# 527
Chapter 527 – To Slay a God
“A person?”
Through the flickering firelight, Chen Han could faintly make out the face of the black-shirted figure—it was a young man.
In this city, apart from himself and Lu Yu, someone else was still awake?
When the Wind God appeared, the gale that swept the entire town had struck everyone’s soul. If he and Lu Yu hadn’t already possessed mental power, they would be unconscious like the rest of the residents.
Yet here stood another conscious man?
Was he also a Forbidden Ruins user?
“Cough, cough…”
The figure with the sword-case on his back lowered his head and coughed twice, then turned his gaze to Chen Han and Lu Yu.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came.
“Who are you?”
Chen Han finally asked.
“My name is Zhou Ping,” the man replied. “I’m here to help.”
“Are you Night Watch too?”
“No.”
Chen Han frowned, studying the young man carefully.
The answer “no,” rather than “what’s Night Watch,” meant the stranger knew of the organization. Since he offered help, he probably wasn’t one of the vicious supernaturals like the Church of the Ancient Gods.
Within Great Xia, besides Night Watch, there were unaffiliated Forbidden Ruins users. This man must be one of them. Chen Han hadn’t expected such a remote place as Anta County to have one stationed—though perhaps he’d simply been passing through when the Wind God stirred things up.
Chen Han nodded and raised his Straight Blade. “I’m Chen Han, captain of Night Watch Team 332 stationed in Anta County. Whatever brought you here, the situation’s clear: lives are at stake. We need to work together.”
Zhou Ping gave a soft grunt of agreement.
“If you’re up to it, help us carry the unconscious people off the streets. The temperature’s dropping; if they stay out there they’ll freeze.”
Zhou Ping’s eyes swept across the underground garage.
“All right,” he answered calmly. “When I come back, I’ll help you move them.”
Chen Han blinked. “When you come back? Where are you going?”
Zhou Ping lifted his head, gaze fixed on the faint cyan figure hovering in the dark night sky.
His palm tapped the sword-case on his back.
A clear sword-cry echoed beneath the heavens.
“To slay a god—then bring you all home.”
…
Great Xia.
A private jet sliced across the sky.
Inside the cabin, Baili Pangpang lay sprawled in a chair, listlessly watching the drifting clouds and yawning.
Bang—
A soft thud came from the seat behind him; a powerful aura burst out, shaking the entire aircraft.
The drowsy passengers snapped awake and turned toward the source, surprise in their eyes.
At the rear of the cabin, Cao Yuan—sitting cross-legged—slowly opened his eyes.
The pressure of the “Sea” realm rolled off him.
“Old Cao! You finally broke through?” Baili Pangpang exclaimed.
Cao Yuan exhaled a long breath and glanced at him. “Why so shocked? It was overdue.”
“Feel any different?” Lin Qiye asked.
Cao Yuan hesitated. “I think… my control over the Forbidden Ruins is much stronger. I’ll test drawing the blade—”
“Wait!”
“Stop!”
“Don’t!”
“Cosmic Chaos!!”
Lin Qiye, Shen Qingzhu, and An Qingyu paled; Baili Pangpang instantly opened his Forbidden Ruins and snatched the blade from Cao Yuan’s hand.
Cao Yuan: …
Only when the sword was gone did the others relax.
They were thousands of meters up—if the berserker Cao Yuan lost control and slashed, the plane would be history.
“Fine, fine, I’ll test it after we land,” Cao Yuan said helplessly.
Baili Pangpang tossed the weapon back, sighing. “Now our whole team’s in the ‘Sea’ realm—another condition for full-team status met. What were the rest?”
“First: minimum six members, maximum nine,” Lin Qiye recited.
“Check.”
“Second: the captain—that’s me—must reach the peak of ‘Sea’.”
“Uh…”
Everyone looked at Lin Qiye; he shrugged.
“I only advanced to ‘Sea’ a month ago… does solo-killing a peak ‘Sea’ count?”
“Let’s pretend it does. Next.”
“Third: every member must cross the ‘Sea’ threshold.”
“Check!”
“Fourth: the team must have a record of killing a ‘Boundless’-realm enemy.”
“Hold on, let me tally—Seventh Seat, Third Seat, that ‘Mystery’ in Huaihai City…”
“Fifth: the team must have rendered major service and earned at least one collective ‘Star’ merit.”
“We’ve had that ages ago.”
Baili Pangpang slapped his thigh. “Then we’re set! As long as we beat Shangjing City’s Team 006, we’ll officially become the fifth special team!”
“At last…” Baili Pangpang jumped up excitedly. “Now, what to call ourselves—Heaven-Tyrant? Sky-Equal? Ultra-God?”
He looked like an anxious new father pacing outside a delivery room, racking his brain for a baby name.
“…A bit tacky,” Jiang Er’s voice drifted from the intercom.
“A team’s name must fit its nature—like Spirit Medium, Phoenix, or Mask,” Lin Qiye reminded him. “We’ll decide after we actually make the cut.”
Baili Pangpang shrugged. “Then at least give myself a codename. Special-team members have them—Wang Mian, Whirlpool…”
“What do you want to be called?”
“I—uh, haven’t decided.” He pondered hard.
Jialan’s eyes lit up. “Money-Scatter Fatty!!”
Baili Pangpang: …
Everyone else: (′▽`)ﾉ Thumbs-up!
“Right now, focus,” Lin Qiye said seriously. “The Night Watch team guarding Shangjing City isn’t pushovers. If we can’t clear them, no special-team status.”
Everyone nodded, closed their eyes, and began conserving energy.
Lin Qiye glanced at the clouds outside, then shut his eyes and sank his consciousness into the mental asylum within his mind.