A Tier Four Venerable One had lowered himself to become an assassin, specifically targeting him, and even grasping his whereabouts … …
Even within the Alliance, there weren't many people like this.
"It's … … Huang Chuan's people … … spent money … …" The Hundred-Eyed Demon coughed up sharp, blood-colored icicles as he spoke in a muffled voice.
"That's a good joke. Continue."
Huai Shi's expression became colder and colder. He remained unmoved.
Huang Chuan was a typical Extreme Dao cultivator. He was narrow-minded, held grudges, was reckless, did things without any scruples, and would definitely seek revenge for the smallest grievance … … If it was someone unfamiliar with him, they would definitely think that the brute had taken advantage of the chaos to make a move against him.
Unfortunately, that was all just an act … …
Among the Five Elders, Huang Chuan loved to act like an unreasonable brute the most. He would pester endlessly and only take advantage of others, but in reality, he was much more calculative than anyone else.
He wasn't that stupid to make a move against one of his own at a time like this, and kill a Green Sun Rising Star with a deep background from the Heavenly Dog Mountain.
When he saw that his lie had been seen through, the Hundred-Eyed Demon fell silent for a moment. He laughed mockingly and retracted his gaze from Huai Shi.
Even if he wanted to say something, the Tomb of the Unreturnable wouldn't allow it.
They were both going to die, but dying in the Tomb of the Unreturnable would be more painful. It would be better to die here. The Origin Substance stored in the Infernal Realm would have a chance to be reborn from the coffin … …
The Hundred-Eyed Demon closed his eyes.
If you want to kill me, then kill me. Stop wasting my breath!
"You're still so stubborn even when you're about to die. How strange."
Huai Shi glanced at him one last time before retracting his gaze. "If you don't want to die quickly, then you don't want to die easily … …"
The sound of shadows boiling could be heard.
The door to the Bone Burying Sanctuary once again rose from the darkness. Behind the opened door, countless strands of darkness that seemed to have solidified extended outwards, landing on the Hundred-Eyed Demon's body like the hands of a child.
In that instant, the old man froze in place. He turned around in disbelief. Within the darkness, there was a profound and cold divinity.
It was as if it was a crack leading to the deepest part of the Infernal Realm.
Under the watchful eyes of countless Crows, the divinity that he had stolen from a foreign country actually began to tremble. Those eyes were not filled with killing intent, but … an indescribable thirst!
What the hell was that?!
His expression twisted as he struggled with all his might to resist, but it was already too late.
Frost that penetrated deep into his bones kept piercing out, and his limbs were already entangled by the darkness. Bit by bit, they were pulled into the deepest depths of the darkness …
Never to return.
"Wait, wait a minute …"
He tried his best to open his mouth and scream, but soon after, the darkness surged out like a fountain and swallowed him whole. It pulled his soul into an eternal dream of decay.
It gradually melted, gradually disintegrated, and gradually became a part of the Bone Burial Sanctuary.
The door slammed shut and dissipated into the darkness.
Finally, Lawrence descended from the sky onto the ice beam of the airframe. After landing on the ground, he was stunned for a moment and did not react. "Where is he?"
"Here."
Huai Shi lifted his foot and kicked the corpse that was completely frozen into ice.
"Dead?"
Lawrence's eyes widened in disbelief. "You did it?"
How could you destroy the corpse so quickly?!
Also, how the f * ck did you kill him?
After a Level Four Ascendant fused with divinity, they were no longer mortals. No matter how terrible the physical injuries were, they could be healed with Origin Substance. After the second transformation, their souls would fuse with the divinity, and they would begin to possess the characteristics of a former god.
They could be seen as a demigod that once walked the human world.
It was difficult to injure them with weapons.
Even if they were weak and completely countered by Huai Shi, there was nothing they could do at most.
Huai Shi's ferocious actions just now were not fatal at all. If he really wanted to kill this old man, he would have to rely on Beelzebub's judgment mode.
What really hurt the Hundred-Eyed Demon was Lawrence's miracle imprint that he had used with all his strength.
He had recreated the disaster that the gods had once sent to Egypt in this very moment.
As the most famous disaster recorded in the Holy Bible, the essence of the Frost Hailstorm Disaster was the extermination of all life, cruelly destroying all life through freezing.
Lawrence's role was to provide the tools to aim, as a bridge, guiding the authoritative relics in Canaan to aim here and then deliver the punishment.
It wasn't surprising that such destructive power could be so exaggerated.
But how had Huai Shi done it?
He could see that there was only an empty shell left in front of him. Not to mention the Stigmata, even the soul and divinity had disappeared, as if they had been eaten clean …
It was a thorough death.
"Tengu Mountain has this kind of ability?" He couldn't believe it.
"If you want to make a living, you have to have some trump cards, right?" Huai Shi calmly waved his hand. "It's just a finishing blow. It's not worth mentioning."
Laurence's face twitched.
What was he doing here?
He felt that even without him, this bastard could still kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon here.
This was too f * cking ridiculous.
"How did you know I was attacked?" Huai Shi asked.
"A call from Sheng Tianmu, an assassin in the Collection of All Sins. Someone put a bounty on you …" Lawrence glanced at him. "You'd better be careful. Your head is worth a lot of money now, second only to Sheng Tianmu."
"That's too much of a compliment. What if the other bosses see it?" Huai Shi shrugged, not caring at all.
In fact, he felt that he could be worth more …
He looked up and was about to speak to Lawrence, but his movements stiffened.
The Crows, who were searching the inner circle of Dan Bo City, finally sent him some unexpected news …
"What's wrong?" Lawrence looked at Huai Shi's stiff expression.
Huai Shi didn't say anything.
He turned around.
Amidst the storm and thunder, flames constantly lit up in the distance, and loud explosions could be heard … It was clearly raining, but the ground seemed to have been set on fire.
The turbulence came suddenly, and along with the storm, everything was covered.
.
When the broken car broke through the barrier of the storm and stopped at the scene of the accident, all that could be seen was a scene of devastation.
The burnt car basket emitted a pungent smell, and the blood gradually diluted under the washing of the storm. The original color could no longer be seen.
The pitch-black birds folded their iron wings and landed on the power lines in the storm, quietly overlooking the scene of devastation.
There was also the dying young man.
It was too late.
In the cold rain, his messy yellow hair stuck to his pale face, and he was on the verge of death.
This was a cruel punishment for traitors.
After violently breaking most of his limbs and inflicting the most terrible pain, the arteries were cut open, and he was left at the scene of the crime, where he slowly bled to death.
In the storm, he tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the blurry figure in front of him.
"Boss … is that you …"
"It's me, Ox Island."
Huai Shi squatted down and replied softly, "You haven't been back for a long time, so I came to find you."
In a daze, Ox Island tried his best to raise his hand.
It was as if he was afraid that the person in front of him was just an illusion that would disappear in the blink of an eye, which was why he tried so hard to grasp it tightly.
So hard.
"Boss, I … … I didn't betray you … … I didn't … … tell them … …"
The man choked and coughed. He tried so hard to say what he wanted to say, but he gradually couldn't say it. He could only gasp for breath and make small sounds.
"Yes, I know." Huai Shi nodded. He held his hand tightly and said solemnly, "I'm fine, Ox Island, because you protected me."
In the silence, Ox Island froze for a moment. A smile appeared on his pale face.
He smiled.
It was as if he had won.
There was no more sound.
Only Huai Shi held his hand, feeling the last of his warmth disappear in the storm.
There was no cure. Even Iron Crow's Origin Substance couldn't restore his scattered consciousness … …
He was already dead.
Perhaps he should have died a long time ago. With such severe injuries and the loss of so much of his life force, his life force should have disappeared along with the blood in the rain.
The only reason he was still here was because he still had something to say to Su Chen.
After speaking, he left.
He wasn't willing to stay for even a moment longer.
Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at the thing that Ox Island was holding tightly in his hand. He could only vaguely make out a few words on the piece of paper that had been soaked in blood and rain.
Huai Shi had once said to Thousand Leaves and Dragon Two, "Even if I can save one, it's worth it." But now, he couldn't even save the person in front of him.
Until the very last moment, the person he was supposed to save had done everything he could to protect himself.
Even if he had to sacrifice his life.
Only because Huai Shi had praised his innate talent, praised his talents, spent some time on him, and taught him some Latin that he couldn't use … …
That was all.
"I'm sorry, Ox Island," he said softly.
He apologized softly, "I lied to you."
Even if you don't need me, you will definitely become a better person. Even if you don't sacrifice your own life, you will still have a bright future.
In the silence, Huai Shi carefully unfolded the piece of paper and looked at the words written on it.
[Hinciturad astra.]
"Sleep, my friend."
Before he left, Huai Shi turned around one last time and offered up a prayer.
— — May you pass through this path and reach the stars.
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Huang Chuan's residence.
It was clearly raining cats and dogs, but everything was enveloped in an endless sea of flames.
It was impossible to tell if it was blood or fire. His lungs twitched, but he didn't know if it was the smell of blood or the smoke that was too pungent.
A loud noise came from the distance. It wasn't just a cry, but also a roar from the flames.
Huang Chuan roared angrily. He raised the gun in his hand and shot the people who had charged into the courtyard one by one. In the end, the gun in his hand vibrated and let out a hollow click. There were no more bullets.
He froze for a moment, then began to laugh mockingly in the rain.
Laughing at himself.
He had always prided himself on his intelligence, but he had never imagined that he would be betrayed overnight.
"Surrender, Patriarch."
The traitors outside the door slowly walked in and pulled out the weapons in their hands. "We have been masters and followers for so many years. I hope we can part on good terms."
"Part on good terms?"
Huang Chuan froze for a moment. He couldn't help but sneer and spit on the ground.
"Brat, didn't your former team leader tell you … There is only one way out, and that is death!" He grinned and sneered disdainfully. "Come, take my head!"
After a short silence, the subordinate nodded regretfully and pulled out the short knife at his waist. "Then, please forgive my rudeness."
Five minutes later, the head of the Huang Chuan family was put into a box.
He died ferociously without any fear or weakness.
The attackers cruelly killed all the survivors in the house, then poured gasoline and burned everything to the ground before leaving.
The fire burned through the night.
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"Die!"
Under the heavy rain, Akasaki Makoto roared angrily and raised his arms. His whole body was like steel. He endured dozens of assault rifles in front of him and rushed through the long distance. He raised his hand and punched with all his strength!
The head of a gunman exploded into a pile of mush, followed by the second, the third, the fourth … In less than half a minute, those who blocked the way were all smashed by the iron fist.
"Madam Yuriko! Madam Yuriko, where are you? "
He didn't have time to check the wound on his abdomen. He staggered forward and pushed open the last door with all his might. Then, he saw countless splashes of blood.
All the attackers had died without an intact body.
And in the center of the meeting room, Yuriko Luohe turned her head. She held a heavy katana in her hand and was panting slightly.
Her cold face was dyed red with blood. She was cold and solemn.
Only at this time could people remember that the reason why she was elected as the Patriarch was not because of her beautiful appearance, but because she was brave and strong, not inferior to men!
After her husband, the previous Patriarch, died young, she became the Ghost Wife of the Luohe family!
"Is it Akasaki?"
She waved her hand indifferently. "I'm fine, just some small things."
Akasaki bowed and apologized. "I came late, please forgive me."
"Don't waste time, Akasaki. Let's go, there are still many things to do."
Yuriko Luohe listened to the fierce gunshots outside. She turned around and ordered the strong women who kept coming out of the secret door behind her. "Everyone, prepare to fight the enemy!"
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