Chapter 2277

“It’s really him…” Now Wei Chen also seemed to recognize the newcomer, instinctively tightening the grip on his short staff.

“Chief Wei, who is he?”

Qu Muzhi stared at the visitor, sensing the terrifying pressure emanating from the man, but despite his current perception, he couldn’t discern just how strong the opponent was.

At present, there were close to ten Netherworld Envoys on site, including Chief Wei, Life-taking Yama Pei Yan, and the Little House Lord from Bone Painting Tower, all top-level experts.

But as soon as this elder appeared, he intimidated the entire audience. Originally, the Little House Lord, who was supposed to enter the city for support, dared not make any movements. After a brief hesitation, he flashed back to his camp and stood beside Pei Yan.

Two Netherworld Puppets stood in front like the most competent bodyguards, clearly forming a lineup to share the pressure along with Pei Yan.

It wasn’t very dignified, but it was evident that the Little House Lord was under a lot of pressure at the moment.

One person’s appearance intimidated the three factions’ experts present, such a terrifying dominance made even the normally imperceptive Qu Muzhi feel a shock.

But even more shocking to him was Chief Wei’s next words.

“He is Mo Shasheng, acknowledged as the number one swordsman in the Northwest. At his peak, he was one of the few who could compete with the legendary Sword Lord, the former Deputy Headquarters Director.”

“Years ago, Black Buddha Mother’s headquarters in the Southeast Branch Sect was discovered by the eyes of several families, sparking a massive conflict across several southeastern provinces.”

“Rumor has it that the demon, Helmsman True Person Little Holy Spirit White Buddha from the Southeast sub-temple, was first gravely injured by him before being besieged by numerous experts, leading to his downfall.”

“His surname isn’t Mo; his original surname is Qi, and he’s the ancestor of the Northwestern Qi Family.”

“He was erratic and unpredictable back then, plagued by a Heart Demon, taking lives on a whim, thus offending our Patrol Defense Office. He ranks on our wanted list second only to the three demons under Black Buddha Mother.”

“To avoid implicating the family, he changed his name and left home, adopting Mo Shasheng to remind himself not to be disturbed by the Heart Demon and commit further atrocities.”

“After battling with Little Holy Spirit White Buddha, rumors said he suffered severe injury from the opponent. Hence, he’s been inactive in the martial world, and the General Bureau even thought his old wounds resulted in his death.”

Wei Chen didn’t finish his sentence, but it was evident he hadn’t expected this encounter here and now.

Wei Chen’s tone remained calm, but within Qu Muzhi’s heart, waves of shock were rising. He didn’t know how strong Mo Shasheng was but was well aware of the notoriety of the Sword Lord and Little Holy Spirit White Buddha, both legendary figures. Comparing them, the Northwest Sword Leader’s prestige seemed terrifying.

“When will Chief Commissioner Gu arrive?” Wei Chen lowered his voice, speaking so only the two could hear.

“He’s already on his way. He’ll be here in at most half an hour,” Qu Muzhi steadied his mind and replied.

“Half an hour…” Wei Chen took a deep breath, furrowing his brow tightly. “I’m afraid it’ll be too late.”

After recognizing the visitor, some were happy, others worried. Mr. Bai, upon realizing the opponent seemed without hostility, immediately spoke loudly: “So it’s the Northwest Sword Leader, Senior Mo. I am Bai Wuchang from Bone Painting Tower. Your name is like thunder in my ears; I’ve admired you for a long time. What a fortunate opportunity to witness your presence today—I’m deeply satisfied.”

“Senior Mo, allow me to introduce someone to you. This beside me is President Yan, Life-taking Yama. The one blocking the way in front of you is none other than Wei Chen, the famous Chief Wei from the Patrol General Bureau.”

Upon hearing this, Wei Chen couldn’t help but pause; this Bai Wuchang was indeed cunning. He knew Mo Shasheng was usually at odds with the Patrol Defense Office, so today, he planned to instigate a backstab.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shasheng didn’t even glance at Wei Chen and the others nearby but slowly raised his distinct-jointed left hand, extending his index finger and pointing to the road behind Bai Wuchang:

“Return.”

His voice was hoarse and rough, imbued with the abrasive texture honed by northwestern winds, carrying an undeniable authority.

Bai Wuchang was slightly taken aback and instinctively looked behind him, asking after a few seconds: “I don’t understand what you mean, senior.”

“What’s there not to understand? The senior is telling you to return to where you came from.” By now, Wei Chen understood that Mo Shasheng was on their side; it seemed he was right. Sheng Yanlin had indeed called in a formidable reinforcement.

Only now did he realize why Sheng Yanlin had been acting so nonchalantly; it turned out he had brought this Killing God here.

With him here, any attempts to counteract, even with the Big House Master Black Impermanence, would be futile.

This Sheng Yanlin is indeed remarkable. Though not top-notch in strength, his connections are genuinely frightening. He has gained fame in the martial world, adept in dealing with both the righteous and the wicked, and has secretly befriended countless martial experts, including wanted figures like the Northwest Sword Leader Mo Shasheng.

Seeing the situation not go as he wished, Pei Yan had no choice but to step forward, first cupping his hands, then politely saying:

“Mo Shasheng, I am Pei Yan from the United Federation. Today, Mr. Bai and I have urgent matters to enter the city, hoping you would grant us favor. In the future, my United Federation…”

“Swoosh”

In the blink of an eye, before Qu Muzhi could react, suddenly a half-meter wide trench appeared beneath the feet of Pei Yan and Bai Wuchang.

These two, reputable masters, did not disappoint—reacting quicker than ordinary folk, retreating instantly ten meters.