Fun fact: never speak the true name of an Evil God of the Old Days!
Or rather, no one even knew their true names to begin with; there was simply no way for such information to be passed down.
Besides, in this world, no one knew for sure if calling out to an Evil God would cause them to fixate on you.
Although many weren't even sure if the Old Days actually existed, it was still best not to court death.
Meanwhile, Zhulong stood frozen in place, his pupil-less eyes staring fixedly at Bai Feifei.
How was this possible?
What did she just say?
The moment the words “Mother of All Souls” left the woman's mouth, a small portion of the power inside Zhulong's body throbbed uncontrollably, as if awakened from a deep slumber by something.
The sensation made his entire body stiffen for a split second.
Despite his years of devout prayer, that power had never once responded to him!
Had she... actually called out that entity's true name?!
At that exact moment, the oppressive urge to kneel and worship suddenly vanished from the area.
The suffocating sensation of having one's heartbeat and blood flow manipulated also disappeared in an instant.
The fear gripping everyone's hearts slowly began to dissipate.
Everyone stared at Bai Feifei, their eyes filled with utter shock.
Only now did some people belatedly recall what the goal of the Masked Hermit Society was.
Of course she would know the true name of an Evil God!
Could her participation in this Graduation Show also be for some deeper reason?
Bai Feifei herself was a bit dazed, observing the looks of the people around her through her mind.
Only now did she belatedly realize that casually dropping the name of an Evil God of the Old Days was apparently a highly shocking feat.
And yet, she had known what to call that entity since the very first day she met Xu Mo...
Thinking about it now, that seemed entirely incomprehensible...
Zhulong gritted his teeth, his face twitching. The lofty aura he had built up was shattered to pieces the instant Xu Mo uttered “Mother of All Souls.”
“How is this possible...” he muttered through gritted teeth.
Xu Mo continued to look down his nose at him, a highly disdainful smirk playing on his lips.
“What? You don't even know the name of your own self-proclaimed daddy?”
“Then again, that makes sense,” Xu Mo continued in a nonchalant tone.
“Why don't you believe in me instead? There's no point in believing in those things. When the world blows up, your daddy won't care about you anyway.”
“If you believe in me... well, I won't care about you either, but at least you'll know my name.”
Zhulong didn't speak. Veins bulged on his forehead as he stared fixedly at the woman before him.
Speaking so disrespectfully of that entity, was she really not afraid of a backlash at all?!
Near the back of the crowd, Xiao Xinghan had been staring at Zhulong from the very beginning. Inside his earthy-yellow eyes, his Word Soul was constantly active.
Too many people he couldn't see through had appeared today, and this Zhulong was one of them.
Suddenly, his brow twitched, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant.
He abruptly shut his eyes and bent over, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
“Cough—!”
The blood splattered onto the red soil beneath his feet and was absorbed instantly.
Zhulong turned his head, his gaze landing on Xiao Xinghan as his lips curled into a cold sneer.
“Do not gaze upon things you are not meant to see.”
Seeing Xiao Xinghan cough up blood, Hong Jiu was startled, his brow furrowing.
He patted Xiao Xinghan on the shoulder, seemingly out of concern for his teammate, but in the next second, his body exploded into flames.
The flames reassembled right in front of Zhulong, and Aries Hong Jiu materialized before him.
“Fuck you!”
A roar tore through the sky as his flaming fist smashed straight toward the man's face.
He had watched for too long, and he was sick of it.
After all this talk, why hadn't anyone tried to just punch this guy in the face?!
“Cut the crap! I don't give a damn about any of your nonsense!”
“Since you've shown your face, theoretically speaking, if I kill you, everything will be solved, right?!”
His flaming fist struck the air, unleashing visible waves of heat and shockwaves.
Zhulong drifted backward effortlessly, like a piece of gauze blown by the wind.
At the same time, he swept one hand forward, colliding with Aries's fist.
Boom!
Flames erupted from the point of contact, sending sparks flying. The resulting shockwave whipped through the hair of the onlookers, knocking several people off their feet.
Many still hadn't grasped the situation, shocked that Aries had made a move so suddenly.
Amid the rumbling, Aries flew backward through the air, landing firmly on his feet. He looked up at his opponent.
Seeing the effortless ease with which his opponent carried himself, Aries grinned, his teeth flashing with a cold, grim light.
“Is that all?”
His action served as a signal to the others. Xie Jin, who had been silent all this time, also moved.
Electrical arcs crackled across his body as he transformed into a bolt of silver lightning, using his Lightning Escape to charge at Zhulong.
He was very different from his brother; rather than technical research, he preferred physical action.
At the same time, Xie Jin sneered.
He stared at Zhulong, his voice dripping with unconcealed contempt:
“I almost let myself get intimidated by all that nonsense you were spewing earlier!”
“You stray dogs who betrayed your own kind...”
“So you've found yourselves a new master.”
“Do you recognize me?!”
The moment Zhulong saw Xie Jin, his movements faltered slightly.
Their eyes locked, and Xie Jin threw a punch, continuing his taunt:
“Instead of crawling in the gutters where you belong, you dare to come out and play god?!”
Before his voice could even fade, the electrical arcs around him flared violently.
Zhulong's expression turned incredibly grim.
It was not that he was afraid of fighting Xie Jin and Aries; rather, he felt that the atmosphere had shifted completely in an instant.
—The fear had vanished!
No one seemed to care about his mysterious, terrifying aura anymore. Instead, they were already evaluating him as an opponent they could potentially defeat.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glared viciously at “Bai Feifei,” who was casually watching from a distance.
Everything had started with this person's appearance!
Unsure of what trump cards her organization held, he had ultimately been forced to reveal himself ahead of schedule to confront them.
As a result, he hadn't been able to pressure them step-by-step to grind down their mental states and resilience, wasting much of his preparation.
Then, she had spoken the name of the “Mother of All Souls,” throwing even his own composure into complete disarray...
What on earth was that organization planning?!
For a moment, Zhulong's eyes were filled with wariness and murderous intent.
Standing next to Xu Mo, He Jinfan suddenly smiled, shook his head, and spoke with an air of absolute calm.
“Heh. The moment you call out the devil's name, your fear is instantly halved, is that it?”
He Jinfan deliberately spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.
The crowd's hearts trembled, and they all turned their gazes toward “Bai Feifei.”
Indeed, it felt as though that single sentence had changed everything. The moment she called out the name of the Evil God of the Old Days, they subconsciously felt that the Masked Hermit Society was an entity on equal footing with the opponent.
Since this organization was here, they surely had a way to resolve this!
Xu Mo: ?
He glanced at He Jinfan beside him, utterly bewildered.
What a show-off!
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