The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

Two large ships were moored at the shore.

One was a naval warship, and the other was a lavishly decorated pleasure boat.

The two ships were moored together in this way, which looked very strange, but no one paid any attention to it.

All eyes were fixed on the several-meter-long black dragon corpse on the shore.

A tall figure stood beside the black dragon's corpse.

The figure had a sword at his waist, and his clothes were completely dry.

How did you do that?

Xue Zhiwei came ashore, her face showing a mixture of shock and confusion.

She never expected to encounter a dragon when she came to borrow troops in her capacity as the Commander of the Imperial Guard.

At first, they only envisioned the Dajiang Gang as their enemy.

"It was already injured, but it only had the strength of a seventh-grade cultivator left."

Zhou Heng said calmly.

Xue Zhiwei simply looked at him quietly, as if trying to see through his inner thoughts.

Even if he only has the strength of a seventh-rank cultivator, he is still a dragon, and no ordinary seventh-rank martial artist can match him.

Anyway, if it were her, she wouldn't be able to defeat this dragon.

Moreover, Zhou Heng killed the dragon in the river.

That's much more difficult than doing it on land.

boom!

Chen Zhaowu threw a person in front of Zhou Heng.

That man was none other than Gao Mengwei, the leader of the Listening Wind Hall of the Great River Gang.

Gao Mengwei stared at the dragon's corpse, his face turning deathly pale. He collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

"Is this your Dragon God?"

Chen Zhaowu kicked him and said, "Look carefully, you so-called Dragon God, you're just a dead worm now."

If you honestly confess what you've done, I might give you a quick death.

Otherwise, I'll try all 108 cruel tortures of the Imperial Guard on you!

Gao Mengwei's face was ashen.

The gang leader is dead, and the Dragon God is dead too.

"I'll talk, I'll talk—"

He said in a trembling voice.

Gao Mengwei stammered as he recounted everything he knew.

The Dajiang Gang and the Lu family appear to be irreconcilable enemies, but in reality, they have long been secretly colluding together.

The Lu family refined the Xiaoyao Powder, and the Dajiang Gang was responsible for transporting it to various parts of Da Yue.

The Dragon God was also a powerful demon they worshipped.

On the Huanhua River, any ship that offends the Dajiang Gang will be dragged to the bottom of the river by the Dragon God.

That crocodile demon was a descendant of the Dragon God, sent to the Lu family to assist them in refining the Carefree Powder.

"There's someone behind the Dajiang Gang and the Lu family, but I don't know who it is. That person only contacts the gang leader."

Gao Mengwei said dejectedly, "All I know is that a large portion of the money earned by the Dajiang Gang and the Lu family ended up in that person's hands."

As he said this, he secretly glanced at Zhou Heng.

"The methods for refining Xiaoyao San and Leopard Embryo Yijin Wan both seem to have come from that person."

He added.

"Leopard Fetus Tendon-Changing Pill?"

Chen Zhaowu frowned and asked, "What is that?"

"It's a poison. You have to get the antidote regularly after taking it, or you'll die from broken bones and torn tendons."

Gao Mengwei said, "I gave Captain Zhou this poison before, and I originally intended for him to die from the poison tonight—"

Chen Zhaowu looked at Zhou Heng with a surprised expression.

Even knowing that Zhou Heng hadn't died from the poison, he still felt a lingering fear.

If Zhou Heng really dies from the poison, he alone cannot deal with Yao Lie, the leader of the Dajiang Gang, and this Dragon God.

Even if Xue Zhiwei called for reinforcements, it would be useless.

Xue Zhiwei stared at Zhou Heng, her large eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

"I have a special constitution, and ordinary poisons have no effect on me."

Zhou Heng glanced at her and said calmly.

"There's such a constitution?"

Chen Zhaowu looked experienced.

"some."

Xue Zhiwei nodded. "According to the book, there are three thousand special constitutions in the world, one of which is immunity to all poisons."

This constitution is extremely rare, and has only been observed once in history.

Three thousand special constitutions?

Zhou Heng learned something new again.

"Why don't I have a special constitution?"

Chen Zhaowu muttered enviously.

"You have."

Xue Zhiwei said, "Your special physique means that you recover from injuries faster than ordinary people."

Otherwise, given your suicidal nature, you would have died countless times already.

"Hey, I really am born extraordinary."

Chen Zhaowu didn't catch Xue Zhiwei's sarcasm; instead, he said smugly.

"Old Xue, do you have any special physical condition?"

Xue Zhiwei rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Just at this time.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

A dark shadow fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground.

The earth shook violently.

When the group looked up at the sound, they saw a middle-aged man striding towards them.

"Greetings, Commander Han!"

Xue Zhiwei and Chen Zhaowu's expressions turned solemn, and they bowed respectfully.

Zhou Heng sized up the other person while also cupping his hands in a respectful gesture.

Is this the Garrison Commander of the Imperial Guard?

The Imperial Guard is responsible for protecting the entire country, but they have limited manpower and cannot send personnel to every place.

But each state would have at least one governor in charge.

The commander of the Imperial Guard in Qizhou, Han Zhengxiong, is the man standing before us.

Looking at the entire Great Yue Dynasty, Qizhou could be considered a peaceful place, where there were very few disturbances in the past.

Therefore, Han Zhengxiong was the only commander-in-chief in the entire Qizhou.

People are only temporarily dispatched when there is a disturbance caused by demons.

Normally, Han Zhengxiong is the only one guarding the entire Qizhou.

Being able to guard a prefecture, Han Zhengxiong's strength was naturally extraordinary. Many years ago, he was already a fifth-rank martial artist.

"It really was this guy."

Han Zhengxiong came to the black dragon's corpse, reached out and patted the black dragon's head, "Last time I injured it, but it escaped by using water escape techniques."

I thought it had escaped Qizhou, but I never expected it to be hiding here.

Han Zhengxiong turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Heng and the other two. "Which of you can kill it?"

Without waiting for the three to answer, he continued speaking to himself.

"Xue girl, you're not the type to fight, that's not you."

"you--"

His gaze fell on Chen Zhaowu.

Chen Zhaowu looked on with anticipation.

"With your limited abilities, you can't kill the Black Dragon, even if I knock it down a realm."

Chen Zhaowu's face darkened.

He's at least an eighth-rank martial artist, you know.

Who wouldn't praise a young and promising eighth-rank martial artist of his age?

How come that's all you've got?

"So, you killed it?"

Han Zhengxiong looked at Zhou Heng, scrutinizing him from head to toe with great interest.

"To have such strength at such a young age, truly a force to be reckoned with."

Han Zhengxiong praised, "It was my mistake to let this black dragon escape before. By killing it, you have made up for my oversight."

Kid, would you be willing to stay in Qizhou and be my deputy?

With your talent, I can guarantee that you'll be able to take over my position within ten years.

Xue Zhiwei and Chen Zhaowu both looked at Zhou Heng in shock.

Even with their backgrounds, they wouldn't dare say they'd definitely be promoted to Garrison Commander within ten years.

With Han Zhengxiong stationed in Qizhou, becoming his deputy would elevate one's status far above that of an ordinary demon-slaying captain.

"Ten years is too long."

Zhou Heng pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "What benefits would I get from being your deputy?"

Will my salary increase?