Urban All-Round Master

Anyway, most of the forces in Huaxia now don’t dare to touch the Holy Hall, so Lin Zifeng gathered the Blazing Angel, cooperated with the Ability Group, and, plus a few tough guys under Beiming Yu, the three forces formed another small but extremely lethal organization.

This small organization is currently only a temporary formation, codename: Sky Net, used to hunt down those enemies who once harmed the Holy Hall. Although most of them are already dead, people like the Taihuang Demon and Mo Xiangxi are still alive, and Lin Zifeng absolutely can’t rest easy.

The Sky Net organization, also known as Sky Net, was personally formed by Lin Zifeng. As long as they’re enemies of the Holy Hall, Sky Net will track them all down and execute them one by one!

On the eighth day... the trail of Eastern King Mo Xiangxi was discovered on the Hulunbuir Grasslands in Inner Mongolia, and this man’s nature is vicious and sinister.

Back when they besieged the Holy Hall, he also took part. If the Western Pope hadn’t made a move at the critical moment, quite a few disciples of the Holy Hall would have died by his hand.

Later, word spread that he had been seriously injured by the Pope and fled to the Hulunbuir Grasslands in Inner Mongolia. That very day, Lin Zifeng took Big Handsome Guy, Jia Zhenjing and the others, boarded a helicopter from the outskirts of Zhonghai City, and rushed straight to the Hulunbuir Grasslands.

Under the shroud of Sky Net, even an Eastern King still gets executed all the same!

At one-thirty in the middle of the night, eight Falcon helicopters flew from Zhonghai into the depths of the grasslands. The Sky Net members were all brimming with energy like Barbaric Bulls, full of vigor. Hunting down an Eastern King this time excited the members beyond belief, but the terrifying consequences also kept everyone’s nerves taut.

"Lin-ge, according to the intel we gathered, Mo Xiangxi should be somewhere on this grassland, but we don’t know his exact location." After getting off the helicopter, Black Hawk held a tablet showing the data sent over by Zhang Mengjie.

"Any other way to find him?" Lin Feng frowned, exhaling a long stream of white breath into the pitch-black night. The grassland’s temperature wasn’t like Zhonghai. It was autumn now, and especially in this kind of northern weather, mornings and evenings on the grasslands were particularly cold.

"Yes! But I’m not sure how reliable it is." Black Hawk nodded and swiped a few times lightly on the tablet. He said, "Recently there’s been a big trade fair on the grasslands, said to be organized by some local Cultivators. Besides weapons, they’re also trading some Holy Medicine. When Mo Xiangxi fled, he was wounded by the Western Pope. If our guess is right, Mo Xiangxi should show up at the trade fair."

"Trade fair?" Lin Feng furrowed his brows twice. Whether this seemingly unreliable trade fair could really lure Mo Xiangxi over was another matter altogether.

Although there were rumors that Mo Xiangxi had been wounded by the Western Pope, only a very limited number of people knew the real inside story. Now that Sky Net had just been formed, there still seemed to be some gaps in the information and intel they had on the Eastern King.

"Alright, then we’ll wait for the trade fair to start and search for Mo Xiangxi’s trail on the grasslands at the same time!"

This time Lin Zifeng had made up his mind to kill this man. Last time, this man joined forces with many Eastern Kings to oppose the Holy Hall. If the Pope hadn’t arrived personally at the critical moment, the damage done to the Holy Hall might have been unimaginable.

"Understood!" Black Hawk nodded, his expression becoming extremely serious. Lin Zifeng entrusting this matter to him showed how much he trusted him, so in Black Hawk’s heart, he would do his utmost in anything Lin Zifeng assigned him.

In the night, the group moved like tigers and Wolves, quickly disappearing into the pitch-black darkness...

The next Qing Chen, under Lin Zifeng’s orders, two groups of men were dispatched, sweeping across the grasslands as they searched. As long as there was any news of Mo Xiangxi, they would go all out to execute him.

All the way into the third day, there was still not the slightest clue about Mo Xiangxi. Just as everyone was feeling disappointed, before the trade fair had even begun, news about Mo Xiangxi came in.

According to the intel, Mo Xiangxi had already arrived at a certain small town in Hulunbuir. As soon as the message was sent out, Lin Zifeng and the others rushed to that small town to carry out the hunt for Mo Xiangxi.

XX Town was located at the southernmost edge of Hulunbuir. The grasslands there were dense, and the nomads still maintained an old-fashioned lifestyle.

Every year, three trade conferences were held, each one organized by some local Martial Artists. All kinds of weapons, Elixirs, and Elemental Power Seeds would appear at the trade conferences.

Some Martial Artists might have more weapons on hand, so they came to trade for things like Elemental Power Seeds. According to the intel, Mo Xiangxi had been injured by the Pope, so there was a high chance he would show up at the trade conference.

By the time Lin Zifeng arrived, the conference hadn’t started yet, but the small town was already crowded with many Eastern Martial Artists, and there were also some foreign experts gathered here. The town’s trade fair was very famous locally. Most people had come here drawn by its reputation, hoping to gain something.

This trade fair, put bluntly, was just a bunch of people coming to dig for gold and pick up bargains, pretty much like the stone-gambling scene in Hong Kong and Macau.

After stepping into the small town, Lin Zifeng and the others clearly felt that the energy fluctuations here were stronger, which meant there must be some Sub-Saint Realm experts hiding here. The town’s marketplace looked very much like a small rural fair. On both sides of the road, locals had all kinds of wares laid out, like a vegetable market, with people hawking and haggling over anything and everything.

"Lin-ge, why do I feel like these people aren’t exactly friendly about our arrival?" Huo Zhengfeng slowly moved closer to Lin Zifeng’s side. He clearly sensed something off.

"Don’t talk, just act like you haven’t seen anything." Lin Zifeng nodded slightly, walking through the marketplace with a blank face. Although he didn’t know what customs the residents of this town had, at the very least, that Mo Xiangxi should be quite famous locally—an Eastern King, a King in his own territory.

The Inner Mongolia grasslands were his domain; here, anything could end up being restricted.

Fortunately, these people were only curious about Lin Zifeng and his group and didn’t truly resist them. Otherwise, if they started a fight here, they would definitely suffer a huge loss.

Hmm!?

Suddenly, Lin Zifeng’s steps halted. His sword-like brows lifted, and a flash of killing intent shot through his eyes.

"Heads up, Mo Xiangxi is very likely right here in this marketplace!"

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The Magic Bracelet in his arms gently throbbed, as if hinting something to him. Now that the Magic Bracelet had a connection with his will, as long as he had some thought, the Magic Bracelet seemed able to sense something.

So, as long as Mo Xiangxi was nearby, he would be able to sense it.

"Follow me!" Lin Zifeng seemed to have discovered something. He took the lead, quickly striding toward the direction of the target he had locked onto.

"Heh heh, Old Mo, this time just you wait for Granddaddy Mastiff to peel your skin and play with it." Big Handsome Guy followed behind Lin Zifeng, grinning, muttering in a voice only he could hear.

A group of people running through the marketplace drew quite a bit of attention, but fortunately these people didn’t provoke Lin Zifeng and the others. Otherwise, it would have turned into another blood-soaked battle.