Chapter 126: The Fall of the Three-Headed Dragon Organization

Aboard the flying saucer, Song Yue dialed Aunt Catherine, whom he had not contacted for a long time.

Upon receiving the call, Aunt Catherine sounded pleasantly surprised: "My child, why are you calling? Are you alright?"

Hearing her voice, Song Yue inexplicably missed his master's wife, while simultaneously feeling a pang of sympathy for Catherine. This elegant Western woman had silently loved his master for so many years; she must have known by now that he was gone. Alas, passion has always been synonymous with sorrow.

"Aunt, I'm doing well. I need a favor—can you tell me the location of the Three-Headed Dragon organization's lair?"

Catherine paused on the other end, then asked, "What are you planning to do? Have they provoked you again? Don't be impulsive; let me handle them for you!"

"No need, Aunt. I have the ability to deal with them now. This has nothing to do with you; please don't get involved. Just tell me where they are."

As one of the largest organizations in the West, the Three-Headed Dragon’s base was surely heavily guarded and shrouded in secrecy. If not exactly a den of tigers and wolves, it was certainly close. However, Song Yue knew that Catherine would know their location.

After a moment of silence, Catherine replied, "Very well. I will send you the address of their headquarters immediately. I am coming as well; I cannot let you face this danger alone."

Sensing the resolve in her voice, Song Yue did not refuse. Catherine could hardly imagine how advanced his current transport was; by the time she arrived, it would all be over.

Soon, Catherine sent the location. To Song Yue's surprise, the lair was not in Europe, but on an island off the East Coast of the Americas. Had he not asked, he would have searched Europe in vain.

Song Yue steered the flying saucer with his thoughts, arriving in an instant.

...

The lair of the Three-Headed Dragon.

Inside a castle on a small island seventy nautical miles off the American East Coast, a group of high-ranking members was gathered for a meeting. The spacious, luxurious hall was thick with cigarette smoke; almost every tycoon held a cigar. To them, the meaning of life was indulgence, and indulgence required cigars, wine, and women. For now, there was only smoke.

An atmosphere of gloom hung over them. They were truly afraid. The handsome man from the Jade Cauldron Sect of the cultivation world had just informed them that the mission had failed and that the Chinese martial artist named Song Yue was terrifying.

A cultivation master using the word "terrifying" to describe a mortal martial artist? It seemed incredible, yet they had to believe it, as the man had no reason to lie.

Since their falling out, the Three-Headed Dragon had appeared to retreat, but in private, they had long placed Song Yue on their hit list. A young Eastern warrior had cost them dearly; how could they let that slide? They were as vindictive as anyone. Before the Li family fell, they had even approached the organization, offering a massive sum to take out Song Yue together. The Three-Headed Dragon had agreed, but before they could act, the Li family was wiped out. They were left to keep the money without doing the work.

In the days that followed, they seized every opportunity to target Song Yue. This last attempt had been their closest shot, aided by a master from the cultivation world—yet it still failed.

"What does everyone think?" The leader of the Three-Headed Dragon, a red-faced, three-hundred-pound man who had never appeared in public before, sat at the head of the table, cigar in hand, looking at the group.

"That Song Yue is not someone we can handle. He is clearly not an ordinary martial artist," said the second-in-command, a thin, hook-nosed man with curly hair. "Even a powerhouse from the cultivation world was no match for him. We should stop making him an enemy."

"The problem is, we have been his enemies for a long time," the leader retorted, looking at his deputy with dissatisfaction. "We need a viable strategy."

A high-ranking member sitting further down said coldly, "What’s the difficulty? He has family, doesn't he? We could just take his family—"

"Take my family where?"

Song Yue’s figure flickered from blur to clarity, appearing in the luxurious room. Everyone froze, staring in disbelief. They had never met him, but his face was not unfamiliar. Song Yue! The mysterious and powerful young Easterner had magically appeared right before them.

A deathly silence fell, so quiet a pin drop could be heard. Song Yue looked at the man who had spoken and said calmly, "Go on. What were you planning to do to my family?"

"Young man, this is a misunderstanding! We had no such intention!" The leader, weighing over three hundred pounds, looked at Song Yue and said in a deep voice, "I sincerely apologize on behalf of the Three-Headed Dragon for everything. We are willing to pay compensation. From now on, our organization is willing to be your eyes and ears, doing anything within our power—"

A blade of light flashed. The second-in-command’s hand fell to the table. That very hand had been quietly pressing an alarm button under the table edge. The man stared blankly at his spurting wound, the strike having been so fast he hadn't even felt pain. Pure, overwhelming terror gripped him; he sat there, not daring to look at Song Yue.

"No need." Song Yue shook his head and swung his blade.

A dazzling radiance erupted, too bright to look at. The massive leader roared, a fierce aura surging from his body as he unleashed a flying sword at Song Yue. The other high-ranking members attacked as well. This organization had survived this long not just by hiding, but by being powerful. Most of those present were at the 'Penetration' stage of cultivation, and their leader had reached the pinnacle of it.

Had this been Song Yue’s first time in the Western secret realm, this room would have been his grave. But now? They posed no threat. The various magical artifacts were shattered by Song Yue’s aura, and their dark attacks couldn't even pierce his protective energy.

In an instant, the secret meeting room turned into a slaughterhouse. Once Song Yue split the leader in two, there was not a single living person left. The high command of this long-standing underground organization had been wiped out in one stroke.

Song Yue didn't stop there. He found the leader's special communicator and sent a mass message ordering all members to the headquarters. He had underestimated the rigor of such an old organization; they knew the leader was dead the moment they received the message.

Before long, a swarm of Three-Headed Dragon members arrived in various aircraft, fully armed—not for a meeting, but to sanitize the scene. They unleashed a hail of heavy weaponry upon the island. Someone even launched a small tactical nuke.

Song Yue had long since ascended in his invisible saucer, watching coldly as they bombarded the island. They were fools; they didn't realize who they were fighting.

The activity soon drew the attention of the American authorities, and a fleet of patrol aircraft appeared in the distance. They kept their distance, merely asking as a formality if assistance was needed. They had been warned long ago by their own superiors to stay away from that private island. They were just curious, but their request to approach was denied.

The members of the Three-Headed Dragon gathered, their eyes bloodshot. The leader was dead! The island was destroyed! They assumed the killer was still there, trying to lure them into a trap. How naive.

When the mushroom cloud from the tactical nuke rose, the small island finally sank into the sea. The members were filled with rage—not out of loyalty, but because their wealth was controlled by the leader. His death meant their fortune was gone forever. They went mad, desperate to tear the killer limb from limb. Some finally realized that if the killer wasn't on the island, their bombardment was a waste of resources.

But they didn't have to worry for long. A figure descended from the sky, a streak of white light flashing as he sliced a high-tech alien-made aircraft in two. The occupants screamed as they plummeted into the sea.

The figure, clad in black robes and a silver mask, wielded a peerless blade, entering a state of total slaughter. He tore through the dense swarm of aircraft, sending the occupants falling into the ocean. The observers from the American authorities were stunned; they couldn't even see how the man appeared, as their radar showed nothing but the organization's own ships.

Those who reacted quickly tried to flee, but the figure was too fast. Stepping on the wreckage of falling ships, he pursued them into the high skies. Blade light flashed continuously, and the sky turned into a display of brilliant fireworks. In the end, out of hundreds of ships, fewer than twenty escaped.

The survivors in the sea—those with high cultivation levels who had survived the fall—tried to swim or dive away from the nuclear radiation. But the figure, having destroyed the last ship, dived head-first into the ocean. With a splash, he vanished. Soon, blood began to bloom on the surface of the water.

Only after the last enemy was dead did Song Yue board his invisible saucer and depart. A moment longer, and the radiation would have affected him, too. The result of the battle was excellent; he had caught them all in one net.

The next day, the world was in an uproar. The Three-Headed Dragon had been completely obliterated. Videos and photos from the American authorities showed a tall figure in black robes and a silver mask, cutting down aircraft one by one with terrifying strength. The internet dubbed him the "Silver-Masked Black-Robed Hero."

The truth spread: the organization had been destroyed by an Eastern cultivator. Theories about his identity ran wild. Many members of the remnants of the Three-Headed Dragon went public—anonymously—vowing never to enter the East or provoke a Chinese person again, begging the "hero" for mercy. Other Western powers also issued statements calling for peace and promising to respect China’s borders.

Song Yue ignored the global storm. He was busy teaching his sister, Song Yu, to cultivate. With his insight, the help of the "little medicine god" Wen Rou, and high-level resources, her progress was rapid.

Aunt Catherine had arrived in the Americas on the day of the destruction, but she found only a ruined sea and the chaos of the news. After confirming Song Yue was safe, she returned to the West. Upon arriving home, she immediately summoned her niece, Xue Ya, who was busy gossiping about the "Silver-Masked Hero," and scolded her: "From today on, you will train harder! If you slack off again, I will punish you severely!"

Xue Ya, who had been enjoying the gossip, was left stunned. What had happened?