# 415
**Chapter 415: The Rebel Forbidden Artifact Envoys**
“Replica [Yaoguang]…” Baili Pangpang narrowed his eyes slightly at the golden light beneath the trio’s feet. “Someone from the Baili family?”
“What’s wrong, Little Young Master? Don’t you recognize me?” the man said with a grin. “Years ago, I even served as your lackey. Every time you visited a high-end club, I’d stand guard behind the stone lion on the right side of the gate.”
Baili Pangpang thought for a moment, then answered honestly, “I had too many lackeys. Why should I remember you?”
The man: “…”
“You’re members of the Baili family. You know who I am… and you still dare fly above my head?” Baili Pangpang’s expression darkened. “Get down here!”
The three hovering on replica [Yaoguang] paled slightly.
Another woman sneered. “Little Young Master, since we’re bold enough to appear before you like this, we never planned to let you leave this forest alive… Do you really think we’ll obey your orders?”
Baili Pangpang stared at them. “Just the three of you think you can kill me?”
“Only us three? Young Master, you misunderstand.” The man’s lips curled. “We’re merely in charge of locating you. Someone else will do the actual killing.”
The instant his voice fell, Baili Pangpang sensed something and whipped his head around.
From the dim, swaying shadows of the trees, four figures approached. When moonlight pale as frost fell across their faces, Baili Pangpang’s pupils shrank.
“Earth, Fire, Wind, Water—four Forbidden Artifact Envoys—greetings, Little Young Master.” The Fire Envoy looked into Baili Pangpang’s eyes and spoke calmly.
“You—?!” Baili Pangpang stood frozen, disbelief flooding his gaze. “How is this possible? You’re my personal bodyguards—why would you try to kill me?!”
He stared at those four familiar faces, his complexion deathly pale. His fingernails dug deep into his palms, the sharp pain convincing him this was no illusion.
Yet he couldn’t comprehend it!
These four Forbidden Artifact Envoys had always belonged to his personal guard. Since childhood he had survived over a hundred assassination attempts, more than half of them thwarted by these four. Without them, he would have died long ago.
When they were hunted in Cangnan City by the Believers and the Church of the Ancient Gods, these four had risked their lives fighting the enemy so that he, Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu, and the others could escape.
In Baili Pangpang’s eyes, they were the umbrella that had sheltered his growth, seniors he revered and respected.
And now… even they wanted him dead?
“Forgive us, Little Young Master.” The Water Envoy slowly closed her eyes, as if unable to meet his gaze. “We cannot allow you to return to Guangshen alive…”
Whoosh—!!
A violent hurricane swept through the forest, forcing Baili Pangpang back several steps. He raised an arm to shield his face, glaring at the four in fury and bewilderment.
“Why? Why won’t any of you let me go back to Guangshen?!” The resentment bottled inside Baili Pangpang ignited like gunpowder. Shouting into the wind, he roared, “I only want to attend my father’s birthday! If Baili Jing wants the position of family head so badly, I’ll give it to him! Companies, conglomerates, family estates—whoever manages them—I don’t care! I don’t understand that stuff, and I don’t want to! Why must he insist on killing me? Doesn’t he even have the guts to stand in front of me and talk? He can only resort to these despicable tricks?!”
His angry voice mingled with the howling wind. Opposite him, the four envoys remained silent.
The Fire Envoy’s fingertip ignited a blinding spark. Under the gale, it merged into a fiery tornado that carried terrifying heat and surged toward Baili Pangpang.
Clenching his teeth, Baili Pangpang yanked the [Wind-Thunder Scroll] from his pocket and flapped it at the flames!
Lightning-laced wind collided with the firestorm, toppling nearby trees. At the same time, a pair of arms burst from the ground beneath Baili Pangpang, grabbing his ankles in a death grip.
He frowned, about to act, when a lithe figure appeared before him.
With a flick of the Water Envoy’s finger, fine droplets condensed from the air into two thin water blades that slashed toward his throat.
Baili Pangpang’s pupils contracted; he twisted aside. The blades whisked past the tip of his nose. A dazzling golden light burst from his chest, forming a flying sword that swept toward the Water Envoy’s waist.
She leapt back to avoid the strike. The Earth Envoy, hidden underground, ghosted into view, hands forming seals. The ground quaked, and stone spears erupted upward.
“Up!”
Baili Pangpang recalled the golden sword, stepped onto it, and shot skyward, evading every spear.
He knew better than anyone how strong the four envoys were together—and they knew every forbidden artifact he possessed. They must have prepared counters. Fighting them here meant certain death.
Just as he reached mid-air, the three on replica [Yaoguang] surrounded him.
“Where are you off to, Little Young Master?”
The man sneered, drawing a silver rod from his back; the other two did likewise. Riding the fake [Yaoguang], they chased Baili Pangpang. Crackling arcs of electricity linked the rods into a triangular lightning net.
“Replicas of the Thunder God Pillars? They can even make these now?” Recognizing the silver columns reminiscent of the [Medium] squad’s giant pillars, Baili Pangpang’s face darkened.
“Little Young Master, you’ve been away too long. You have no idea… how powerful the Baili family has become!”
The woman hurled her silver rod. The three rods tore through the air, trailing lightning. Baili Pangpang dodged two by instinct, but the linked arcs struck him.
He grunted, muscles paralyzed, and plummeted.
“Damn it…” Falling, he glanced back at the four envoys chasing him, unwillingness burning in his eyes.
Just then, within the forest below his falling path—
A man wearing a white-fox mask let out a soft “Hm?” and looked skyward, a strange expression forming beneath the mask…