The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 820 - The Strike

A youth in blue clothing stood by the window on the top floor, and a young man in a white robe stood by the railing one floor below.

Their gazes met in the vast building of the military headquarters through a space of several hundred meters.

No wind kicked up, nor could the sound of the sword be heard or the flames be seen. However, a great deal of information was communicated.

If it were a different story and on a different occasion, they would pull back their gazes and turned to leave, and they wouldn’t meet one another until they experienced a great deal of turmoil and hardship. They would recall their first meeting many years later before they plunged into a fervent fray to bring the plot to a climax.

But it would be too troublesome and time-consuming, which Jing Jiu disliked very much.

He disappeared from the window and arrived before Shen Yunmai.

A waft of wind occurred. The hoodie of the blue tracksuits was blown to his back, exposing Jing Jiu’s face.

Shen Yunmai’s fingers had just left Ran Handong’s cheeks, the warm temperature of her face still remaining on them.

Looking at Jing Jiu’s face, Shen Yunmai was at a loss for a brief moment. Soon, he let out a wry smile as he commented, “Is it too early for us to meet?”

Jing Jiu ignored the hidden meaning in this statement and asked directly, “Do you have the authority?”

Earlier in General Li’s office, Jing Jiu requested to have that military personnel of the battleship released; but Colonel Chen claimed that she didn’t have the right of authority. Did this man have the right of authority?

Shen Yunmai replied with a faint smile while looking at him, “Yes, I have.”

The most outstanding lad in the Federation of the Milky Way was indeed good-looking. A casual smile could mesmerize many people.

Jing Jiu asked after glancing at him twice, “Are you an offspring of the ascendants?”

The precise meaning of this question was that he was the offspring of an ascendant of Chaotian and a human of the Federation of the Milky Way.

Shen Yunmai said, “This place is not the fairy world, nor is it the so-called upper world. You should use the title ‘cocoon breakers’.”

Jing Jiu didn’t care about the difference in titles, nor did he intend to regard him as someone from his home planet with half-blood. “The right of authority?” he pressed.

Shen Yunmai figured out the intention of his coming here. “You’re indeed different from them,” he remarked while staring into Jing Jiu’s eyes.

Ran Handong didn’t recover her senses until now. She retreated to a distant spot in silence after shooting Jing Jiu a glance.

Shen Yunmai continued, “It’s impossible to release them. All of those people who have known your secret and ours have to die, and those people on the battleship have already died.”

“No,” said Jing Jiu. “If they had died, you would have died as well.”

This was not a threat but a factual statement, which was stated calmly and eloquently.

“Do you know who I am?”

Shen Yunmai lifted up his handsome eyebrows and suddenly said in a changed tone, “Was it what the antagonists often asked about? It’s really not convincing, and can only be scorned by the listeners; but…I’m really quite powerful.”

Jing Jiu said, “I think I know who you are.”

Shen Yunmai touched his own black hair, which was like a waterfall, with his hand gently, and said indignantly, “Now that you know who I am, why do you still attempt to harm me? Even though you’re different from the other cocoon breakers and feel ridiculous bravery, you shouldn’t attempt to harm me. On the other hand, how can you harm me?”

Before Jing Jiu could respond to him, Shen Yunmai continued after a sigh, “Do you think this kind of life is really boring?”

It is lonely when one has no equal, and loneliness is as cold and pale as snow.

The statement sounded a bit pretentious, but he would feel bored or lonely if he stood on the peak top alone for many years.

“Not too bad,” replied Jing Jiu, after he thought about the two lives he led.

He didn’t feel bored or lonely; it was merely that he disliked the troublesome matters. He was pleased whenever a troublesome matter was avoided.

Shen Yunmai showed a hint of fascination on his face as he said, “The cocoon breakers are all very proud. Believe me, I’ve met them. But none of them is like you…”

He trailed off and thought about how to describe Jing Jiu’s temperament, then he added uncertainly, “Is it a natural quality?”

“They have been defeated before,” said Jing Jiu, “but I haven’t.”

Shen Yunmai remarked sentimentally, “I know it now. The quality shown by you is not natural pride but something that can make others feel unpleasant.”

“Are you done?” asked Jing Jiu.

“I hope what you’ve said is true; otherwise, I’ll end up feeling empty all over again. In order to make your work harder, let’s do this…”

Shen Yunmai went on earnestly while staring at him, “If you lose, Zong Lizi, Jiang Yuxia and the little girl of the Hua family will all die.”

He had squeezed Ran Handong’s face and said a moment earlier that he would rape her if her father died.

He had never intended to rape her; likewise, he had no intention of killing the successor of the female priest of the Stargate.

These were just the antes he put on the gambling table.

Life was a boring game as far as he was concerned.

Yet, Jing Jiu was not enraged by his term.

His expression was as calm as ever. Unnoticeably, Jing Jiu raised his right hand and pointed it forward.

This was a seemingly simple and effortless move when in fact it was very swift and exceedingly formidable.

Many people in the building of the military headquarters watched the commotion, and a great many surveillance systems trained on the two of them, yet none of them could detect his hand movement, and none of the surveillance cameras could catch the movement of his hand.

The slender finger of his was like the sharpest sword, breaking through tens of thousands of molecules in the air and creating countless minuscule air whirlpools.

The glows were still inside of the air whirlpools that hadn’t been able to emerge yet, looking like the threads pulled out of the melted glass when being heated with high temperature.

Shen Yunmai was the only one who had detected the move of Jing Jiu and his finger and was the only one who could do something about it.

The rims of his clothes were about to ruffle; but as the first ripple of his cloth occurred, his right hand had also raised up.

His finger landed on Jing Jiu’s shoulder.

But it was nevertheless a bit too slow.

Jing Jiu’s finger landed on the center of his brows.

Time seemed to have frozen at the moment.

To put it more precisely, time started to proceed normally until this very moment.

This scene was witnessed by onlookers and all the surveillance systems; it was an absolutely still scene.

It looked like the scene in the movies that tried to depict the ancient times in which the musketeers aimed their guns at their opponents at a close range.

The fingers of the two resembled two exceedingly powerful guns.

It seemed that the two of them would pull the triggers at the same time.

Boom!!!

The white robe ruffled this time, like a flag tousling chaotically.

Shen Yunmai flew backward in the air like a stone, making a whistling sound as he did.

The loud crushing sounds occurred one after the other and with great frequency. Many solid walls had been knocked down, bringing up a band of smoke and dust.

Seeing this, the people were too shocked to utter a cry, their faces full of incredulous expression.

A passage as straight as a pen appeared in the building of the military headquarters.

A figure materialized after the smoke and dust abated.

Shen Yunmai displayed a bewildered expression in his eyes, his white robe revealing a few rifts. But he calmed down soon enough.

Looking at the figure in blue in the distance with a slightly tilted head, Shen Yunmai suddenly laughed out; it seemed that he found it a bit stimulating.

As he cocked his head, a blood drop seeped out from the center between his eyebrows.

The blood drop gave a faint golden glow when being shone on by the sunlight.

Jing Jiu glanced at his left shoulder and found there was a tiny gap in his blue tracksuit.

He lifted up his head and looked ahead, thinking it was rather interesting.

After having this thought, Jing Jiu came before Shen Yunmai and reached out his finger again, pointing at the center of his opponent’s eyebrow.