Legendary Armament Canon

"In a few days, I'll give you one thousand sets of Dark Cloud Armor. You can prepare in advance.

"How about a name for the new army? For example, the Hundred Wars Armored Army?"

Mi Ziwen: "…"

…

As the deputy master of the Huaxia Pavilion, Shi Songtao brought Mi Ziwen and the injured soldiers of Great Xia to rest and reorganize.

Yang Hong arrived in front of Zhou Shu.

He hadn't come of his own accord. Zhou Shu had called him over.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?" Yang Hong said.

For some reason, since entering the camp, his eyelids had been twitching.

He thought about it but couldn't figure out why.

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It didn't make sense that the king would harm him.

In the end, he could only think that it could be attributed to the king's trouble-making constitution…

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"Divine Constable Yang, are you getting used to this Mo Mei Sword?" Zhou Shu smiled.

"It's pretty good," Yang Hong said. "Your Highness, I'll definitely pay up as soon as possible!"

Back when he had obtained the Mo Mei Sword from Zhou Shu, he had paid in installments.

"With our friendship, talking about money is too formal." Zhou Shu chuckled.

Yang Hong's eyelids twitched. He felt increasingly uneasy.

"Your Highness, just tell me what you need. As long as I can do it, I won't refuse."

Yang Hong recalled his previous interactions with Zhou Shu. It seemed that he would always suffer in the end…

No, that wasn't right. The last time he went to Great Qin, he didn't seem to have suffered any losses. Instead, he had obtained the Mo Mei Sword out of thin air!

Under ordinary circumstances, he couldn't afford a divine weapon like the Mo Mei Sword.

Is it not over?

Yang Hong had a natural intuition for danger. He relied on this talent to survive on the battlefield with his cultivation at the ninth rank of the Martial Dao.

"I don't see any wounds on you," Zhou Shu said. "I have a mission for you.

"Use the Mo Mei Sword to kill a thousand demonic beasts."

Plop—

Yang Hong sat on the ground.

Kill a thousand demonic beasts?

He, Yang Hong, was only a ninth-rank martial artist.

None of the demonic beasts in the Demon Realm were unranked.

In other words, there were not many demonic beasts weaker than him on the entire battlefield.

How could he have the ability to kill a thousand demonic beasts?

"If you want to kill me, Your Highness, just do it." Yang Hong wanted to cry.

He couldn't remember offending the king.

"What are you talking about? Why would I want to kill you?" Zhou Shu said. "Divine Constable Yang, we have known each other for a while. Am I such a person?"

"Your Highness, it's not like you don't know my cultivation level. How can I kill a thousand demonic beasts?" Yang Hong smiled bitterly. "Not to mention a thousand, even one is difficult."

"The Mo Mei Sword isn't that weak," Zhou Shu said.

Yang Hong smiled even more bitterly.

The Mo Mei Sword isn't that weak. It's ranked in the top ten of the Yellow-grade Armament Manual. How could it be weak?

But I am weak.

Yang Hong seemed to understand something vaguely.

He gripped the Mo Mei Sword tightly.

"I—"

Yang Hong couldn't bear to return the Mo Mei Sword!

But how could he kill a thousand demonic beasts?!

He suddenly remembered that the top ten of the Yellow-grade Armament Manual were all weapons forged by the king.

However, the owners of those weapons were all reputable people. Only Yang Hong was ordinary and had low cultivation…

He was indeed not worthy of the Mo Mei Sword.

But he was unwilling.

"You don't think I want to take back the Mo Mei Sword, do you?" Zhou Shu saw Yang Hong's conflicted expression and smiled.

To be honest, it did cross his mind.

Yang Hong opened his mouth and felt bitterness in it.

"Still, I don't think it's your fault.

"At your age, it's already not bad for you to have a ninth-rank cultivation base. It's not your fault that you killed fewer enemies. After all, you still killed demonic beasts.

"So, I think you're actually still entitled to the Mo Mei Sword."

Yang Hong was puzzled by Zhou Shu's words.

What does His Highness mean?

Is he taking back the Mo Mei Sword or not?

Hope rose in Yang Hong's heart again.

If possible, he couldn't bear to part with the Mo Mei Sword.

"Divine Constable Yang, we've been friends for a long time," Zhou Shu continued. "I'll be frank. With your cultivation, it's almost impossible for you to make a contribution in the current Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament.

"However, since you're here to participate in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament, you definitely don't want to return empty-handed. If you have a chance to contribute, I naturally have to help you."

"But Your Highness, I can't kill a thousand demonic beasts. I don't have that ability!" Yang Hong smiled bitterly. If I had that ability, I would have made a great contribution long ago.

"You don't, but I do," Zhou Shu said calmly.

"I have a secret technique that can increase your cultivation by several times.

"This way, you will have the ability to kill demonic beasts.

"You're a divine constable of the Divine Constable Bureau. You have the experience of assassinating and hiding. I don't need to say anything else. The mission I'm giving you is to think of a way to kill a thousand demonic beasts!"

If Zhou Shu held the Mo Mei Sword and killed demonic beasts, it would naturally be more efficient.

But he didn't have the time.

He had workers, so why would he have to do it himself?

Moreover, it would be too degrading to take back the weapons he had given.

So what if Yang Hong's cultivation was too low?

Shi Songtao didn't even know the Iron Smelting Hands Technique.

With his divine ability Unparalleled Benevolence, Zhou Shu could share any cultivation technique with others.

This way, it could completely solve the problem of Yang Hong's insufficient cultivation.

"Of course, if you're not willing to take the risk, then I won't force you—" Zhou Shu said.

"I'm willing!" Yang Hong said loudly before Zhou Shu could finish speaking. "Your Highness, I'm willing to risk it!"

Yang Hong gritted his teeth.

"Since Your Highness is willing to support an old friend like me, if I refuse, I would have failed to appreciate your kindness…"

Zhou Shu shook his head. "Divine Constable Yang, you don't need to feel any pressure. I don't mean anything by this.

"It's just that, in my opinion, the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament has become very dangerous, and it will become more and more dangerous in the future. If you want to make a contribution, now is the best opportunity…"

"Your Highness, I understand," Yang Hong said. "I don't mean to be spiteful. I'm really willing to take a gamble.

"If I can kill a thousand demonic beasts, I'll definitely get a title when I return. I would then have done my ancestors proud. I came to participate in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament to contribute.

"I wasn't strong enough before, so I didn't dare to think too much. Now that you've given me a chance, if I don't seize it, I'll really be stupid."

Zhou Shu smiled. This was for the best.

He extended his finger and placed it between Yang Hong's eyebrows.

Yang Hong didn't dodge and allowed Zhou Shu's finger to land between his eyebrows.

Then he felt a force explode in his body. For a moment, he felt that he had become unprecedentedly powerful.

"From now on, you will have this power for ten days," Zhou Shu said. "But after ten days, this power will disappear. So after ten days, regardless of whether you have achieved your goal or not, you have to return to the camp immediately!"

Yang Hong felt the power erupting in his body and said confidently, "Understood."

It wasn't until he walked out of the camp that Yang Hong came back to his senses.

What just happened?

Why was I so excited by His Highness's words?

He was too careless. He clearly knew that he had to be careful when he encountered the king, but he still took the bait.

However, he did seem to have become a little stronger now. It shouldn't be a problem for him to secretly hunt some demonic beasts.

The divine constables of the Divine Constable Bureau might not be good at fighting head-on, but they were very good at sneak attacks and assassinations!

Bastards of the Demon Realm, I'll show you that I, Divine Constable Yang, am not to be trifled with!