Chapter 153: This Is Heaven's Will, Don't Blame Me

"Oh no, that Frost Force Bear is here to snatch the Fire Dragon Fish, isn't it!?"

The veteran Seventh-Ranks on-site jolted in realization and instinctively looked toward Yang Ling.

Yang Ling fixed his gaze forward and said solemnly:

"Everyone, the Rong Tribe spies are here. For now, pretend you don't know."

He Yang and the other veteran Seventh-Ranks were startled, exchanging subtle glances without changing their expressions.

Behind the Frost Force Bear, over thirty Seventh-Ranks were chasing it.

Those guys all had hand crossbows too, and a few of them were also using flying daggers!

The leader seemed to spot Yang Ling and the others. His expression shifted slightly before he immediately signaled his men to slow down.

The Frost Force Bear wailed and howled as it crossed the snow valley, as if cursing under its breath, leaving a trail of bloodstains behind.

The temperature around them dropped a few more degrees, and the snowfall unknowingly grew heavier.

"Everyone, we got here first."

Yang Ling suddenly spoke up.

The leader sized up Yang Ling carefully, glanced at He Yang and the others, then forced a smile and clasped his fists without changing his expression:

"The Snowy Ice Plain is unclaimed land. If we're talking about a true owner, only the Water Qilin deserves that title.

There's no such thing as first-come-first-served here. Those things on the ground are Fire Dragon Fish, right? Per the martial world's code, we split what we find half and half. We'll take half and leave."

With that, he led his group of over thirty Seventh-Ranks as they strode over quickly.

He Yang and the others grew increasingly tense inside, though they didn't let much emotion show on their faces.

The other side had over thirty men, and judging by appearances, they were all around the Seventh-Rank.

Even if they were only lower Seventh-Rank, it was still enough to crush them outright.

Seeing that He Yang and the others only frowned without showing any other unusual signs, the leader immediately concluded that their identities had not been exposed.

He suppressed the excitement surging within him. As long as they got close enough, they could complete the mission assigned by their Heavenly Wolf Guard Commander!

Yang Ling was also waiting.

He had tested it before—the Heaven's Will Divine Blade was most devastating within a thirty-meter range.

This probably had something to do with his Strength attribute.

He simply didn't have enough Strength, so when he threw the flying daggers, their power naturally weakened somewhat.

If he had enough Strength, combined with the momentum from his Agility, the killing range of his flying daggers could increase by seven or eight times, maybe even ten times in the future.

Soon, the distance between both sides shrank to just over sixty meters.

But the other party suddenly stopped in their tracks, smiling at Yang Ling:

"You look quite familiar. Are you Chief Constable Yang Ling from the Ironclad Department?"

Yang Ling furrowed his brow. "Since you know it's me, you still want to steal our Fire Dragon Fish? Get lost."

The man laughed heartily. "Oh, it's Chief Constable Yang! In that case, we'll only take thirty percent of the Fire Dragon Fish."

With that, he continued leading his men closer to Yang Ling's side.

From how he responded, Yang Ling confirmed that this man had no idea who he really was.

Finally, the distance between him and Yang Ling was reduced to just thirty meters.

A biting flying dagger tore through the air with a bone-chilling aura.

It sank straight into this man's forehead, freezing him into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

"Seniors, capturing them alive will earn you a major merit!"

Yang Ling declared as he drew his blade and charged straight at the remaining Rong Tribe spies.

In that instant, his Agility had skyrocketed to nearly 200 points!

As he charged, he hurled several more flying daggers.

Every single dagger effortlessly killed a Rong Tribe spy.

Throughout this process, even though these Rong Tribe spies were Seventh-Rank martial artists, they looked no different from ordinary people in front of Yang Ling—completely powerless to fight back.

All they could do was fire back furiously with their hand crossbows and flying daggers at Yang Ling.

But their speed, in Yang Ling's eyes, was as slow as a snail!

By this time, He Yang and the others had snapped out of their shock. Though their hearts were pounding, they still chose to trust this exceptional prodigy from the Ironclad Department.

According to the intelligence they had received, this Chief Constable Yang had achieved a grand slam in the competition against the young Seventh-Ranks from the four first-rate sects!

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the battle had already ended.

He Yang and the others were astonished to find that they had suffered zero casualties on their side.

They only had a dozen men, while the enemy had more than twice their numbers.

Yet the battle was completely one-sided.

Most of the bodies on the ground were frozen solid.

They either had dagger wounds on them or had a flying dagger pinned into their bodies.

"It's because of Chief Constable Yang!"

He Yang and the others all turned to look at Yang Ling, shock sinking deep into their hearts.

This battle, so imbalanced in numbers, had ended in an easy victory—all because this Chief Constable Yang was just too powerful!

Yang Ling deliberately kept three people alive.

He walked over to them and said calmly:

"Where are the other spies?"

"What spies!? Yang Ling, you treacherous bastard! We are all Zhao State martial artists! We just wanted a bit of Fire Dragon Fish—was that worth killing us for!?"

"And all of you! You're all accomplices!"

One of them roared in grief and fury.

He Yang and the others' expressions shifted, their hearts growing more uneasy.

"Stop pretending. Nangong Yue and his men have been completely wiped out. Your Heavenly Wolf Guard Commander's perfect plan has already fallen apart."

Yang Ling said calmly. "You three seem to be elites of the Heavenly Wolf Guard, been lurking in Zhao State for years, haven't you?

If you honestly confess, I'll grant you a quick death.

Otherwise, once you're taken to the Ironclad Department, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

The moment Yang Ling mentioned Nangong Yue, despair immediately spread across the three men's faces.

The one who had been denying everything earlier grew calm. He looked at his two colleagues beside him:

"Brothers, remember the oath we took when we joined the Heavenly Wolf Guard—we would rather die than betray our comrades!"

With that, he bit down hard on his back teeth, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out before he collapsed to the ground without a sound.

"They really are spies!"

Seeing this, He Yang and the others felt the last shred of doubt in their hearts vanish completely.

Yang Ling frowned. His perception was extremely sharp. The one who had killed himself had stopped breathing—

But his heart was beating violently.

He pulled out four flying daggers and hurled them at the man.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Both the man's hands and feet were pierced through by the daggers.

An overwhelming chill surged instantly, spreading from his wounds through his entire body.

He Yang and the others exchanged glances, a newfound awe for the Ironclad Department rising in their hearts.

Why would he stab the body after the guy was already dead...?

"Yang Ling, you animal!"

The "corpse" that He Yang and the others thought was dead suddenly erupted in rage, opening his eyes and cursing loudly.

"This is Heaven's will. Don't blame me."

Yang Ling said flatly. "If you don't talk, your colleagues will. You died for nothing—because I was planning to let them leave alive."

Upon hearing this, the man died with his eyes wide open in eternal grievance!

The two remaining Rong Tribe spies exchanged glances, and one of them asked with hope:

"Will you really let us go?"

"No. I was lying to him. I wanted him to die bitter and unfulfilled."

Yang Ling said as he casually retrieved his flying daggers.

"You are Rong Tribe spies. Since you've been exposed, you're definitely going to die."

Yang Ling continued. "How about this: I'll give you a quick death. All you have to do is point me in the right direction."

The two Rong Tribe spies' faces turned ashen, despair flickering in their eyes.

The next moment, they both struck out simultaneously, trying to assassinate Yang Ling.

Seeing this, Yang Ling kicked each of them once in the forehead, killing them on the spot.

A surge of cool energy flowed into his body.

Although he didn't level up, the Experience Points this time were still pretty decent.

"Everyone, help me search their bodies for anything useful. I need to take it back as evidence."

Yang Ling said.

He Yang immediately called over a few veteran Seventh-Ranks to search the bodies together.

Before long, a pile of odds and ends lay in front of Yang Ling.