The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect! Seeing this woman appear in the underground bar, Tian Lingling’s face paled dramatically, and the glass in his hand shattered with a “crack.”
The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect? When did she start targeting me? I’ve had no interactions with anyone from the Ending Killing Sect. Li Xianzong’s face registered shock as information about the Palace Master automatically surfaced in his mind.
A Musician by class, suspected to be at the peak of the Saint Realm, she had recently withdrawn with ease from an encirclement by the Xiahou Family and was currently wanted.
“Uncle Tian, what’s the deal with the Chu Family’s annihilation? She seems to have come specifically for you?” Li Xianzong stealthily slipped his hand into his pocket and took hold of the chalk.
“Li Xianzong, you damn well got me killed!”
Tian Lingling’s face turned an ashen hue. Hearing the words “Chu Family’s annihilation,” he knew this woman had come for him. He had no idea when Li Xianzong had caught her attention, and she had followed the trail to find this place.
“Kid, I’ll hold her off later; you find a way to get out first.” Although Tian Lingling felt like exploding Li Xianzong’s head, he still made the rational decision.
He was a Level 5 Mist Lord, with the combat power of Evil Classes, capable of arm wrestling with Level 6 Lawful Classes.
Although the Palace Master was at the peak of the Saint Realm and unbeatable, he could still tangle with her for a while.
Besides, there were twenty or thirty Evil Class individuals here, each a twisted soul with formidable combat skills known as walkers.
At that moment, the scoundrels in the underground bar hadn’t yet realized what was happening.
A few men near the staircase, with ambiguous expressions, whistled and teased:
“Little sister, dressed up so pretty for a night out? Tsk, that dress is nice, you look like an ancient noble lady.”
“Noble lady, lift your dress and let the brothers have a look.”
Laughter erupted among them, thinking the girl in the antique red dress had come to the underground bar for leisure like them.
The Palace Master turned her head to look at the man who had just jeered.
The next moment, a thin thread, fine as a hair, lashed out with a piercing shriek.
The man’s lewd smile froze on his face, followed by his head slowly sliding off his neck.
The red thread wound around the head, rolling it toward the staircase, trailing blood, all the way to the hem of the Palace Master’s dress.
She lifted her delicate and fair foot, stepping on the face of the head, and giggled coyly, “Do you like the view under my skirt?”
The underground bar plunged into dead silence.
Who is this lunatic?
This deranged laughter, this decisiveness in killing, she was more bloodthirsty than the Bewitching Demon and more twisted than an Illusionist.
Tian Lingling shouted:
“Be careful, everyone, she’s the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect, a peak Saint Realm Musician. Let’s unite and take her down.”
A rustling sound filled the air as everyone stood up, their faces grave as they stared at the red-dressed woman at the staircase.
Several men and women stopped what they were doing, the women releasing the legs they had wrapped around the men’s waists. They hadn’t even put on their clothes or pants before they hastily prepared to face the enemy.
So, this madwoman is the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect, that figures.
As native walkers of Songhai, they naturally recognized the name of the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect, a powerhouse second to none beneath the Elder-level.
“Damn it, Tian Lingling, I came here to spend money for pleasure, not to seek death.”
“Don’t be afraid, if this woman dares to come here, we’ll tire her out with a war of attrition. No one beneath Sovereign Level should even think about getting out alive.”
“Tian Lingling is also a Saint, with our assistance, we shouldn’t fear this crazy woman.”
The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect bent down, dipped her palm in the fresh blood atop the severed head, and gently smeared it on her silver mask, creating a hauntingly beautiful face.
The next second, countless slender Red Strings extended behind her, blooming like a cluster of red flowers yet resembling twisted, terrifying tentacles.
The bartender grabbed a shotgun from the drawer under the bar and tossed it to Tian Lingling at the counter, who caught it and aimed at the Palace Master, pulling the trigger.
“Bang!”
Gunsmoke billowed from the barrel as the shot spread out towards the staircase.
The powerful shotgun blast was effortlessly deflected by those hair-like Red Strings.
This shot set off the free-for-all, with the Evil Walkers by the booths drawing guns, taking out Items, and those without anything, relying on Skills and hand-to-hand combat.
The Palace Master lifted her snow-white slender neck, and an exquisite and sonorous singing voice burst forth.
As the melody echoed, the minds of the thugs in the underground bar grew slightly hazy, their desire to kill dissipated, fear smoothed over, and their mindset became incredibly peaceful.
Musicians can transmit emotions through their singing, affecting the listeners.
Mainstream Musicians have three main abilities: Hypnosis, Soothing, and Encouragement.
But a seasoned Musician might perform more refined manipulations, such as enhancing the emotions contained within a song and lyrics, causing listeners to feel corresponding emotions.
The more types of songs they know, the more methods they have at their disposal.
In the moment when everyone lost their fighting spirit and were soothed, the Red Strings behind the Palace Master lashed out, dividing into two groups, one targeting the Evil Walkers by the booths, the other targeting Tian Lingling and Li Xianzong at the counter.
Pfft, pfft, pfft.
Six or seven people were instantly pierced through the head and heart by the Red Strings, dying silently.
An Illusionist, just before her death, let out a shrill scream.
Her voice couldn’t compare to the Palace Master’s singing, but like a pebble creating ripples, it helped Tian Lingling, who was struggling against the song, to jerk awake, breaking free from the melody with the help of the mental shock from the Illusionist.
Li Xianzong suddenly awoke, without thinking, Summoned a filthy, smelly overcoat and draped it over himself.
He closed his eyes, murmuring to himself, “You can’t hit me, you can’t hit me.”
The Red Strings that shot towards him pierced his abdomen, thighs, and arms, but strangely parted around his head and heart, with some flying towards the ceiling and others falling to the ground.
He was using the third ability of this Saint Level Item—Fortune Enhancement!
Knowing that Curses and Fortune Reduction wouldn’t affect the Palace Master, he decided to simply make his own luck a bit better.
“Hisss~”
Li Xianzong’s face twitched with pain.
On the other hand, Tian Lingling stood firm, his muscles bulging and tearing through his outer garment. With a “ripping” sound, two ethereal, not fully solid arms emerged from his shoulder blades, one holding a long blade and the other a short dagger.
With one long and one short blade, he sliced through the incoming Red Strings.
The Red Strings fluttered to the ground like a red rain.
Tian Lingling was about to engage the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect with her dual blades in close combat when she saw the woman in the red dress at the stairway entrance snap her fingers with a flick of her snow-white wrist.
“Snap!”
The severed red threads came to life once again, entwining around Tian Lingling like tentacles, binding her layer by layer.
The threads tightened, constricting, and slowly cutting into the skin of the Level 5 Mist Lord, with blood trickling from the slit-like wounds.
“Sovereign?”
Tian Lingling’s face finally changed.
A Level 5 Mist Lord possesses a signature Skill—Copper Head, Iron Arm.
This Skill cemented the Bewitching Demon’s dominance in the realm of close combat, and Tian Lingling was extremely confident in her defenses, believing that not even a Lawful Class at the Peak of Saint Realm could easily breach her protection.
But upon the first encounter, her proud steel body was penetrated by the red threads of the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect.
Since when had she become a Sovereign? The Slaughter Instance hadn’t even started yet.
“Sovereign?” Li Xianzong felt a shudder in his heart and quickly distanced himself from Tian Lingling, fleeing towards the corner of the underground bar. At the same time, he reached into his pocket for a piece of Chalk.
Her real target is Tian Lingling, not me. As long as Tian Lingling can hold off this madwoman, I can escape.
Atop Tian Lingling’s bald head, the twisted tattoos began to shine with a dark light, transforming into a vortex that twisted the mind, creating illusions for the eyes and hallucinations for the ears.
The patterns on Tian Lingling’s head were not tattoos but a manifestation of the enhanced power of Bewitchment at the Supernatural Stage. For a Bewitching Demon, Runes hide within the eyes, and upon reaching the Saint Realm, the Runes slowly spread throughout the body.
By the time one reaches the Sovereign Realm, runes of Bewitchment cover the entire body, and a mere glance by a lower-level Walker can cause their sanity to crumble under the influence of Bewitchment.
“Kill her, no matter the cost,” Tian Lingling’s voice was low and ethereal.
Immediately, the surviving Evil Classes near the booth, with blood-red eyes, charged at the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect without a second thought.
The Palace Master raised her arm and swung forcefully, releasing a dense fountain of red threads that swept across the room in a twisted display.
Chaos ensued as chair backs were severed, the bar was marked with fine cracks, tables split in half with clean cuts, and the bodies of the Evil Classes were torn asunder, with heads flying, bodies bisected, and limbs separated.
Li Xianzong, relying on a blessing, dodged most of the attack but suddenly felt a pain in his neck as he was grazed by a thread-like red line.
Clutching his neck, he staggered back, blood spurting through his fingers.
“Blood, I need blood,” Li Xianzong’s gaze swept around wildly until he caught sight of an Evil Walker a few meters away, his upper body separated from the lower, struggling in pain but not yet dead.
He stumbled towards his target.
Meanwhile, Tian Lingling took the opportunity to slash through the red threads binding her and fled towards the back door of the bar. During the escape, she grabbed an old black pottery jar from her Inventory and smashed it on the ground.
In an instant, the space was filled with layers of twisted illusions.
The Palace Master’s body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a red torrent that surged into the illusions, pursuing Tian Lingling.
Li Xianzong seized the opportunity, pulling out a Butterfly Knife and stabbing it into the heart of the Evil Walker.
The Bloodthirsty Passive of the Bewitching Demon was triggered, and Li Xianzong’s pupils lit up with scarlet light as he incessantly drained the essence and blood of his foe, with the wound on his neck slowly healing.
Ignoring the terrifying and twisted illusions around him, he quickly crouched down and drew a circle on the ground beside him.
A yellowish light screen descended, enveloping him and making him disappear.
Back door of the bar.
The ground here was littered with arms, thighs, torsos, and steaming organs mixed with fresh blood flowing out.
The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect stepped barefoot on the bloodstains, holding Tian Lingling’s head in her hand. She pieced the torso back together bit by bit.
Then, she draped a black cloak that emanated Yin Qi over her shoulders, and in an instant, her pupils surged with dark and viscous power that connected with the Spirit Body within the remnants.
“Tian Lingling, earth spirit, tell me which Celestial King led the massacre of the Chu Family twenty-one years ago, and where are the Rule-type Items of the Chu Family?”
She mumbled the incantation a few times and then swallowed the Spirit Body whole.
Official Forum.
#Li Xianzong Attacks Pingtai Hospital, Targeting the Primordial Celestial Lord#
At noon today, a post surged to the top of the Official Forum, marked in red and pinned.
“A reliable senior from the Taiyi Sect revealed that the attack on Pingtai Hospital in Songhai today was a hunt against the Primordial Celestial Lord meticulously planned by Li Xianzong of the Bingzhu Cult.
“Fortunately, although the Primordial Celestial Lord was seriously injured, he survived. After this incident, we can analyze the gap in combat power between the two sides. According to the senior from the Taiyi Sect, a dense fog shrouded the interior of the hospital and dissipated in just two minutes.
“However, when colleagues from the Songhai Branch found the Primordial Celestial Lord, he was hanging by a thread. This shows that Li Xianzong is extremely powerful and should not be underestimated.”
“This attack marks the beginning of the trial for Evil Classes. Colleagues from all Branches, please be vigilant against possible sneak attacks in the near future.
“As for the follow-up between the Primordial Celestial Lord and Li Xianzong, this post will be continuously updated, so everyone, please click and follow.”
During this period, Official Walkers from various places have been on high alert, but so far, things have been relatively calm. As the post said, the terror event created by Li Xianzong is indeed the beginning of the trial for the Evil Faction.
Next, the Evil Classes in various places will certainly move upon hearing the news, selecting their targets to hunt.
“Long Road Ahead: I didn’t expect that the Primordial Celestial Lord couldn’t withstand Li Xianzong, not even for two minutes, which was surprising.”
“Regret for the Past: The Primordial Celestial Lord still lacks some depth. Although strong in the Supernatural Stage, there’s still a considerable gap compared to the real top contenders. This conflict has somewhat clarified his level.”
“Call Me Queen: Why aren’t the two above calling him ‘Celestial Lord’? Don’t boost others’ morale at the expense of your own prestige. The Primordial Celestial Lord has only been a spirit realm walker for over a month. Give him another half a year, and he might not lose to Li Xianzong.”
“Little Pig George: I knew he would be targeted by the Evil Organization, just didn’t expect it to be Li Xianzong. I hope he can withstand this storm.”
“Jiang Yang: To be safe, I think the Primordial Celestial Lord should hide for a while to avoid the limelight.”
“Sentimental Jenny: Old Jiang is showing his defeatist attitude again. Why hide? Hunt down Li Xianzong, take him out, and claim the bounty.”
In the forum, Official Walkers from various places actively voiced their opinions and joined the discussion.
Every mid-year and year-end, the forum is always the liveliest, but also the heaviest. Perhaps a colleague who made a meritorious deed today, might die from an attack by the Evil Classes tomorrow.
In the face of Li Xianzong’s high-profile attack, Official Walkers from various places are angry but helpless.
After all, it wasn’t in their Territory.
At most, they would suggest that the Primordial Celestial Lord lay low, as a gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years. A moment of patience in a moment of anger prevents a thousand moments of regret. Perhaps without him having to take action, in a few days, Li Xianzong will die in an encirclement.
In the Songhai Branch, Official Walkers from other districts assertively talk about hunting down Li Xianzong.
Between the lines, they complain about the incompetence of the Official Walkers in Kangyang District.
Black Market.
The Boxing King, leading several team members, patrols his turf, maintaining order.
Spirit realm walkers from Songhai are not panicked by the confrontation between Factions; on the contrary, they frequent the Black Market even more.
On one hand, during critical times, intelligence and information become especially important, and on the other hand, during such times, the Black Market welcomes a surge in betting.
Betting is one of humanity’s vices.
A team member beside the Boxing King frequently glances at the betting table and whispers:
“Boss, the odds for the Primordial Celestial Lord against Li Xianzong have reached 1:20. You just came back from a meeting today, you must have some intelligence, right? What do you think about betting on him to win?”
The Boxing King glanced at him: “You can bet on a ‘draw,’ but don’t bet on the Primordial Celestial Lord winning.”
The followers behind him immediately understood that the post on the forum was telling the truth.
As night falls, Huayu Hotel.
In the presidential suite, Xie Lingxi sits on the balcony, frowning as she refreshes the Official Forum of the Five Elements Alliance over and over.
Her female assistant stands to one side, reporting:
“I’ve already inquired with the Second Team in Kangyang District, the Primordial Celestial Lord is at home recuperating and is not in serious trouble. However, I heard that when the officials found him, he was hanging by a thread.
“Miss, if you’re concerned about the Primordial Celestial Lord, why not call him yourself?”
Xie Lingxi replied irritably:
“You’ve never been in love, I can’t be bothered to explain it to you.”
Aren’t you the same? The assistant felt unjustly ridiculed in her heart.
Xie Lingxi slightly knitted her brows: “If the post isn’t exaggerating, then the gap between Brother Primordial and Li Xianzong is indeed huge, sigh, he’s in danger this time, it’s best to avoid the limelight.”
The assistant said: “After all, he is a talent nurtured by the Bingzhu Cult, one of the best in the Supernatural Stage.”
Xie Lingxi closed her laptop, looked at the assistant, and said:
“My dad previously told me to observe Brother Primordial more, and now that this has happened, he hasn’t contacted me. Heh, he must have spoken to you in private today, what did he say?”
The assistant hesitated, then told the truth: “He didn’t say much, the head of the family told me to wait and see, to keep a close watch on you during this period, and not to have any contact with the Primordial Celestial Lord. He probably wants to see if he can survive.”
“I understand, investment must be cautious, he’s always had that style,” Xie Lingxi said with a pout.
But I have my own style.
She grabbed her phone and sent a coquettish voice message: “Brother Primordial, can you come to the hotel tomorrow? I’d like to treat you to a meal.”
In the bedroom, Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. His mental power settled within him, mobilizing the Lunar Power to slowly nourish the Little goof.
His complexion was a bit sallow, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
Even with the robust vitality of the Night Wandering Deity, he would need another couple of days to fully recover.
As he nurtured the Little goof, he replayed the battle from the day over and over in his mind.
No matter how he thought to counter, there was no chance for victory. Without the Red Dance Shoes by his side and with the level gap, using the Red Bridal Veil to scare off the opponent was the lowest-risk strategy.
“But I only have one last use of the Red Bridal Veil left, and Li Xianzong has a ‘teleportation’ Item. He’s not like the Reckless Rampage of before. If he attacks me one or two more times, I’m as good as dead.
“I must level up to Level 3 as soon as possible.”
Suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of Li Xianzong, it was impossible not to feel disheartened. Although the other was higher in level, in terms of age, they were close to each other, both part of the same generation and both in the Supernatural Stage.
Trying to comfort himself with the excuse that he had been a spirit realm walker for too short a time felt somewhat like self-deception.
Not only had he been seriously injured today, but the Little goof had also nearly been scared to death.
He definitely had to avenge this, but thinking of the difference in combat power between them, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sense of disheartenment and powerlessness.
At that moment, light footsteps came from outside the door.
Just by the sound of the steps, he knew Jiang Yuer had arrived.
The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect! Seeing this woman appear in the underground bar, Tian Lingling’s face paled dramatically, and the glass in his hand shattered with a “crack.”
The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect? When did she start targeting me? I’ve had no interactions with anyone from the Ending Killing Sect. Li Xianzong’s face registered shock as information about the Palace Master automatically surfaced in his mind.
A Musician by class, suspected to be at the peak of the Saint Realm, she had recently withdrawn with ease from an encirclement by the Xiahou Family and was currently wanted.
“Uncle Tian, what’s the deal with the Chu Family’s annihilation? She seems to have come specifically for you?” Li Xianzong stealthily slipped his hand into his pocket and took hold of the chalk.
“Li Xianzong, you damn well got me killed!”
Tian Lingling’s face turned an ashen hue. Hearing the words “Chu Family’s annihilation,” he knew this woman had come for him. He had no idea when Li Xianzong had caught her attention, and she had followed the trail to find this place.
“Kid, I’ll hold her off later; you find a way to get out first.” Although Tian Lingling felt like exploding Li Xianzong’s head, he still made the rational decision.
He was a Level 5 Mist Lord, with the combat power of Evil Classes, capable of arm wrestling with Level 6 Lawful Classes.
Although the Palace Master was at the peak of the Saint Realm and unbeatable, he could still tangle with her for a while.
Besides, there were twenty or thirty Evil Class individuals here, each a twisted soul with formidable combat skills known as walkers.
At that moment, the scoundrels in the underground bar hadn’t yet realized what was happening.
A few men near the staircase, with ambiguous expressions, whistled and teased:
“Little sister, dressed up so pretty for a night out? Tsk, that dress is nice, you look like an ancient noble lady.”
“Noble lady, lift your dress and let the brothers have a look.”
Laughter erupted among them, thinking the girl in the antique red dress had come to the underground bar for leisure like them.
The Palace Master turned her head to look at the man who had just jeered.
The next moment, a thin thread, fine as a hair, lashed out with a piercing shriek.
The man’s lewd smile froze on his face, followed by his head slowly sliding off his neck.
The red thread wound around the head, rolling it toward the staircase, trailing blood, all the way to the hem of the Palace Master’s dress.
She lifted her delicate and fair foot, stepping on the face of the head, and giggled coyly, “Do you like the view under my skirt?”
The underground bar plunged into dead silence.
Who is this lunatic?
This deranged laughter, this decisiveness in killing, she was more bloodthirsty than the Bewitching Demon and more twisted than an Illusionist.
Tian Lingling shouted:
“Be careful, everyone, she’s the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect, a peak Saint Realm Musician. Let’s unite and take her down.”
A rustling sound filled the air as everyone stood up, their faces grave as they stared at the red-dressed woman at the staircase.
Several men and women stopped what they were doing, the women releasing the legs they had wrapped around the men’s waists. They hadn’t even put on their clothes or pants before they hastily prepared to face the enemy.
So, this madwoman is the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect, that figures.
As native walkers of Songhai, they naturally recognized the name of the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect, a powerhouse second to none beneath the Elder-level.
“Damn it, Tian Lingling, I came here to spend money for pleasure, not to seek death.”
“Don’t be afraid, if this woman dares to come here, we’ll tire her out with a war of attrition. No one beneath Sovereign Level should even think about getting out alive.”
“Tian Lingling is also a Saint, with our assistance, we shouldn’t fear this crazy woman.”
The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect bent down, dipped her palm in the fresh blood atop the severed head, and gently smeared it on her silver mask, creating a hauntingly beautiful face.
The next second, countless slender Red Strings extended behind her, blooming like a cluster of red flowers yet resembling twisted, terrifying tentacles.
The bartender grabbed a shotgun from the drawer under the bar and tossed it to Tian Lingling at the counter, who caught it and aimed at the Palace Master, pulling the trigger.
“Bang!”
Gunsmoke billowed from the barrel as the shot spread out towards the staircase.
The powerful shotgun blast was effortlessly deflected by those hair-like Red Strings.
This shot set off the free-for-all, with the Evil Walkers by the booths drawing guns, taking out Items, and those without anything, relying on Skills and hand-to-hand combat.
The Palace Master lifted her snow-white slender neck, and an exquisite and sonorous singing voice burst forth.
As the melody echoed, the minds of the thugs in the underground bar grew slightly hazy, their desire to kill dissipated, fear smoothed over, and their mindset became incredibly peaceful.
Musicians can transmit emotions through their singing, affecting the listeners.
Mainstream Musicians have three main abilities: Hypnosis, Soothing, and Encouragement.
But a seasoned Musician might perform more refined manipulations, such as enhancing the emotions contained within a song and lyrics, causing listeners to feel corresponding emotions.
The more types of songs they know, the more methods they have at their disposal.
In the moment when everyone lost their fighting spirit and were soothed, the Red Strings behind the Palace Master lashed out, dividing into two groups, one targeting the Evil Walkers by the booths, the other targeting Tian Lingling and Li Xianzong at the counter.
Pfft, pfft, pfft.
Six or seven people were instantly pierced through the head and heart by the Red Strings, dying silently.
An Illusionist, just before her death, let out a shrill scream.
Her voice couldn’t compare to the Palace Master’s singing, but like a pebble creating ripples, it helped Tian Lingling, who was struggling against the song, to jerk awake, breaking free from the melody with the help of the mental shock from the Illusionist.
Li Xianzong suddenly awoke, without thinking, Summoned a filthy, smelly overcoat and draped it over himself.
He closed his eyes, murmuring to himself, “You can’t hit me, you can’t hit me.”
The Red Strings that shot towards him pierced his abdomen, thighs, and arms, but strangely parted around his head and heart, with some flying towards the ceiling and others falling to the ground.
He was using the third ability of this Saint Level Item—Fortune Enhancement!
Knowing that Curses and Fortune Reduction wouldn’t affect the Palace Master, he decided to simply make his own luck a bit better.
“Hisss~”
Li Xianzong’s face twitched with pain.
On the other hand, Tian Lingling stood firm, his muscles bulging and tearing through his outer garment. With a “ripping” sound, two ethereal, not fully solid arms emerged from his shoulder blades, one holding a long blade and the other a short dagger.
With one long and one short blade, he sliced through the incoming Red Strings.
The Red Strings fluttered to the ground like a red rain.
Tian Lingling was about to engage the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect with her dual blades in close combat when she saw the woman in the red dress at the stairway entrance snap her fingers with a flick of her snow-white wrist.
“Snap!”
The severed red threads came to life once again, entwining around Tian Lingling like tentacles, binding her layer by layer.
The threads tightened, constricting, and slowly cutting into the skin of the Level 5 Mist Lord, with blood trickling from the slit-like wounds.
“Sovereign?”
Tian Lingling’s face finally changed.
A Level 5 Mist Lord possesses a signature Skill—Copper Head, Iron Arm.
This Skill cemented the Bewitching Demon’s dominance in the realm of close combat, and Tian Lingling was extremely confident in her defenses, believing that not even a Lawful Class at the Peak of Saint Realm could easily breach her protection.
But upon the first encounter, her proud steel body was penetrated by the red threads of the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect.
Since when had she become a Sovereign? The Slaughter Instance hadn’t even started yet.
“Sovereign?” Li Xianzong felt a shudder in his heart and quickly distanced himself from Tian Lingling, fleeing towards the corner of the underground bar. At the same time, he reached into his pocket for a piece of Chalk.
Her real target is Tian Lingling, not me. As long as Tian Lingling can hold off this madwoman, I can escape.
Atop Tian Lingling’s bald head, the twisted tattoos began to shine with a dark light, transforming into a vortex that twisted the mind, creating illusions for the eyes and hallucinations for the ears.
The patterns on Tian Lingling’s head were not tattoos but a manifestation of the enhanced power of Bewitchment at the Supernatural Stage. For a Bewitching Demon, Runes hide within the eyes, and upon reaching the Saint Realm, the Runes slowly spread throughout the body.
By the time one reaches the Sovereign Realm, runes of Bewitchment cover the entire body, and a mere glance by a lower-level Walker can cause their sanity to crumble under the influence of Bewitchment.
“Kill her, no matter the cost,” Tian Lingling’s voice was low and ethereal.
Immediately, the surviving Evil Classes near the booth, with blood-red eyes, charged at the Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect without a second thought.
The Palace Master raised her arm and swung forcefully, releasing a dense fountain of red threads that swept across the room in a twisted display.
Chaos ensued as chair backs were severed, the bar was marked with fine cracks, tables split in half with clean cuts, and the bodies of the Evil Classes were torn asunder, with heads flying, bodies bisected, and limbs separated.
Li Xianzong, relying on a blessing, dodged most of the attack but suddenly felt a pain in his neck as he was grazed by a thread-like red line.
Clutching his neck, he staggered back, blood spurting through his fingers.
“Blood, I need blood,” Li Xianzong’s gaze swept around wildly until he caught sight of an Evil Walker a few meters away, his upper body separated from the lower, struggling in pain but not yet dead.
He stumbled towards his target.
Meanwhile, Tian Lingling took the opportunity to slash through the red threads binding her and fled towards the back door of the bar. During the escape, she grabbed an old black pottery jar from her Inventory and smashed it on the ground.
In an instant, the space was filled with layers of twisted illusions.
The Palace Master’s body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a red torrent that surged into the illusions, pursuing Tian Lingling.
Li Xianzong seized the opportunity, pulling out a Butterfly Knife and stabbing it into the heart of the Evil Walker.
The Bloodthirsty Passive of the Bewitching Demon was triggered, and Li Xianzong’s pupils lit up with scarlet light as he incessantly drained the essence and blood of his foe, with the wound on his neck slowly healing.
Ignoring the terrifying and twisted illusions around him, he quickly crouched down and drew a circle on the ground beside him.
A yellowish light screen descended, enveloping him and making him disappear.
Back door of the bar.
The ground here was littered with arms, thighs, torsos, and steaming organs mixed with fresh blood flowing out.
The Palace Master of the Ending Killing Sect stepped barefoot on the bloodstains, holding Tian Lingling’s head in her hand. She pieced the torso back together bit by bit.
Then, she draped a black cloak that emanated Yin Qi over her shoulders, and in an instant, her pupils surged with dark and viscous power that connected with the Spirit Body within the remnants.
“Tian Lingling, earth spirit, tell me which Celestial King led the massacre of the Chu Family twenty-one years ago, and where are the Rule-type Items of the Chu Family?”
She mumbled the incantation a few times and then swallowed the Spirit Body whole.
Official Forum.
#Li Xianzong Attacks Pingtai Hospital, Targeting the Primordial Celestial Lord#
At noon today, a post surged to the top of the Official Forum, marked in red and pinned.
“A reliable senior from the Taiyi Sect revealed that the attack on Pingtai Hospital in Songhai today was a hunt against the Primordial Celestial Lord meticulously planned by Li Xianzong of the Bingzhu Cult.
“Fortunately, although the Primordial Celestial Lord was seriously injured, he survived. After this incident, we can analyze the gap in combat power between the two sides. According to the senior from the Taiyi Sect, a dense fog shrouded the interior of the hospital and dissipated in just two minutes.
“However, when colleagues from the Songhai Branch found the Primordial Celestial Lord, he was hanging by a thread. This shows that Li Xianzong is extremely powerful and should not be underestimated.”
“This attack marks the beginning of the trial for Evil Classes. Colleagues from all Branches, please be vigilant against possible sneak attacks in the near future.
“As for the follow-up between the Primordial Celestial Lord and Li Xianzong, this post will be continuously updated, so everyone, please click and follow.”
During this period, Official Walkers from various places have been on high alert, but so far, things have been relatively calm. As the post said, the terror event created by Li Xianzong is indeed the beginning of the trial for the Evil Faction.
Next, the Evil Classes in various places will certainly move upon hearing the news, selecting their targets to hunt.
“Long Road Ahead: I didn’t expect that the Primordial Celestial Lord couldn’t withstand Li Xianzong, not even for two minutes, which was surprising.”
“Regret for the Past: The Primordial Celestial Lord still lacks some depth. Although strong in the Supernatural Stage, there’s still a considerable gap compared to the real top contenders. This conflict has somewhat clarified his level.”
“Call Me Queen: Why aren’t the two above calling him ‘Celestial Lord’? Don’t boost others’ morale at the expense of your own prestige. The Primordial Celestial Lord has only been a spirit realm walker for over a month. Give him another half a year, and he might not lose to Li Xianzong.”
“Little Pig George: I knew he would be targeted by the Evil Organization, just didn’t expect it to be Li Xianzong. I hope he can withstand this storm.”
“Jiang Yang: To be safe, I think the Primordial Celestial Lord should hide for a while to avoid the limelight.”
“Sentimental Jenny: Old Jiang is showing his defeatist attitude again. Why hide? Hunt down Li Xianzong, take him out, and claim the bounty.”
In the forum, Official Walkers from various places actively voiced their opinions and joined the discussion.
Every mid-year and year-end, the forum is always the liveliest, but also the heaviest. Perhaps a colleague who made a meritorious deed today, might die from an attack by the Evil Classes tomorrow.
In the face of Li Xianzong’s high-profile attack, Official Walkers from various places are angry but helpless.
After all, it wasn’t in their Territory.
At most, they would suggest that the Primordial Celestial Lord lay low, as a gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years. A moment of patience in a moment of anger prevents a thousand moments of regret. Perhaps without him having to take action, in a few days, Li Xianzong will die in an encirclement.
In the Songhai Branch, Official Walkers from other districts assertively talk about hunting down Li Xianzong.
Between the lines, they complain about the incompetence of the Official Walkers in Kangyang District.
Black Market.
The Boxing King, leading several team members, patrols his turf, maintaining order.
Spirit realm walkers from Songhai are not panicked by the confrontation between Factions; on the contrary, they frequent the Black Market even more.
On one hand, during critical times, intelligence and information become especially important, and on the other hand, during such times, the Black Market welcomes a surge in betting.
Betting is one of humanity’s vices.
A team member beside the Boxing King frequently glances at the betting table and whispers:
“Boss, the odds for the Primordial Celestial Lord against Li Xianzong have reached 1:20. You just came back from a meeting today, you must have some intelligence, right? What do you think about betting on him to win?”
The Boxing King glanced at him: “You can bet on a ‘draw,’ but don’t bet on the Primordial Celestial Lord winning.”
The followers behind him immediately understood that the post on the forum was telling the truth.
As night falls, Huayu Hotel.
In the presidential suite, Xie Lingxi sits on the balcony, frowning as she refreshes the Official Forum of the Five Elements Alliance over and over.
Her female assistant stands to one side, reporting:
“I’ve already inquired with the Second Team in Kangyang District, the Primordial Celestial Lord is at home recuperating and is not in serious trouble. However, I heard that when the officials found him, he was hanging by a thread.
“Miss, if you’re concerned about the Primordial Celestial Lord, why not call him yourself?”
Xie Lingxi replied irritably:
“You’ve never been in love, I can’t be bothered to explain it to you.”
Aren’t you the same? The assistant felt unjustly ridiculed in her heart.
Xie Lingxi slightly knitted her brows: “If the post isn’t exaggerating, then the gap between Brother Primordial and Li Xianzong is indeed huge, sigh, he’s in danger this time, it’s best to avoid the limelight.”
The assistant said: “After all, he is a talent nurtured by the Bingzhu Cult, one of the best in the Supernatural Stage.”
Xie Lingxi closed her laptop, looked at the assistant, and said:
“My dad previously told me to observe Brother Primordial more, and now that this has happened, he hasn’t contacted me. Heh, he must have spoken to you in private today, what did he say?”
The assistant hesitated, then told the truth: “He didn’t say much, the head of the family told me to wait and see, to keep a close watch on you during this period, and not to have any contact with the Primordial Celestial Lord. He probably wants to see if he can survive.”
“I understand, investment must be cautious, he’s always had that style,” Xie Lingxi said with a pout.
But I have my own style.
She grabbed her phone and sent a coquettish voice message: “Brother Primordial, can you come to the hotel tomorrow? I’d like to treat you to a meal.”
In the bedroom, Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. His mental power settled within him, mobilizing the Lunar Power to slowly nourish the Little goof.
His complexion was a bit sallow, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
Even with the robust vitality of the Night Wandering Deity, he would need another couple of days to fully recover.
As he nurtured the Little goof, he replayed the battle from the day over and over in his mind.
No matter how he thought to counter, there was no chance for victory. Without the Red Dance Shoes by his side and with the level gap, using the Red Bridal Veil to scare off the opponent was the lowest-risk strategy.
“But I only have one last use of the Red Bridal Veil left, and Li Xianzong has a ‘teleportation’ Item. He’s not like the Reckless Rampage of before. If he attacks me one or two more times, I’m as good as dead.
“I must level up to Level 3 as soon as possible.”
Suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of Li Xianzong, it was impossible not to feel disheartened. Although the other was higher in level, in terms of age, they were close to each other, both part of the same generation and both in the Supernatural Stage.
Trying to comfort himself with the excuse that he had been a spirit realm walker for too short a time felt somewhat like self-deception.
Not only had he been seriously injured today, but the Little goof had also nearly been scared to death.
He definitely had to avenge this, but thinking of the difference in combat power between them, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sense of disheartenment and powerlessness.
At that moment, light footsteps came from outside the door.
Just by the sound of the steps, he knew Jiang Yuer had arrived.
