Chapter 974: Chapter 769: Rain and Fire
A Fourth Order Enchanter demoting to be an assassin, specifically targeting him, and even managing to track his movements...
Even within the Alliance, there aren’t many people like that.
"It’s... people from the Arakawa Family... paid money..." Hundred-Eyed Ghost coughed violently, spitting out sharp, blood-colored ice shards, speaking in a muffled voice.
"The joke’s good, keep going."
Huai Shi’s expression grew increasingly cold and unmoved.
Arakawa is a typical Extreme Path, narrow-minded, vengeful, reckless, acting without scruple, vindictive... If someone wasn’t familiar with him, they’d surely think that this brute took advantage of the chaos to attack him.
Unfortunately, that’s all an act...
Among the former five big players, Arakawa loved to portray a senseless brute, mixing things up unscrupulously, only profiting and never losing. Yet he understood the accounts better than anyone.
Making him strike at one of his own at this time, going to kill a Green Day Nova with deep background in Tengu Mountain, he wasn’t that out of his mind.
Seeing his lie exposed, Hundred-Eyed Ghost was silent for a moment, then smiled indifferently in mockery, retracting his gaze from Huai Shi.
Even if he wanted to say, the Tomb of the Homeless would not allow.
Death in the punishment of the Tomb of the Homeless is even more painful. It’s better to die here, where there’s a chance for the backup Source Substance in Hell to revive from the Spirit Coffin...
Hundred-Eyed Ghost closed his eyes.
If you’re gonna kill, just do it, enough with the nonsense!
"Suddenly having backbone at death’s door, how strange indeed."
Huai Shi gave him one last look before retracting his gaze, "If you don’t want an easy death, then you must want a difficult one..."
The sound of the shadow boiling rose.
The gate to the Buried Sacred Place rose again from the darkness, and behind the open door, countless solidified darkness extended, like the small hands of children, fell upon Hundred-Eyed Ghost.
At that moment, the old man froze in place, staring back, stunned—incredulous, within that dimness, was filled with a lofty and solemn divine nature.
Like a crack leading to the deepest part of Hell.
Among countless ravens watching, the sliver of divine nature he had stolen from a foreign land began to tremble humbly. Such a gaze wasn’t filled with killing intent, but... an indescribable hunger!
What on earth is this devilry!
His expression twisted, struggling desperately, resisting, but it was already too late.
Frost penetrating deep into the bone continually pierced, and his limbs were already entangled in darkness, little by little, drawn into the darkest depths...
Never to return.
"Wait, wait—"
He tried to cry out, screaming loudly, but immediately, the massive darkness surged up, swallowing him. Dragging his soul, throwing it into the eternal Rotting Dream.
Gradually melting, gradually dissolving, gradually becoming part of the Buried Sacred Place.
The gate closed with a roar, disappearing into the darkness.
And finally, Lawrence descended from the frozen beam, landing in surprise, momentarily unresponsive: "Where is he?"
"Right here."
Huai Shi lifted his foot, kicked the corpse frozen solid beside him.
"Dead?"
Lawrence’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Did you do this?"
How did you dispose of the corpse so quickly!
And how the hell did you kill him?
After a Fourth Stage Sublimator merges with divine nature, they’re basically not ordinary people anymore, no matter how severe the physical harm, it can be compensated with Source Substance, and after a Second Transformation, the soul even integrates with divine nature, initially possessing traits of former gods.
They can completely be regarded as demigods once walking the earth.
Impenetrable by weapons.
Even if he’s outmatched by Huai Shi, it’d at most be an impasse.
The fierce moves Huai Shi just deployed weren’t enough to be fatal. To truly kill this old man, Beelzebub’s Judgment Mode would have to intervene.
And the one who truly severely injured Hundred-Eyed Ghost was Lawrence, using all might to employ the Miracle Imprint.
Re-enacting the disaster once unleashed by God upon Egypt onto here and now—
As one of the most famed catastrophes recorded in the Holy Book, the essence of the Frost Hail disaster is to annihilate all life, cruelly destroying everything through freezing.
Lawrence’s role among them was that of a tool providing aim, as a bridge, guiding the Authority Relic locked in Border·Canaan to target here, then unleash punishment.
With such exaggerated destructive force, it’s not surprising.
But how did Huai Shi accomplish this?
He could see, in front of him now was just an empty shell, not to mention Stigmata, even the soul and divine nature had completely vanished, as if eaten clean...
Died thoroughly.
"Does Tengu Mountain have such capabilities?" he asked incredulously.
"When you’re out there, you always need to have some tricks hidden, right?" Huai Shi waved calmly, "Just a finishing blow, no big deal."
Lawrence’s expression twitched.
Why did I even come here?
It feels like without me, this bastard could’ve crushed Hundred-Eyed Ghost to death right here.
This is just ridiculous.
"How did you know I was attacked?" Huai Shi asked.
"Tobio’s call, an assassin from Group of Thousands of Evils, someone issued a bounty on you..." Lawrence glanced at him: "You better be careful, your head is worth quite a bit now, second only to Tobio."
"That’s too flattering, what would other big shots think when they see it." Huai Shi shrugged, indifferent.
