The student's voice cracked.
“The Dean?! That's our academy's Dean Zhao!”
A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples, and everyone present erupted. Hearing his words, they all recognized that agonized head.
“Dean Zhao?! How is that possible?!”
“Didn't they say Dean Zhao went to find an opportunity to become a Prophet? How did this happen...”
“Not long ago, Assistant Lin even said Dean Zhao was traveling abroad!”
Ye Yu's eyes widened, and she stared in shock at this tragic scene.
The Dean of Qingping Academy was a prominent figure in Dawn City. Years ago, he had already been a top-tier Edgerunner, only a step away from entering the realm of a Prophet.
To transition from an Edgerunner to a Prophet, one had to pass through a trial of life and death. That was why he had left alone, seeking that dangerous opportunity.
No one had expected him to appear here, in such a distorted, swallowed state.
The newly grown head had its mouth wide open, its face frozen in the agony and despair of his final moments, as if he had been swallowed alive by something.
This showed everyone the cruelty he had experienced and his bleak end today.
No wonder so many experts ceased to improve their strength once they became Edgerunners.
—They were afraid of death!
Only by weathering life and death could one become a Prophet!
But what if you didn't make it through?
...
Zhulong stood before the crowd, his chest heaving violently, his swollen body stretching his skin until it was translucent.
He tilted his head slightly, raising a hand to touch the agonized head on his shoulder, and let out a cruel smile.
“Hehehe...” He grinned. “The Dean of Qingping Academy? So that was his identity.”
“Excellent. He has indeed achieved his goal now and become a Prophet.”
“It's just that the format has changed slightly. He needs to achieve eternal life alongside me and enjoy this glory.”
He paused, his pupil-less eyes sweeping over “Bai Feifei,” and then over He Jinfan, Hong Jiu, Xie Jin...
“Are you all ready?”
“You will also become a part of me.”
As his voice fell, an indescribable pressure erupted from his body.
At this moment, Zhulong's strength had truly stepped into the Prophet level!
It was a pressure entirely different from before.
A wild gale blew. Outside, Liu Yun was defending against the storm, finding it increasingly difficult to hold on.
“Hehehe...” Zhulong laughed, looking up at the sky as he spoke playfully:
“Liu Yun, is it? You'd better hold on tight.”
“After all, I'm no monster. If you can withstand it, Dawn City won't face total annihilation this time. Hahahaha!”
Yet, before Zhulong's smugness could last more than a few seconds, he frowned and raised his head.
His gaze swept across the crowd and landed on one person.
He Jinfan.
The guy was still standing there with his hands in his pockets, completely unmoved, as if Zhulong's massive surge in power meant absolutely nothing to him.
And “Bai Feifei” showed no reaction either.
Zhulong frowned, instantly irritated by their calm demeanor.
“Shall we begin?” he said with a cold laugh.
He Jinfan didn't speak, continuing to put on his front as a master.
What reaction could he possibly have? Even before this, he was absolutely no match for Zhulong!
Now the guy had gotten stronger, but what did that have to do with him?
No matter what, the real Masked Hermit Society definitely had a backup plan. There was no need for him to worry.
After all, they were already going after the corpse of an Evil God. This was a minor scene.
So he chose to keep acting cool, even crossing his arms and giving Zhulong a chin lift.
Meanwhile, “Bai Feifei” raised her head to look at Zhulong, her expression highly bizarre.
Xu Mo was utterly baffled. He had no idea what this guy was showing off for.
Under the vision of his Killing Machine system, he could see that the other party also had those red meridian-like weakness markers on his body.
Clearly, the blood vessel of the Mother of All Souls was also empowering him.
“Do you think you're very strong right now?” Xu Mo spoke with an indescribable expression, as if he were pitying the man.
As an Old-Timer, he had seen plenty. Although a Prophet's strength was indeed troublesome right now, there was no need to go this crazy over it.
He was a bit too short-sighted...
“This... seems rather mediocre.”
“You've gone so far as to worship an Evil God as your sugar daddy, yet this is all the power-up you get?”
Zhulong's cheek twitched.
This wasn't right!
Their reaction was extremely hard for Zhulong to accept!
His pent-up emotions couldn't find an outlet, leaving him feeling like a pressure cooker about to burst.
“You #$%&... @$%!!”
“Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!”
Both heads on his shoulders spoke in unison as this two-headed, four-armed monster loudly vented his frustration.
In the next second, the Prophet-level power within him suddenly erupted.
A violent aura swept across the field like a tsunami, sending everyone nearby flying.
The powerful energy shockwave engulfed everyone. Even someone of Hong Jiu's level couldn't hold his ground, transforming into fire to retreat.
Beyond the Edgerunner rank lay the Prophet rank—that was a completely different world, not something that could be easily opposed.
In an instant, the battlefield was completely cleared. Zhulong's indiscriminate outburst even wiped out a large swath of aberrations.
Only the beast-hybrids, seemingly prepared, had retreated into the ground beforehand.
Meanwhile, Xu Mo didn't resist at all. Riding the momentum of the explosive blast, he flew backward and dove straight into a pile of aberrant corpses.
A foul, nauseating stench instantly enveloped him, making the slightly germaphobic Old-Timer feel extremely uncomfortable.
This was truly undignified, but there was no choice. With too many eyes around, this was his only option.
A touch of brutality surfaced on his face as the black energy surged rapidly around his heart. Xu Mo muttered to himself in a low voice.
【The dark night gave me eyes to tear through reality!】
...
With Zhulong at the center, after that sudden explosion, He Jinfan was the only one left standing on the field!
And now, He Jinfan and Zhulong stared at each other through the yellow mask.
He Jinfan glanced sideways out of the corner of his eye. Finding that “Bai Feifei” was gone, his blood ran cold.
Holy shit!
What are you doing?! How did you get blown away too?
Did I act too cool? What am I supposed to do next?
Zhulong grinned at He Jinfan.
“Good, I knew you were strong!”
“Come, let's start with you! Let me see if your Masked Hermit Society truly has the strength to back up your big words!”
He Jinfan: ?!
Zhulong bent his legs slightly. Just as he was about to burst forward, a rebellious voice rang out from behind him in the next second.
“Who are you starting with again?”
Zhulong's neck hairs instantly stood on end, and he whipped his head around.
...
Outside, Liu Yun stared at the scene, her eyes widening and her hands trembling as she gasped in disbelief:
“He's actually in there?!”
“Since when?!”
Behind Zhulong, a tall figure clad in black scale armor stood silently.
—Sinking Black!
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