Xiaofei had one rare virtue. Even promises made to his enemies might sometimes be kept.

"You... you killed Tsukiha Tensō?" Huang Fulai finally snapped out of his daze, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Li Xiaofei nodded, his face lighting up with a smile as warm as spring. "City Leader Huang, this is our third meeting. What brings you here this time?"

Huang Fulai thought to himself that if he were a woman, he would have already melted under Li Xiaofei's radiant smile.

"Old Huang is here to die with you," Zhu Kunyu interjected bluntly.

Huang Fulai felt a twinge of guilt. Deep down, he had not fully trusted Li Xiaofei and thought there was a chance he might lose. That doubt was what had driven him to rush over in such a panic.

Huang Fulai quickly introduced the two men to Li Xiaofei.

"This is City Leader Xue and Director Zhu." He said, gesturing to Xue Xuanqi and Zhu Kunyu.

Li Xiaofei extended his hand in gratitude. "From now on, we're friends. If you ever need anything from me, just say the word."

In Haijing City, with its countless officials and powerful figures, and within the Great Xia’s population of nearly thirty million, only Xue Xuanqi, Huang Fulai, and Zhu Kunyu had come with the resolve to face death alongside him at such a critical moment.

The fewer the people, the more precious the sentiment. Li Xiaofei had never refused the goodwill of his compatriots.

At this moment, Xue Xuanqi and Zhu Kunyu no longer carried even a trace of superiority in front of Li Xiaofei. Instead, they were more nervous than meeting the most influential figures in the political arena. After all, standing before them was a genuine Saint Slayer.

A single battle had slain two Saints. From this day forward, the rankings of Haijing City’s strongest were bound to change drastically. There might be some debate about whether Li Xiaofei deserved the top spot, but securing a place in the top three was absolutely certain.

Zhu Kunyu was overwhelmed with excitement at this moment. He knew his fortunes were about to change. Even though his desperate rush to the battlefield had ultimately proved useless, this gesture of offering aid in a dire situation would undoubtedly win Li Xiaofei’s friendship. Who in Haijing City would dare trouble him from now on?

My brother Li Xiaofei would cut you down on the spot.

Xue Xuanqi could barely contain his exhilaration too. He had left his post in the education sector to enter politics with the hope of enacting real change to save the nation. Yet, time and again, he found himself obstructed by insurmountable political barriers. Reform after reform had been thwarted, leaving him battered and disillusioned.

The root cause was clear, he lacked a strong backer. But now, that backer stood before him. This act of risking his life had earned him Li Xiaofei’s friendship. From this moment onward, if he leveraged this bond wisely, he could finally realize his ambitions, implement his ideas, and make a lasting impact.

Huang Fulai, on the other hand, felt pure joy for Li Xiaofei. The journey that had brought them together still felt too surreal. But now, he was certain; this warm and innocent-looking young man before him was the very same unparalleled Sword Immortal who had protected him and over three hundred thousand refugees during their perilous journey. How could shackles or chains ever hope to imprison a figure like him?

The group exchanged contact information. And so, it became a world where only Principal Lu was injured.

I shouldn’t have been on the roof. I should have been under the car. Had I known that this kid held such a trump card, why would I have rushed over so eagerly, only to lose both arms?

But as the thought lingered, Lu Xufeng chuckled wryly. The younger generation had surpassed expectations. This was truly a blessing for Great Xia's martial legacy.

Hadn’t he chosen to teach and nurture students for a lifetime for the hope of witnessing a moment like the one he had just seen, where Saints fell in battle? In that sense, hadn’t he achieved his life's dream?

As for his severed arms? He only needed to rest and remove the water element energy in his wounds to restore them. There was no need to worry too much.

"Let’s go," Lu Xufeng said. "The Jiepeng Consulate has been annihilated. The Inquisition will undoubtedly investigate, and the troubles ahead will be many. We must tread carefully."

The group departed. The oppressive aura left behind by the battle of the Saints continued to deter all the hidden spies from various factions from approaching.

Twenty minutes later, agents from the Mirror of Traces arrived swiftly on the scene.