Godslayer, King's Face Card Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 183 No Peace

"You guys eat first, I have to go now!"

As soon as Wu Tongxuan finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead. His entire body instantly turned into a blood mist. Clearly, he did this to quickly return his soul, directly destroying the Blood God Child who had come to him.

"Looks like our peaceful days are over! Let's go!"

An Qingyu reluctantly stood up, but looked at Jiang Er with worry in his eyes. Just before he was about to say something to Jiang Er, Wang Mian's expression changed, and he spoke first before An Qingyu.

“An Qingyu, Jiang Er, you two cannot leave here.”

Leave Jianjia Pass to Lao Wu. There are people outside setting up a trap to lure us out and then capture you and Jiang Er. I'm from the future, believe me, the best course of action for both of you is to stay.

I will come and let you know when you are ready to leave.

After Wang finished speaking, he turned to look at Ling Yunxiao.

"Yunxiao, let's go! We still need someone to clear out that ambush on the way."

"Ok!"

Ling Yunxiao accepted with a smile. He was indeed somewhat resentful about not being able to continue his vacation, but he would absolutely not refuse his captain's invitation. He was genuinely curious who would dare to plot rebellion in the Great Xia at this time.

The two waved to the lake, knowing that once they left, they couldn't pretend nothing had happened and come back.

After leaving the blessed land again, Ling Yunxiao discovered that Garuda King was gone.

"Where did that guy go?"

"I'm afraid they were sent away under some pretext. Otherwise, the probability of us being intercepted in the air and having an uncontrollable outcome would be too high, and the people lying in ambush would probably have a hard time doing their job."

"It seems that this person's abilities are quite limited; at the very least, it's not a chaotic plan."

Ling Yunxiao smiled nonchalantly. Not long after the two left the blessed land, a truck came towards them.

"Dr. Ling, I'm Lu Sheng's driver. I've seen you before. Are you walking to headquarters? Can I lend you my car?"

A man who looked somewhat familiar to Ling Yunxiao got off the truck. Ling Yunxiao smiled and nodded at him, then he and Wang Mian got into the truck without any suspicion. Such an obvious trick was more likely just a coincidence.

After waving goodbye to Ling Yunxiao, the truck driver walked happily toward the blessed land, showing no signs of anything amiss.

Ling Yunxiao and Wang Mian, however, only realized what was happening after they were seated in the car.

“Under normal circumstances, we should be going to the border to provide support, but the normal situation now is that Shub Nicholas has just been eliminated by us. At most, there are only a few small fry at the border, along with a group of polluted sea monsters.”

We absolutely trust Lao Wu's abilities; we don't necessarily need to go to Jianjia Pass. So, where should we go now?

Ling Yunxiao gripped the steering wheel, staring blankly at Wang Mian. Before Wang Mian could say anything, he continued speaking.

“You’re the captain, so this is definitely your decision. I just don’t understand why we don’t need to go to Lao Wu’s side, or even to Yang Jian, Nezha, and Leng Xuan’s side! Leng Xuan just received a gift from the Southern Ghost Emperor, and most sea beasts are no match for the two of them.”

"Let's go to White Horse Pass, which is guarded by the Masked Squad!"

Wang Mian didn't think for long before giving his answer: at this point, the only team that would struggle against the sea monsters would be Mask.

"Great idea! As expected of the captain!"

Ling Yunxiao grinned, stepped on the gas, and sped the car away.

"Yunxiao, do you have a driver's license?"

"Of course! I took a two-month summer driving course during college before I got my driver's license!"

"I'll drive!"

As Wang Mian watched the car speed approach 150 km/h, he began to suspect that the danger was coming from within. There was no assassination attempt or ambush; it was simply that Ling Yunxiao had fallen ill and had become disillusioned with life and death.

Wang Mian even paused time, pushed Ling Yunxiao from the driver's seat to the passenger seat, sat down himself, and took the steering wheel. Sure enough, that chilling premonition disappeared by more than half.

Ling Yunxiao blinked innocently, sat in the passenger seat, and watched the ever-flowing traffic, then began his usual uncivilized cursing.

As night fell, the car had already refueled twice at the gas station, and the journey remained calm and uneventful.

"Captain, do you think the people lying in ambush might have miscalculated the route, or maybe they don't even care about the two of us?"

Ling Yunxiao sat in the passenger seat, idly talking, "But now that the [Nightfall] team has Baili Pangpang and is at the same border as Ye Fan, there's no need for them to go for the rescue."

"If you're really bored, take a nap. We'll be at Baima Pass in two hours. It'll be windy there, so you probably won't have a chance to get a proper sleep while you're on the city wall."

Wang said nonchalantly, how could what he saw after traveling through the river of time be wrong?

"I'm not sleepy. How about I sing you a song?"

Ling Yunxiao fiddled with the truck's radio for a bit, and after discovering there were no music channels, he glanced at Wang Mian and a handsome smile slowly curved his lips.

"You sing..."

Wang Mian remained focused on driving, his voice as gentle and calm as ever.

"Plucked flowers towards Jiangnan"

To the spring breeze and red wax

......"

"boom……"

A surface-to-air missile hurtled straight toward the truck, its crimson tail streaking across the sky like a falling meteor.

Wang Mian raised his eyes, and time seemed to freeze in the air. The missile, still in the air and not yet falling, was cut in two by [Yi Yuan], turning into a dazzling firework.

"Surely a being capable of hunting Anqing fish wouldn't be so naive?"

As Ling Yunxiao spoke, he jumped off the car and stood beside Wang Mian. He held the Ghost Mask Shield in one hand to block Wang Mian, and held the Xingtian Axe in the other, looking up at the sky.

Three masked men in black landed amidst the fireworks. When they saw that only Ling Yunxiao and Wang Mian were on the ground, a hint of surprise flashed in their blood-red eyes.

Then, the three agile men in black, exuding a mysterious aura, exchanged a glance and without hesitation drew their gleaming, dark swords from behind their backs. These three swords seemed to blend seamlessly with the night, radiating a chilling killing intent.

Just then, Wang Mian's eyes sharpened, and he charged forward like lightning, wielding the [Yi Yuan] Blade. On the other side, Ling Yunxiao also gripped his imposing Xing Tian Axe tightly, following closely behind to meet the attack.

In an instant, swords clashed and sparks flew. The two sides exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, engaging in a breathtaking and fierce battle. For a time, the deafening clang of weapons clashing filled the air.