Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1276 - 566: One After Another_2

Steadying his thoughts, Fang Yu glanced again at the health bar hovering over the woman’s head.

[Qiu Xiaoping: 8000/8000.]

The typical combat power of a Hall Master!!

This explained why Fang Yu had swiftly drawn Ding Hui close to him right away.

He felt assured about enduring a strike from Hall Master level, yet the mere shockwaves from the clash might pulverize Ding Hui.

Should the foe unleash a full-powered assault on Ding Hui, Fang Yu would need to deploy every bit of his power to fully shield her.

Bone Armor, Repeat, Demonization, Yuan Demon Body—all had to be activated without fail; any tiny error could turn Ding Hui into bloody pulp.

Thus, Fang Yu remained extremely cautious toward this individual, not due to her fighting prowess, but because he carried a weak point beside him, preventing any reckless moves.

As her words faded, the woman hovered deftly by the entrance, showing no urge to advance, merely fluttering her eyes while awaiting Fang Yu’s reply.

All those around fixed their gazes on Fang Yu.

Although Ding Hui occasionally went her own way, she always deferred to Fang Yu in crucial situations, and this proved no different. From his tense demeanor, she vaguely grasped that this arrival was no ordinary foe.

On the floor, Meng Huoke stared in shock.

Captain Qiu looked so youthful, appearing in her thirties or forties, yet whispers claimed she was at least seventy or eighty, possibly over a hundred—a genuine Old Witch.

Reaching such an age while serving as Captain of the Rebel Army’s Autumn Division highlighted her formidable might.

The mosquitoes within him shuddered in terror, their instinctive dread toward a superior powerhouse.

Crucially, he had frequent dealings with this formidable figure, so the mosquitoes had ingrained her aura deeply, triggering their instant reaction.

Gulp.

Meng Huoke gulped down saliva.

Events kept twisting wildly this time.

He had spotted via the mosquitoes that an intelligence relay in the brothel faced assault and rushed to aid, only to get nabbed himself.

He bore no grudge over that; lacking skill led to capture—his own doing.

Suddenly, Captain Qiu appeared out of nowhere.

The Rebel Army split into four divisions—Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter—each led by a single captain. Captain Qiu commanded the Autumn Division, the sole woman among them.

Many unaware Rebel Army folks fancied this stunning centenarian beauty.

But Meng Huoke, being ordinary, viewed her as utterly terrifying, always jittery during task reports to her.

Yet this fearsome entity now spoke politely to that youth, showing exceptional warmth...

"So, does this mean we are quite popular with the Rebel Army?"

Fang Yu uttered this flatly, his gaze locked on Qiu Xiaoping.

If feasible, he yearned to dodge this fight.

But should avoidance prove impossible, he stood poised to erupt with maximum power instantly.

Yuan Demon Body and his other techniques prepared in secret. Beneath his garb, white fluid bubbled toward the surface, set to erupt and envelop his whole form anytime.

In that moment, Fang Yu entered peak battle stance, akin to a blade half-unsheathed, radiating a chilling unseen menace.

Others might miss this aura, but Qiu Xiaoping sensed it clearly.

Prior to arriving, she questioned the rumors, skeptical that anyone from the outer city held such power.

She dismissed Fang Yu’s looks as clues to his real age.

At their power tier, looks could shift via scarce herbs, pills, and wondrous treasures as desired.

Male Martial Artists rarely chased such changes, but females pursued them avidly.

Though it consumed effort and time, most women deemed the results worthwhile.

After all, peak human Martial Arts led to superhuman realms beyond.

While Qiu Xiaoping chased such resources, paths like Demon Martial Artist or Believer demanded more than desire.

Finding compatible demon bloodlines proved tough.

Failed mergers could spell true demise.

A hundred years of cultivation wasted, reduced to ashes.

Likewise, Spirits on the Spirit Path hid elusively.

Willing contract Spirits were rarer still. Many believers joined because Spirits chose them, prompting scorn as spirit hounds.

Furthermore, she scorned inferior bloodlines and Spirits.

In this scenario, vast resources—abundant resources—held the key.

She required manpower, resources, finances, and power—every single one.

The Rebel Army conveniently supplied all that she desired.

Mutual pursuits of their needs had elevated her to her present rank.

Serving as one of the four Rebel Army captains brought no shortage of troubles.

The issue right now, for instance, posed a real headache.

The man could battle an expert on par with an Underworld House Captain.

The woman matched the Divine Doctor of the Ten Major Families.

These two individuals represented priceless, highly coveted treasures.

The key detail lay in their origin from the outer city, with no affiliation to any groups yet!

This held tremendous importance.

Regrettably, the Rebel Army's early command had been to simply watch this pair from Tianyuan Town, avoiding direct overtures of friendship.

Back then, the superiors failed to recognize the couple's true potential.

Once they caught on, the word had already buzzed across Man Cheng since the night before.

Ghost Gate turning away death, divine hands bringing back life.

Fending off Underworld House Captain-level foes, unleashing staggering might.

At that point, the Rebel Army finally sought to offer goodwill.

Yet it proved too late—the opponents had already taken action.

When Qiu Xiaoping sprang into response, the foes had struck one of their minor outposts.

"There seems to be some misunderstanding; the Rebel Army warmly welcomes you two."

Qiu Xiaoping smiled warmly, spreading her arms wide to bare all her weak spots, a gesture of utter trust.

"I hold great interest in the Rebel Army..."

Even as Fang Yu spoke those words, his face abruptly shifted.

An aura.

A tremendously potent aura hurtled toward them at high speed!

"Oh no! Could it be Jinfang Zai?!"

Opposite him, Qiu Xiaoping's countenance darkened sharply too, her look growing even more solemn.

"Jinfang Zai? Who's that?"

Fang Yu looked genuinely confused.

At the same time, chaos exploded around the brothel; Underworld officers in uniforms swarmed the area in droves.

As expected earlier, Thunder City's Underworld dwarfed Tianyuan Town's in numbers by a huge margin.

Hence, every operation mobilized plenty of forces, and this occasion followed suit.

Though the Underworld members varied in power, they meant nothing to Fang Yu and Qiu Xiaoping—mere fodder without any danger.

That incoming aura, though, stood out starkly.

Fang Yu gripped Ding Hui more firmly; her presence complicated things against both Qiu Xiaoping and this mysterious powerhouse.

Ding Hui picked up on Fang Yu's unease as well. She'd stayed quiet moments ago, now nibbling her lip instinctively, overwhelmed by guilt at dragging him down.

"Jinfang Zai serves as a Hall Master in the Underworld, a Demon Martial Artist! His power terrifies, and even I'm not sure I could defeat him."

Qiu Xiaoping looked grave, but thankfully, a window remained. From the aura's range, a quick escape might evade capture.

Her gaze shifted as she addressed Fang Yu.

"Young Master Diao, I acted too hastily before. Yet all matters between the Rebel Army and you stem from misunderstanding. Speaking for the Rebel Army, I offer my sincerity to Young Master Diao. Please, for my sake, let these two go; tomorrow night, I'll come personally to make amends."

After saying this, Qiu Xiaoping bowed low in respect.