Monarch Night

He rose to the sky with one cut.

With a dignified battle intent, advancing without retreating.

Hentian no eye!

The Evil Qi exploded to its limit!

This was a head-on decisive strike!

"Get down here!"

That man, using the Blood Burning Skill to escape, was already using the last resort after being gravely injured. After taking several hits to break through the encirclement and running so far, who would have thought there'd be an ambush here?

At that moment, he was dumbfounded.

Why the hell were you ambushing here instead of following the main force to strike? Seriously...

It was completely unexpected.

And the overwhelming Evil Qi was so intense it frightened the heart and soul.

In a flash of panic and fury, he desperately screamed, "Get out of the way!"

He struck out with his sword in full force.

As sword and saber clashed. A dazzling light erupted in the night sky!

With a boom.

Fang Che groaned miserably, blood uncontrollably spat out, and his body shot back like a ball, breaking through two walls in succession before his back heavily hit a large tree.

But the man in the air was in worse shape, his unstoppable fleeing momentum was abruptly halted by Fang Che's strike, and he even retreated three meters in mid-air.

With a loud cry, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Golden stars burst before his eyes, and his vision became a bit blurred.

All he was left with was speechlessness.

Already drained and exhausted from charging out, and yet encountered such a reckless death-wisher.

Planned to rush into the lodging, capture some ordinary people to suck blood and recover, and then prepare to lurk, or if worst comes, take hostages.

But his plans were all thwarted by this single strike.

His flying momentum was stopped, struggled to catch his breath, and his body uncontrollably fell.

At that moment his face was filled with despair.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Three King level masters from the Guardian Hall rapidly arrived, surrounding the man in a triangular formation.

No escape!

The three felt extremely grateful, never expecting there to be a hidden King level among them, it was bloody dangerous, the three attacked, and he still managed to escape.

Fortunately.

That Junior steward desperately blocked for a moment, otherwise if this demon, heavily injured, had escaped into the residential area, the consequences would be unimaginable.

With this demon's strength, causing hundreds or thousands of ordinary people's deaths was merely a snap of the fingers.

The man on the ground kept spitting blood, his savage face was full of ferocity.

"It's fate! It's fate!"

He looked fiercely at the direction Fang Che was sent flying, shakily saying, "You won't live! You won't live!"

Suddenly his eyes bulged in shock at the front, wide-mouthed, speechless.

In the rubble.

Fang Che used his sword to support himself, moving step by step out, lifting his head: "Who the hell can't live?!"

The man stared in shock, angrily shouting: "How are you not dead? Why aren't you dead!"

Supported by his sword, Fang Che panted and said: "Don't waste words with him, he's stalling for time to recover... quickly kill him first!"

The three King level masters instantly realized and simultaneously attacked.

The person from the Demon Sect roared furiously: "You blasted brat, you deserve death..."

But was immediately submerged under the attacks of the three Kings.

Bang bang bang...

After a series of hitting sounds, the body of this person collapsed into a heap of mud on the ground.

Even in death, he stared fiercely at Fang Che.

Wanting to curse but could no longer speak.

Fell headfirst on the ground.

Dead!

"Twenty-seven people, not one escaped!"

A King level master walked up to Fang Che, full of smiles, and gratitude, personally using his power to heal Fang Che, saying: "Steward Fang, well done! This King's merit, we three shamelessly take ten percent each, the remaining seventy percent, all to you!"

"Sir, you're too kind."

"It's not kindness, if not for you, at least a hundred would have died at the hands of this demon, and we three would have been too ashamed to face anyone if he escaped."

"Alright then."

Fang Che took several deep breaths, grimacing: "These days are really a streak of bad luck, constantly getting injured."

Earlier he ate a Dan Yun Divine Pill again.

Otherwise, even though this demon was a King level, when near exhaustion, his power wasn't even ten percent of usual, but even so, a full-power shock could have taken Steward Fang, of the Second grade, away!

"To be able to fight a King level head-on and not die, Steward Fang's cultivation is truly exemplary."

Seeing Fang Che was unharmed, everyone relaxed.

So they began to clean the battlefield and collect evidence.

And the lodging Fang Che had just broken through with two large holes had a family curled in the corner, shivering as they huddled together.

With fearful eyes, they looked at Fang Che and the others.

This family, you could say, was extremely unlucky too.

It was already late at night.

The wife and kids were fast asleep.

With a boom, the bedroom wall was broken into two large holes.

From the east wall to the west wall, it had become a path!

Luckily, the house didn't collapse, sparing them injury, a kind of fortune in misfortune; although obviously, the house was now uninhabitable.

"You were frightened."

Fang Che moved and put down a silver note of ten thousand taels.

"After dawn, go report the damage to the Guardian Hall... as for these, take them, buy some good things for the children to eat."

"Sir... I... I dare not..."

"Take it. Gather your valuables from home, and be mindful of the roof, don't let it collapse and hit anyone."

Fang Che sighed, stood up, and softly said: "Quickly take and hide the silver notes and other things, don't let anyone see... life is not easy, live well."

"Thank you, sir!"

The family hastily bowed, faces full of tears. Yet hearts warmed through and through.

The others, including Zuo Guanglie, watched this scene quietly.

A King level master softly said: "Steward Fang... such a compassionate heart."

Zuo Guanglie nodded in admiration, saying, "Against demons, thunderous methods; for the people, a compassionate heart, Steward Fang is a model for us."

Many of the Guardian Hall after capturing a demon barely linger to comfort the populace.

Because for these, naturally, the government handles it, with departments responsible for compensating the people.

Like Fang Che being so thorough isn't unique but... not many.

By this time, the battlefield clean-up team had returned to report.

"A total of twenty-seven people, identification confirmed, some are from the Weiwo Sect Headquarters Family; the leading King level was an elder of the San Sheng Sect..."

Everyone sighed, feeling a bit disinterested: "Not from the Yemo Sect... what's the use of the San Sheng Sect... just a bit of merit points."

"Break up, break up, go back to rest."

"Steward Fang, I'll carry you."

"Alright."

The group swiftly returned, and the government personnel had already arrived to take over.

A glimmer of first light had already appeared in the east.

The family in the ruins, filled with gratitude, watched as Fang Che and the others left, bowing deeply in respect.

...

"Steward Fang, where did you get your Healing Pills? So effective?"

Zuo Guanglie, who was carrying Fang Che, sensed Fang Che's qi and blood recovering quickly as they walked.

"Alas, gifted by an elder..."

Fang Che sighed: "Such a life-saving good thing, in these three or four days, has been used twice. Heartache dripping blood..."

"As long as it saves your life, such good things, each one is priceless."

Zuo Guanglie expressed indescribable envy.

But he knew, such precious items, no matter who, wouldn't have many.

Since Steward Fang had used two, at most he might have one or two more. So he merely expressed envy, not asking for something unreasonable.

A pill for a life.

Asking for it? Who could be so bold!

Anyone with some experience wouldn't ask.

Back at the Guardian Hall, Zuo Guanglie and others went to report, while those responsible for verifying merits left to start verification.

Fang Che early on reached his position in the Steward Hall, sat cross-legged and dozed for a moment.

Inside, over sixty deacons were on night duty.

Each one stared with rabbit-like eyes at Fang Che.

"Steward Fang, this early?"

"...Early my ass, haven't slept all night."

"Then Steward Fang went to earn merit again... alas, we've stayed up all night, not a single merit... We are just up for nothing."

Fatty Hong... hmm, Lame Hong Er looked utterly pitiful.

This guy always had a sharp tongue.

Towards female stewards, constantly flirting, from elderly female stewards aged one hundred seventy or eighty to twenty-year-old young stewards, beauties or ordinary, he flirts with every one of them.

For this, he suffered many beatings but never changed his ways.

Yet Fang Che realized today, this guy's sharpness extends to men alike.

Coldly leaning his head: "If your fat meat could be exchanged for merit...you'd probably be a Hall Master by now."

Lame Hong Er: "..."

Fang Che said: "If your flirtatious words could be traded for merit...you'd probably have ascended to headquarters by now."

Everyone: "Hahahahaha..."

The laughter almost blew the hall's roof away.

For the first time realizing, this Steward Fang's sharp tongue surpasses Lame Hong Er.

Lame Hong Er looked utterly pitiable.

Couldn't beat Steward Fang, and couldn't outsmart him...

Crying in despair!

...

That day.

From midnight.

Worldwide Escort Agency was fully activated.

Various renovations quickly underway.

A row of small houses shot up in the yard like a whoosh.

A grandiose main gate Duang was erected, imposing and domineering.

A gilded plaque nailed at the entrance. Brightly illuminating the street in gold!

All sorts of decorations rapidly completed.

Each of these little demons was a wealthy chief, spending money like water, paying out of pocket to redecorate the boss's company, only buying expensive not right! Only buy high-end, not average! Only what's needed, no questions on price.

All about speed!

Everyone was full of energy.

Several chipped in to buy the surrounding yards too.

Then bulldozing like bulldozers, leveling all, big trees included.

The courtyard wall sprung up like bamboo after a spring shower, whooshing up three meters.

Worldwide Escort Agency's flag stood tall.

Fluttering in the wind.

Even smaller escort flags, set in two rows from the grand entrance to the hall, then splitting like swallows' wings circling the backyard large field.

All crafted from fine steel.

With the most expensive silk, embroidered with the large words of Worldwide Escort Agency, impressively lavish.

Even without wind, several Marshal level experts were arranged to use palm wind to make the flags flutter, never allowing them to hang lifelessly.

The Chief's guest hall floor was actually laid with large slabs of white jade.

Around the walls were all famous paintings and calligraphy.

The Chief's throne high above, entirely golden, covered with a thick Level 8 Spiritual Beast White Tiger skin. The two armrests, surprisingly two purple-golden dragon heads.

Majestic and awe-inspiring.

Pushing for high-end and classy full of connotation!

Windows bright and clean without a speck of dust.

Guest tea sets made of Spirit Crystal, with more than ten spares.

Tea leaves costing tens of thousands of taels a pound, yet the demons complained Baiyun State simply had no good tea.

On one side of the hall, stood racks with sword, spear, saber, halberd and other weapons.

Every weapon was definitely a divine weapon!

Cold gleams shining.

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[This single chapter is set to charge, I'll modify and add another chapter. I'll post the single chapter separately. This chapter is an apology, charging everyone three cents, my apologies, set wrong.]