More assassins filed in, entering the office one after another, their faces covered by masks, clearly not there for anything good.
Anderson drew his knight sword, calmly watching the group.
The strength levels in this world could generally be divided into Elementary, Intermediate, Advanced, Transcendent, Demigod, and the Godhood rank that no one had ever reached.
There were further subdivisions, but anyone below Demigod was still mortal flesh and blood. If caught off guard, they could still meet their end here.
Most Judgment Executors were only at the Initial Transcendent rank, but Anderson was not one of them.
After all, even when facing five Judgment Executors in the Temple Knights, he still handled them with ease.
His strength was simply not something these assassins here could contend with.
He was confident he could take out every assassin in this room.
“Quite a few people here.”
Anderson’s gaze remained calm.
His words sounded casual, but he didn’t seem to take these assassins seriously at all.
Even so, he stayed highly alert.
Though he looked down on them, he never let his guard down.
In battle, a single misstep could lead to eternal regret.
Even a strong warrior could be brought down by a weaker opponent due to overconfidence.
Psychological contempt didn’t mean he’d act careless.
Anderson drew his knight sword and assumed a ready stance.
“For assassins like you, direct combat isn’t your strong suit.”
“So what?”
Xiong Ying sneered at Anderson.
“You’re just one man. Are you planning to turn the tables on your own?”
Facing their mockery, Anderson held his knight sword in one hand and raised his other hand as if gripping another blade.
Just as the assassins were confused, he muttered in a low voice.
“Dawn Sword Stance—Storm Blade.”
As the words fell, a blade of light appeared in Anderson’s empty hand.
Most Temple Knights wielded a single knight sword and a shield.
This technique was the legendary Dual Sword Style.
Now Anderson had assumed a combat stance.
Just standing there, the aura he radiated made the surrounding assassins want to retreat.
Their primal instincts kept screaming at them.
Don’t get close… Don’t get close…
It was as if a circle had formed around Anderson.
Anyone who stepped into it would be instantly torn to shreds by his sword light.
Xiong Ying finally sensed something was wrong.
The presence Anderson projected was too powerful.
Moreover, as far as he knew, there wasn’t a single Judgment Executor in the entire Glory Empire who could use Dual Sword Style.
This made Xiong Ying question Anderson’s identity.
“Who are you?”
“Just an ordinary knight.”
After Anderson finished speaking, he moved.
“Fierce Dragon Breaking Air Stance!”
The knight turned into a flash of white light and charged into the crowd.
Simply being near him would cause burns from the intense heat, let alone the sword qi swirling around him.
At that moment, he was like Zhao Zilong of Changshan, charging in and out of the enemy ranks seven times.
The roaring white light, like a dragon’s cry, churned the crowd into a bloody storm.
No one could stop Anderson’s charge.
Even Xiong Ying, the strongest among them, had to retreat when he saw Anderson rushing at him.
When Anderson stopped, he flicked the blood off his twin swords onto the wall, then looked around.
After those seven charges of Fierce Dragon Breaking Air Stance, fewer than one in ten of the assassins remained.
The rest had either fled or scattered.
The only ones left standing in the office were Xiong Ying and a few of his trusted subordinates.
“I remember now.”
Xiong Ying’s sharp eyes fixed on Anderson as he spoke.
“The Judgment Executor who can use Dual Sword Style in the Glory Empire… You are the prince of the Glory Empire—Anderson!”
“Not a bad guess.”
Anderson’s blade readied itself again as he addressed Xiong Ying.
“Too bad there’s no prize.”
“Damn it…”
Xiong Ying had naturally heard of Anderson’s strength.
As a prince of a nation, Anderson’s abilities far surpassed those of his peers.
At just twenty years old, he was already half a step into the Demigod rank.
This was nearly the pinnacle of human strength.
Xiong Ying never expected to encounter this prince here.
“To think that a prince of a nation, a knight half a step into Demigod, would come knocking on the Moon Shadow Society’s door… Doesn’t that seem a bit too generous of an honor for us?”
A trace of fear flickered in Xiong Ying’s sharp eyes.
He didn’t want to be Anderson’s enemy either, and he knew very well that he couldn’t escape.
Though this Judgment Executor was a knight, his speed was his forte.
Trying to flee from him was nothing short of a pipe dream.
He was a smart man, so he knew how to save himself through other means.
“I surrender.”
Xiong Ying raised his hands.
Seeing this, his trusted subordinates wisely lifted theirs as well.
Anderson was a bit surprised that they surrendered so decisively.
To that, Xiong Ying explained.
“Living is the greatest asset. Dead, you’re nothing. Resisting means certain death. If I get caught, I’ll just sit in jail for five years or so. Why bother?”
Besides, Prince Anderson, you want to know about Red Sparrow’s movements, don’t you? I have information here.”
Xiong Ying not only knew when to yield but was also perceptive.
He could tell that this prince seemed quite concerned about that assassin, Red Sparrow.
He had heard before that Red Sparrow had taken a commission to assassinate Anderson.
But since Anderson was still alive, Red Sparrow’s mission must have failed.
From that, he deduced the two were enemies and mortal foes.
If so, why not offer some useful information in exchange for a way out?
“Speak.”
Anderson put handcuffs on Xiong Ying and pressed on.
“I want to know everything about Red Sparrow.”
Seeing Anderson’s eagerness, Xiong Ying sneered.
“Red Sparrow and the Moon Shadow Society are rivals. She’s currently undertaking a commission for the Fengting Association. She’s going to take the Eye of Wite from your Temple Knights’ Shrine.”
“And? That’s not what I want to hear.”
Xiong Ying had only said things Anderson already knew, so he needed more.
To that, Xiong Ying continued.
“The Moon Shadow Society already has the key. Red Sparrow knows that too, so she’ll likely speed up her efforts to get the Eye of Wite before us. The Moon Shadow Society’s operation time… is this Saturday. I’m sure the wise Chief Justice can guess Red Sparrow’s plans by now.”
“Saturday?”
Anderson frowned.
Today was Monday, leaving five days until Saturday.
Ainola would certainly stir up trouble within those five days.
He would have to keep a tight guard on the Shrine.
Once Ainola got her hands on the Eye of Wite, tracking her down again would be far from simple.