In the future, he really should bring this guy along whenever he went out. The sheer level of his bragging was surprising even to him.
“You should learn a thing or two from this guy in the future, you know?” Xu Mo said to Bai Feifei in his mind.
Bai Feifei: “...”
“What am I supposed to learn...”
She couldn't gauge this man's strength, but looking solely at his behavior, she found much of it highly embarrassing. She just couldn't understand why he seemed to enjoy it so much.
Was there even a single normal person in this Masked Hermit Society?
Then again, a normal person probably wouldn't be able to join this Old-Timer's organization anyway.
Meanwhile, feeling everyone's gaze on him, the corners of He Jinfan's mouth curled up frantically behind his mask.
He immediately clasped his hands behind his back, swaying his head as he continued,
“Besides, that can't even be considered a top-tier devil. This believer's strength is also incredibly low.”
Xu Mo could barely keep a straight face.
He immediately looked at He Jinfan with a half-smile and said,
“In that case, why don't you go up and finish him off right now?”
The smile on He Jinfan's face vanished instantly. After freezing for a few seconds, he spoke with great reluctance,
“A minor character like him... let's let him struggle a bit longer.”
“Besides, I want to see what other tricks he has up his sleeve. If he truly has something related to the Mother of All Souls, it shouldn't just be this.”
Xu Mo chuckled, choosing not to expose him.
By now, Aries and Xie Jin were double-teaming Zhulong, having unleashed their respective Word Souls.
Instantly, lightning and fire erupted everywhere, painting a picture of another apocalyptic disaster within the windless zone.
Yet, even under the onslaught of two top-tier Edgerunners, Zhulong didn't seem to be struggling. The patterns of his tattoos flashed across his body, and he hadn't even used his Word Soul yet.
Though the clash appeared fierce, neither side had resorted to life-or-death measures yet; it felt more like a mutual probing.
Watching the battle, the fear in the onlookers' hearts gradually began to dissipate.
It seems... is that all?
Although Zhulong handled them with ease, he hadn't displayed the strength to instantly kill Hong Jiu and Xie Jin.
A confrontation of this level was still within their realm of understanding. He didn't seem to match their previous expectations of the ultimate mastermind behind the North District.
In the midst of the battle, Hong Jiu grinned and mocked, “You talked a big game, but if this is all you've got, it's pretty boring.”
Zhulong's expression grew increasingly grim.
His mind was in disarray, his original plans completely shattered.
Did I really just come here to trade blows?
He felt as though he had been placed on the defensive ever since the Masked Hermit Society appeared.
But now, he saw the looks in the eyes of the people around him.
Those eyes held curiosity and surprise, but no fear.
For the first time, a trace of genuine rage flashed in Zhulong's pupil-less eyes.
“It seems inferior creatures do not understand respect.”
He suddenly spoke.
“It seems a more direct approach is necessary after all.”
He raised his right hand, his fingers suddenly clenching tightly in the air.
“Allow me to help you better understand His power.”
At that exact moment, everyone present felt as if their blood had been set on fire.
Their blood raged within their veins, slamming against the vessel walls as if it were about to burst directly out of their bodies.
Several students standing on the periphery didn't even have time to react before their heads exploded right off their necks.
Splat!
Like watermelons bursting open, thick red liquid splattered onto the faces and bodies of those nearby.
Before the screams could even ring out, others began clutching their heads, blood starting to seep from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths.
“Aaaah! My head! My head feels like it's going to explode!”
“What is this? Why is it starting again?!”
“I don't want to die! I don't want to die!”
The crowd instantly descended into chaos. Screams, cries, and pleas for help fused into a deafening din.
The fear had returned.
And it was far more intense than before.
Zhulong stood there, watching the chaotic crowd before him, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“This is more like it.”
“Feel it well—the power of the Mother Goddess.”
Right at that moment, a female voice suddenly rang out amidst the chaos.
【The Revolutionary's Blood, a Profusion of Color!】
Wan Qianhong's voice was firm, acting like an anchor of stability amidst the noisy screams.
The force disrupting the blood within everyone's bodies was forcefully held at bay by her Word Soul.
Zhulong's expression stiffened slightly. He turned his head, his gaze landing on Wan Qianhong.
He felt a strange power. To be honest, this kind of Word Soul was indeed quite rare.
Standing at the very front of the crowd, veins bulged on her forehead, and her face was deathly pale under the severe backlash of her Word Soul.
Zhulong looked at her with a hint of surprise, then smiled.
“Quite a peculiar power.”
“With your level of strength, you wish to reject the Mother Goddess's power? You are merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, blood began to pour from Wan Qianhong's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth in the next second.
Blood welled from the corners of her eyes, her nostrils, her ears, and her mouth simultaneously, streaming down her chin and dyeing her collar a deep crimson.
It felt as if a screwdriver had been thrust into her brain and violently twisted!
Wan Qianhong didn't look at him. She merely lowered her head slowly, glancing at the camera pinned to her chest.
The red indicator light on the camera was still blinking intermittently.
She took a deep breath, and a sudden grin spread across her face.
The smile was strained, her lips entirely coated in blood, her teeth stained red.
“Is the power of an Evil God of the Old Days only this much?”
“My teacher told me back then...”
“...to never back down!”
Miraculously, through the intermittent signal, this scene penetrated the towering red wind wall that connected heaven and earth, transmitting onto the screens of the outside world.
It just so happened that Xie Xuan, Liu Yun, and the others saw it.
Or rather, they had been closely monitoring those intermittently transmitted feeds from the very beginning.
Xie Xuan stood in front of the console, staring at the blood-soaked woman.
His mouth hung open, but he didn't know what to say.
After a long silence, he slowly turned his head to look at Liu Yun beside him.
“Your disciple?”
He had a feeling that the girl's words were intentionally directed at someone.
Maintaining her Heavenly Soldier formation, Liu Yun turned her face away and stopped looking at the screen, acting as though she hadn't heard a thing.
...
Within the windless zone.
Zhulong stared at Wan Qianhong, wondering how she was still holding out. Just as he was about to speak, a ball of fire exploded in front of him once more.
“Where the fuck are you looking?!”
Hong Jiu's fist smashed forward. This punch was noticeably heavier than before, the temperature of the flames burning even hotter.
Looking at Wan Qianhong's condition, they all knew it was time to get serious.
What on earth was Zhulong trying to do? What level of power could he mobilize from this environment? It was time to find out.
Zhulong frowned slightly. Ignoring Wan Qianhong for the moment, he clashed fists with Hong Jiu and drifted back half a step as light as a feather.
Then, he raised his other hand and gave a gentle wave toward the direction of the windless zone.
The barrier at the edge of the windless zone began to slowly dissipate.
The red wind howled as the windless zone vanished, exposing the dense swarms of aberrations waiting outside.
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