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Duan Commander's gaze held a hint of regret; this operation had been incredibly foolish, as they had been completely caught off guard by the Evil Cultivator.
But regret was pointless now. One mistake had cost the lives of one hundred sixty-eight people!
"Do you know about the Holy Dragon Guard?"
Lin Qiubai nodded; the books from White Room Academy had covered it extensively.
The Holy Dragon Guard was an enforcement army cultivated by the Emperor of the Xian Sheng Dynasty, loyal only to him.
It consisted of thirty-three branches, with divisions established throughout the Thirty-Three States, and numerous smaller sub-divisions beneath them.
The major divisions had one thousand Dragon Guards, all at the level of Transcendent of Creation, managed by a Commander at the Nirvana Realm.
The minor divisions had three hundred Dragon Guards, overseen by a small Commander at the Creation Realm, with all Dragon Guards possessing combat abilities at the Peak of Yuan Dan Realm.
Such a strict organizational structure allowed the Holy Dragon Guard to cover the entire dynasty like a spider web, effectively enforcing every decree of the empire.
More importantly, the overall strength of the Holy Dragon Guard was such that even the Nine Great Sacred Lands had to treat it with caution.
Typically, the Holy Dragon Guard did not interfere in Sect affairs; they were responsible for maintaining peace and stability within urban areas, preventing martial artists from committing murder, violence, or brawling in the city.
If someone dared to break the law, the Holy Dragon Guard would issue a bounty; no matter how far a criminal fled, they would be hunted down and killed.
If there were lawbreakers within a Sect, the Holy Dragon Guard never considered whether those individuals had any background; they would directly go to apprehend them.
As a result, urban areas within the Xian Sheng Dynasty enjoyed a sense of stability, akin to a Prosperous Era.
"Alas, I, Commander, have become a sinner. I have been targeted by an Evil Cultivator...
I wonder which hidden demonic sect is so ignorant of their own limitations that they wish to oppose My Emperor. Unfortunately, my cultivation level is low, and I cannot eradicate all the evil in the world for My Emperor..."
Duan Commander squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth. He frowned as he looked into the distance, where dark energy surged into the sky, an ominous black aura that was incredibly sinister.
Lin Qiubai felt a chill run through his body.
Evil Cultivators.
As the name suggests, they are martial artists who cultivate through evil methods.
These martial artists often abandon their humanity in their practices, whether by extracting others' life essence, consuming human blood, or forcibly seizing others' cultivation. They are not tolerated by the righteous path.
However, Evil Cultivators possess fierce combat abilities and can achieve rapid progress, attracting many unscrupulous martial artists to their ranks.
"In the eyes of us Holy Dragon Guard, Evil Cultivators are like thorns in our flesh. This time I brought my troops out to eliminate the recent surge of Evil Cultivators.
I did not expect that this group of Evil Cultivators has actually gained some power. There is even a mid-stage Creation Realm expert among them!"
Duan Commander sighed, gripping the sword at his waist tightly.
A mid-stage Creation Realm Evil Cultivator was beyond his capability to defeat.
Moreover, the opposing forces were not inferior to them at all; it was likely that over one hundred sixty soldiers of the Holy Dragon Guard would be buried here today.
"This time you too cannot escape disaster; encountering an Evil Cultivator means there is only one path—death."
"Sigh, what a pity for such a promising cultivator. It's all my fault, Commander."
Duan Commander wore a look of despair, turning to face his soldiers.
"Brothers, it is my fault that you have fallen into this dire situation. In the next life, we can only repay by working like oxen and horses!
Now, let’s fight with all our might. If we can take down even one Evil Cultivator, it will ease the worries of My Emperor!"
In an instant, the Holy Dragon Guard under Duan Commander drew their Longswords, displaying expressions of indifference to death as they prepared for a desperate fight.
Lin Qiubai sighed in frustration.
Why did an Evil Cultivator appear out of nowhere?
It should be noted that due to the presence of the Xian Sheng Dynasty, the Holy Dragon Guard, and righteous martial artists, Evil Cultivators find it hard to survive.
On ordinary days, Evil Cultivators are rarely seen.
Whenever an Evil Cultivator appears, they are usually besieged by martial artists. There are even martial artists who roam the world looking for trouble with Evil Cultivators, engaging in life-and-death battles upon encountering them.
But unexpectedly, Lin Qiubai had such bad luck. He encountered over a hundred Evil Cultivators!
Moreover, each one was extremely difficult to deal with! Even the Holy Dragon Guard could only wait for their doom!
"Duan Commander, are you really going to die like this?"
"There’s no choice. Even if we wanted to go down fighting together, it’s impossible. They came prepared; this space has been sealed off, and we can’t send out any messages..."
Duan Commander looked at Lin Qiubai with guilt.
For a peak Yuan Dan Realm expert or an early Creation Realm powerhouse, this was a situation where death was certain.
Lin Qiubai was merely a small fry from the Body Refinement Realm...
There was no way he could expect to leave alive.
Evil Cultivators were not righteous martial artists; they acted in a twisted and brutal manner, without any principles.
They took pleasure in killing, and after Lin Qiubai was slain, he might even have his essence drained.
Lin Qiubai was aware of his predicament.
Staying put meant certain death.
Turning to flee also led to certain death.
Kneeling before the Evil Cultivators to beg for mercy would result in humiliation followed by certain death.
But Lin Qiubai did not want to die!
His mind raced, recalling the Thirty-Six Stratagems and The Art of War; all possible escape strategies flooded his thoughts.
Over a hundred million brain cells operated like a secret instrument, working swiftly to find a way out of this deadlock.
Finally, Lin Qiubai spoke up.
“Duan Commander, if everyone dies here today, it will be meaningless.
This group of Evil Cultivators kills to silence witnesses and then hides away, living freely without consequence.
Next time they appear, it might be the stronger Holy Dragon Guard soldiers who get surrounded. Do you want that to happen?”
Lin Qiubai's words struck deep; the situation was critical, and there was no room for negotiation.
“What can we do? It's impossible for anyone to survive!”
Duan Commander furrowed his brow deeply, as if a chasm had formed. What could he do? He felt utterly hopeless.
The Evil Cultivators were well-prepared and would not let the Holy Dragon Guard escape. As for Lin Qiubai, could he really get away?
The opponent had a mid-stage Creation Realm expert. Even if Duan Commander fought desperately to buy time for Lin Qiubai, it would be futile.
“There are ten paths in heaven; one can evade one of them. There is no absolute deadlock!
If Duan Commander is willing to follow my plan, then I can escape. Once I get out, I will report everything that happened today to the higher-ups of the Holy Dragon Guard. What do you think?”
Lin Qiubai stood proudly, his tone full of confidence and persuasiveness.
“How do you propose to resolve this?”
“I cannot disclose specific measures, but I swear by the way of heaven that I can escape, and once I do, I will fulfill my oath made today!”
Lin Qiubai raised his hand and swore to the heavens.
"Alright, I'll trust you this once, Brother. I'll do whatever you say."
Duan Commander gritted his teeth; there was no other choice now.
What he feared most was that their entire group would be wiped out while the higher-ups of the Holy Dragon Guard remained unaware that the Evil Cultivator had already become a significant threat.
This would lead to a tragic repeat of history.
"You all better be prepared to die. Here, only I can escape.
Remember, die quietly without causing any trouble.
Otherwise, if I die, your sacrifices will be meaningless!"
Lin Qiubai threatened.
To survive, he had to show his most sinister side.
"Relax, don't think about anything, and don't resist, not even a little bit."
With that, Lin Qiubai gently placed his hand on Duan Commander's shoulder, softly and briefly.
"Is that all it takes?"
Duan Commander, completely relaxed and not even using his Vital Energy, looked bewildered; clearly, Lin Qiubai hadn't done anything at all.
What kind of trick is he playing?
"Alright."
Lin Qiubai nodded. All preparations were complete; now, it was just a matter of waiting for the Evil Cultivators to arrive...
In just a few breaths, over a hundred fierce-looking Evil Cultivators, their eyes gleaming with malice, rushed towards the Holy Dragon Guard, surrounding them completely.
"The Holy Dragon Guard's small division consists of one hundred sixty-eight members, with the strongest being Duan Qifeng at the early stage of the Creation Realm. Next year on this day will be your day of sacrifice. Hehehe..."
The leading Old Evil Demon, at the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, cackled as he suddenly fixed his gaze on Lin Qiubai, revealing a cruel grin.
"There's even a little tender shoot here; Wei Sanjie happens to be in the mood for some fresh blood..."
He lunged forward, claws extended towards Lin Qiubai's throat. With such a strike, even Commander Duan would meet his end, let alone Lin Qiubai, who was merely at the Body Refinement Eighth Layer.
Lin Qiubai was on the brink of death...
All hope seemed lost as over one hundred Holy Dragon Guard members closed their eyes in despair.
But Lin Qiubai remained unafraid. He stepped forward, invigorating his entire body with energy and blood, staring at the Old Evil Demon as if he were an ant.
"Beast Wei Sanjie, how dare you!"
A roar halted the attack of the Evil Cultivator who called himself Wei Sanjie. His body froze in mid-air as he stared blankly at Lin Qiubai.
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