Chapter 1233 - 490: Ambush on Hongjun (2)

"With Hongjun’s death, the Demon Race has become a mess."

"All you need to do is hold your troops and watch the tigers fight."

Everyone exchanged looks, not knowing what to do.

Letting the Demon Race kill each other, wouldn’t that benefit those demons?

And as mere bystanders, what honor is there?

But since it’s the Master’s imperial edict, who would dare to defy it even a bit?

They could only swallow their voices and dared not express dissent.

"My lord, Blood Shadow at your service."

Amidst the doubts of the officials, a figure quietly knelt down.

It was none other than that mysterious assassin!

This return to the capital was indeed a grand success.

"Rise."

Zhang Beixing spoke calmly, unruffled.

"When you killed Hongjun this time, did you discover anything suspicious?"

"Master sees clearly, though Hongjun is dead, his followers are not yet eliminated."

The Blood Shadow Clone bowed, speaking respectfully.

"According to Blood Shadow, Hongjun had a capable assistant named Rakshasa."

"This person is deceitful with many tricks and has cultivation above Hongjun."

"If left unchecked, he might plant the seeds of disaster for Great Zhou."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing furrowed his brows deeply.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly spoke.

"Rakshasa... is indeed a formidable character."

He stood with his hands behind his back, inscrutable.

"Go and find out more about him, make sure to uncover his weaknesses."

"At that time, I will have my ways to capture him."

"Understood."

The Blood Shadow Clone took his leave, turning to depart.

In a hurry, disappearing into the night.

Inside the hall, it was solemn.

Officials watched the decisive back, feeling awe.

Unexpectedly, the Son of Heaven’s mind was so meticulous.

Even an enemy hidden so deeply could be accounted for.

Such foresight was indeed incredibly wise.

"Esteemed ministers, do not worry overly."

Seeing various expressions among the officials, Zhang Beixing smiled.

As if everything was under control, unhurried.

"Although Rakshasa is troublesome, he is just a spent force."

"With the strength of Great Zhou, we need not fear."

He stood with his hands behind his back, dignified.

"The most urgent task now is to solidify the nation’s foundation, soothe the people’s hearts."

"Only in this way can we remain invincible."

The monarch and the ministers were united, the whole nation.

All were aroused by these words.

The Master indeed was the True Dragon Son of Heaven, with far-reaching vision.

With him holding the fort, what is impossible?

[Host, well done. This plan without flaw truly impresses me.]

[Though Hongjun is dead, this game of chess is not yet finished.]

[Right now, Rakshasa should be considered the primary enemy, we must not underestimate him.]

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing’s expression turned slightly somber.

Though victory seemed ensured, he could not let his guard down.

Moreover, this contest was far from over.

Who will laugh last is still uncertain.

He respectfully bowed, sincere and heartfelt.

"Rakshasa is surely ruthless and vicious."

"To eliminate him thoroughly, long-term planning is necessary."

Saying this, he left with his hands behind his back.

No longer caring for the astonishment and admiration behind him.

This battle was far from over.

Meanwhile, in a dark alley in Capital City.

A shadow like a ghost seemed to blend into the night.

His eyes glowed red, features hideous.

Emitting a terrifying murderous aura.

"That useless Hongjun, is he actually dead?"

The newcomer spoke coldly, voice ethereal and distant.

"Zhang Beixing, you vile brat."

"It’s not over between us yet!"

Yet at this moment, no one expected.

The gears of fate had quietly begun to turn.

The immense changes burst forth from the void.

No one could predict it, nor could anyone stop it.

In the blink of an eye, several more days passed.

On the court, all officials gathered.

Though Hongjun was dead, the Demon Race kept making moves during this period.

Constantly stirring up disputes at the border, leaving the court restless.

"Master, if this continues, our army is not the solution."

Richard paced back and forth anxiously, sweat beading on his forehead.

"That elusive Rakshasa, so difficult to deal with."

"If we don’t act soon, I fear it will be a case of drawing the flames from under the kettle and bringing our own destruction!"

"Master, you are wise indeed, truly farsighted."

Alina nodded repeatedly, her face showing admiration.

"Even before the Rakshasa made a move, you had already seen through his ambition."

"But his repeated provocations are simply bringing about his own doom!"

However, facing the urgency and worry of the two.

Zhang Beixing merely gave a faint smile.

A cold glint flashed through his eyes, disappearing in an instant.

No one knew what calculations he was making.

"Rakshasa... surely not an easy opponent."

He murmured to himself, his voice barely audible.

As if pondering, yet seeming to praise.

After a long pause, a soft sigh.

"Summon the Blood Shadow Clone."

"I want to see what news he brings back."

Soon, a figure in a black robe appeared silently.

No other than the notorious assassin!

"Master, forgive me, Blood Shadow has failed the mission."

His expression was fearful, yet he met Zhang Beixing’s gaze courageously.

"Rakshasa’s tricks were many, Blood Shadow’s momentary lapse was detected by him."

"Had I not escaped by luck, I would have perished already..."

The civil and military officials discussed spiritedly.

"Daring to track the Demon Race leader, this Blood Shadow Clone truly has no fear!"

"Rumor has it that even among assassins, there is a code of honor and shame."

"More so as the Master’s close confidant, how can he forsake the mission so easily?"

At that moment, countless disdainful and scornful gazes pierced toward Blood Shadow Clone.

Yet, he seemed utterly unbothered, instead held his head high and his chest out.

The fighting spirit in his eyes burned fiercely, vowing to erase the humiliation.

"Master, discern wisely! Though Blood Shadow failed, he did not return empty-handed!"

He suddenly raised his voice, capturing everyone’s attention.

Revealing his right hand, in his palm lay a Jade Pendant.

Crystal clear, emitting a faint glow.

"This is an item closely associated with Rakshasa, it must have a significant correlation with his cultivation."

"Blood Shadow stole it at great risk to ask the Master for guidance on how to decipher it."

As his words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the monarch’s verdict.

Zhang Beixing remained unmoved, carefully scrutinizing the Jade Pendant without haste.

His eyes deep and unfathomable, difficult to read.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head.

His lips curled slightly, revealing a smile.

"Blood Shadow, you’ve done well."

He spoke lightly, his tone casual and natural.

"Though you nearly lost your life this time, obtaining this item proves your loyalty."

"I will not let you suffer any loss."

Upon hearing this, Blood Shadow Clone rejoiced excessively.

Promptly knelt and bowed, proclaiming long live.

But soon, his expression froze.

For in the next moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly acted.

His five fingers like hooks, crushed the Jade Pendant to pieces.

Fragments scattered, transforming into specks of dust.

Everyone was shocked, not understanding why.

Blood Shadow was also utterly confused.

A hard-won opportunity destroyed in an instant?

What does the Master mean by this?

Watching the astounded expressions of the officials, Zhang Beixing just laughed.

Laughed freely, unabashedly.

"No need to be surprised, my dear ministers."

"How could Rakshasa be trapped by such a commonplace item?"

As it turned out, he had long seen that this Jade Pendant was merely a blinding technique.

Completely insignificant, not worthy of concern.

Such a trifling trick, trying to deceive the heavens and cross the seas?

It is nothing but a foolish dream, overestimating oneself!

"Blood Shadow, heed my words."

Zhang Beixing suddenly spoke solemnly, his gaze piercing.

"This time it was your carelessness, falling into the enemy’s trap."

"Had you not been fortunate, you would have perished long ago."

Blood Shadow Clone heard this, overwhelmed with shame.

Bowed repeatedly, pleading for forgiveness.

"Master, forgive me! Blood Shadow was foolish, nearly ruining the grand plan!"

"I earnestly request that the Master grant me the chance to redeem myself with merit!"

"Heh, well said."

Zhang Beixing sneered, suddenly raising his hand.

Golden light surged around him, rising slowly.

As if a Celestial God descended, unmatched."

"Since you are so sincere, I will fulfill your wish."

"From now on, every move Rakshasa makes must be within your sight."

"Any sign of trouble, report at once."

"I want to see how long he can keep up!"