? Chapter 671: A God of Slaughter
A God of Slaughter
Boom! Boom!
A vast and boundless pressure rolled out, startling the sky. Muffled thunder rumbled, making people feel as if a great mountain was pressing down on them, almost suffocating them. Some people with weaker cultivations all fell to the ground, looking at the four old men in horror!
These were four supreme beings. If they joined forces, who could resist them?!
The crowd retreated like a receding tide, only coming to a stop when they were out of range of the aura. "…"
"Hiss!"
A cold smile tugged at the corner of Samsara's mouth. She didn't speak, but the arm holding the pitch-black dagger moved ever so slightly. With a flash of blood, the dagger sliced into the Nephrite Holy Son's neck, cutting deep into his flesh and causing blood to gush out.
The seemingly ordinary dagger had ignored all of Nephrite Holy Son's defenses and cut straight into his flesh!
"How is this possible?!"
Hovering nearby, the Northern Mang Holy Son also turned pale with fright. His eyes widened and his heart trembled, no longer able to maintain his previous composure.
The Nephrite Holy Son possessed the Divine Body of the Sun, one of the strangest constitutions in the world. It was a constitution exclusive to ancient gods!
There was no doubt about his defense and power!
However, the black-clad man in front of him seemed to ignore all of that. It was as if the divine energy of the sun didn't exist and couldn't affect him at all.
He wasn't the only one. Everyone present was flabbergasted.
"Could it be …?"
The Northern Mang Holy Son shuddered at the sight of the sickle-like dagger in Samsara's hand, fear flashing through his eyes.
Legend had it that the number one assassin organization in the world worshipped the God of Death. Therefore, every member of the God of Death wielded a sickle, implying that they were emissaries of the God of Death!
Every member of the God of Death was a natural-born assassin with terrifying strength. They moved without a trace, killed without leaving a trace, and killed with a single strike. In the eyes of the world, they were the Gods of Death!
However, the God of Death had long since gone into seclusion. No one had seen their assassins for hundreds of thousands of years, and almost everyone had forgotten about the existence of the number one assassin organization.
But now, a man dressed in black with a sickle in his hand was standing right in front of him. How could he not be shocked?
The more he thought about it, the colder Holy Son Bei Mang felt. If such a person wanted to kill him, how could he resist?
He didn't expect that Samsara, who had been following Xue Yan in the Heaven-Battling Ancient Tomb, was actually a God of Slaughter. Now that he had appeared, he must have come for Feng Hao …
The Nephrite Holy Son was well aware of this. His heart sank, and his face turned ashen. Reluctance flashed across his face.
He knew that it was impossible for him to kill Feng Hao this time. He couldn't help but regret not killing him with a single strike.
"Don't attack!"
The four elders were so frightened that they dispersed their auras. One of them cried out in fear, and panic was written all over their faces.
They knew that if they kept pushing, they'd have no choice but to collect Nephrite's corpse.
"Let him go!"
Samsara glared coldly at the four elders. His lips parted slightly, and his icy words left his lips with an unquestionable tone.
This was the first time he'd done something like kidnapping, so he wasn't quite used to it!
"Let our Holy Son go first!"
One of the elders cried out with a savage expression.
Not only had the Nephrite Holy Son been humiliated, but they had been even more so. How could they let their own Holy Son be kidnapped while the four of them were present? If word of this got out, how would they still have the face to show their faces?
Therefore, they hated Samsara to the bone. If they had the chance, they'd strike like lightning.
"Hmph!"
Samsara's eyes narrowed and he snorted. With a slight movement of his hand, the blade left a bloody mark on the Holy Son's neck. Blood pooled in the pool, and his throat was vaguely visible. If it were cut, the Holy Son wouldn't be able to live.
"Don't, we'll let him go!"
The elder from before cried out in panic and removed his restraints on Feng Hao to show his sincerity.
"Cough, cough!"
Feng Hao coughed up another mouthful of blood. There wasn't a single piece of uninjured flesh on his body. His flesh was lacerated all over, and even a sky-grade medicine couldn't heal him in an instant.
He glanced coldly at the four elders, then wobbled his way toward Samsara. The four elders didn't dare make another move, and could only watch helplessly as Feng Hao disappeared into the distance.
They knew that the man in black would really kill!
Samsara's current actions were no different from killing the Nephrite Holy Son, so they didn't dare force Samsara.
"Many thanks!"
Feng Hao raised a cupped fist salute to Samsara as he approached.
He had roughly guessed that Xue Yan must have seen that he would face this tribulation from his physiognomy, so she let him be reincarnated here. He could not help but feel a sense of gratitude towards her.
The corners of Samsara's lips curled up as a trace of joy flashed through her heart.
There was no doubt that her actions had won the young man's friendship.
Meanwhile, the Nephrite Holy Son gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Hao.
It was this young man who made him lose face time and time again. He hated him for losing again and again!
He had a divine constitution, yet he'd suffered at the hands of this ordinary-looking young man again and again. He couldn't accept this!
The bystanders in the distance were speechless. They were all horrified as they quietly watched the events unfold. Some of the more cowardly immediately fled, not daring to linger.
After all, the Nephrite Holy Son was someone who'd become the Holy Lord. Now that he'd been kidnapped, it was undoubtedly the greatest stain on his record. Given his narrow-mindedness, how could he tolerate this?
No one could say for sure, so it was best to be careful!
"I've already let him go. I hope you can let our Holy Son go, sir!"
The elder cried out, his face ashen.
At this point, they were terrified that Samsara would kill him!
"Hmph!"
Samsara glanced at him coldly, then finally fixed her gaze on Feng Hao.
"Let's go to the Tianwu Auction House!"
The corners of Feng Hao's lips curled up slightly as he spoke indifferently. The four elders' faces immediately turned from green to white. A trace of fear even flashed through their eyes.
They couldn't forget what had happened last time, especially the elder who'd been slapped by Elder Feng. He'd been bedridden for half a month before he'd fully recovered. Now that they thought about it, their bodies still ached faintly.
However, the situation before them simply didn't allow them a choice. They could only back off and follow far behind.
The Beimang Holy Son was slightly taken aback, but he also followed.
"There's going to be a great show to watch!"
Many people's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Actually, it wasn't a bad thing to see these lofty fellows being trampled on by others, was it not? For the ad-free view, please go to the Heart of the Abyss.
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