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Chapter 301 Very good, it seems we'll be slaughtering two more gods this time! (Please vote with monthly tickets~)

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng were taken aback.

The person they've been looking for!?

Both of them automatically thought of the apostle president of the Bauhinia Society.

But the two of them really didn't know the president's name.
"My name is Yan Lin." Seeing the two women's expressions, Mandala's calm, cool voice came through the mask as she spoke, "Those things you've heard about me..."

She paused slightly, a hint of amusement in her eyes, "There must be quite a few, right?"

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng were at a loss for words.

They did hear it, but it was all bad news.

The Bauhinia Society retreated into hiding, its leader was easily suppressed by the Heavenly Punishment Society, and there were even rumors that he had perished.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

But he still gave his name.

"Su Wanqing".

"Wei Banmeng".

Yan Lin's gaze swept across the two women's faces, as if she could read the doubts in their eyes. She nodded slightly, her tone carrying a hint of understanding: "Hmm, it seems that what we heard was not good news."

She paused for a moment, just as the elevator reached the top floor and made a soft "ding" sound.

The door slid open silently.

Yan Lin stepped out first, her black skirt brushing against the polished floor, and calmly added the second half of her sentence:

"But those messages were just an alias of mine."

An alias?!

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng's eyes were filled with astonishment.

So, does this president of the Bauhinia Society have multiple aliases?!
She is the sixth apostle, "Mandala".

Is Yan Lin, the president of the Bauhinia Society, also her?

There might even be more?

The amount of information was too much for the two women to process, and they instinctively followed Yan Lin out of the elevator.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

This is a huge single-level apartment with a fantastic view, decorated in an extremely minimalist style.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyscrapers of the inner city core spread out like a steel jungle, reflecting a cold light.

Yan Lin seemed to have returned to a safe zone, and her tense demeanor instantly relaxed.

She walked a few steps to the large gray sofa in the center, casually took off the plain white mask, and tossed it onto the coffee table.

She revealed a breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, her nose was straight, her lips were a natural light pink, and her skin was so fair it was almost transparent, but at this moment it had a sickly pallor.

She threw herself onto the sofa without any regard for her image.

He casually grabbed a bottle of chilled orange soda from the coffee table, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

The mysterious and powerful aura of "Sixth Apostle Mandala," which had kept strangers at bay, vanished instantly, leaving only a sense of languid weariness that seeped into one's bones.

This stark contrast stunned Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng, who were standing opposite each other on the sofa, once again, leaving them speechless.

However, Yan Lin had just swallowed a few mouthfuls of soda when her brows furrowed suddenly and her body leaned forward slightly.

"puff--!"

She forcibly turned her head and spat a large mouthful of orange soda, mixed with streaks of scarlet blood, into the nearby trash can with a dull thud.

"Cough cough." She covered her mouth and coughed a few times, her breathing was a little rapid, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Su Wanqing and the other woman instinctively took a step forward.

Yan Lin raised her other hand and waved it, her voice a little hoarse and forcedly casual: "Cough, it's nothing, it's an old problem, sit down."

She pointed to the sofa opposite her, gesturing for the two women to sit down.

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng sat down as instructed, their hearts filled with unanswered questions.

Looking at the woman in front of him, who was so exquisitely beautiful yet so weak and coughing up blood.

For a moment, I didn't know where to begin.

Wei Banmeng spoke first, her cool voice carrying a direct inquiry: "President Yan, what exactly is the current situation of the Bauhinia Society? Why has it completely severed ties with the Federation?"

Yan Lin leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and unconsciously rubbed her temples with her fingers.

A deep sense of helplessness flashed across his brow: "It's not that I want to cut off contact."

She opened her eyes, her deep gaze now clearly reflecting exhaustion and gravity: "On my very first day in the City of Injustice, I was ambushed at the headquarters of the Bauhinia Society."

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng both lost their voices at the same time.

"A month ago."

Yan Lin explained softly, “I received an emergency transfer order from the former president and, with my team of six, secretly arrived in the City of Injustice to take over as president of the Bauhinia Society and deal with the emerging inner-city unrest. Everything was normal during the handover with the former president; he even personally showed us around the headquarters structure.”

Her fingers tapped lightly on the sofa armrest, the rhythm carrying suppressed anger: "On the very night the former chairman left and we moved into headquarters."

"All defense systems at headquarters were shut down by unknown authorities, and the internal space was completely sealed off by a powerful force field. More than twenty peak third-tier fighters suddenly appeared and launched an attack on us."

“One of my team members was killed on the spot.” Yan Lin’s voice was calm and even. “The remaining team members and I managed to tear an opening and escape. The former president has disappeared without a trace.”

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng felt a chill run down their spines.

Their own guild leader was besieged by more than twenty peak-level third-tier members in their own headquarters.
what does that mean.

"so."

Su Wanqing spoke with difficulty, and combining what Yan Lin had just said, a terrifying conclusion was about to emerge: "The current headquarters of the Bauhinia Society..."

“It’s no longer the Bauhinia Society.” Yan Lin shook her head upon hearing this. “Everyone inside, from top to bottom, has been replaced long ago.”

"My team and I have been investigating for the past month."

"The identity of Mandala, the sixth apostle, and the news you heard about the Zijing Society's president being easily defeated by the Heavenly Punishment Society and being seriously injured and on the verge of death, are all identities I used during the investigation."

It turned out to be the case.

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng finally understood.

Why is the Bauhinia Association reacting so strangely?

It turns out that the entire Bauhinia Society has been wiped out, and the newly appointed president was even assassinated.

Next, Wei Banmeng and the other person were about to communicate with Yan Lin about other information.

But at that moment...
Buzz!
Yan Lin's phone, which she had left on the coffee table, suddenly started vibrating violently.

The screen lit up, and an unmarked encrypted number flashed wildly.

Yan Lin's brows furrowed instantly. She grabbed her phone, glanced at the screen, and her expression suddenly became extremely serious.

She raised her left hand.

The sterling silver mask on the coffee table seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, and flew into her hand with a whoosh.

"I don't have time to answer your questions right now."

Yan Lin's voice regained the coldness and solemnity that belonged to Mandala. She deftly put the mask back on her face as she spoke rapidly:

"Your teammates were also attacked at the same time!"

“There are some places where even the reinforcements I sent couldn’t win.”

"Go and rescue your people first."

hum!
It was like a thunderclap exploding in my mind.

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng jumped up from the sofa instantly, their expressions changing drastically.

The two of them, both at the second tier, were surrounded and attacked by four peak third-tier fighters!

What about the others?!

Where is Fang Qingyu?!
A chill instantly shot up my spine from the soles of my feet.

……

City of Injustice, East District.

A dark back alley near an abandoned industrial park.

The air was thick with the stench of rust, rotting food, and engine oil.

The mountains of black garbage bags emitted a nauseating stench.

One of the huge piles of garbage bags moved slightly, and several pieces of moldy cardboard slid off, revealing a pair of bloodshot, wary eyes.

It was Chu Kuanglan.

He held his breath, the veins on his thick neck bulging slightly, his ears picking up any unusual sounds outside the alley.

Occasionally, beams of car headlights sweep across the alleyway entrance.

The light illuminated the swarming flies and flowing sewage, then plunged back into suffocating darkness and deathly silence.

"How is Haozi?"

Chu Kuanglan spoke in a very low voice, without turning his head.

In the depression of the garbage heap behind him, Qi Hao was kneeling with difficulty, with a completely unconscious man on his back.

The man was wearing a plain gray jacket.

It was now in a terrible state, and large areas were soaked in dark red blood.

His face was ashen, and his breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

"He still has breath, but it's very weak."

Qi Hao's voice was anxious and trembled slightly. He carefully adjusted his position to avoid touching the deep, gruesome wound on the man's back. "Outside... it seems quiet?"

"hold on!"

Chu Kuanglan frowned and said calmly, his eyes fixed on the alley entrance.

Time seemed to freeze.

Every second feels like a century.

Everything that happened a dozen minutes ago replayed in their minds like a nightmare.

They rode their motorcycles, intending to try their luck at a materials market on the outskirts of the city.

As soon as we entered a relatively quiet street, an invisible force field descended instantly.

Completely isolate them from the bustling city.

Three third-tier beings appeared like ghosts, attacking the two without uttering a single word.

Chu Kuanglan and Qi Hao were naturally no match for the three third-tier opponents.

But just as Chu Kuanglan was preparing to fight for Qi Hao's survival.

The man on Qi Hao's back appeared as if by divine intervention, suddenly bursting out from the shadows of the nearby building.

The power he unleashed was extremely formidable.

They managed to stop the three assassins, giving the two a chance to catch their breath.

"Come on!"

The man only shouted this one sentence, his voice hoarse, before turning around and engaging the three men in a fierce battle.

Chu Kuanglan and Qi Hao were in a state of confusion and instinctively turned and ran.

But they didn't run far. After only a few dozen meters, they tacitly turned into this dead-end alley filled with garbage, held their breath, and nervously watched the battle outside.

The roar of battle and the explosions of colliding energy echoed through the walls and piles of garbage, shaking the sewage beneath their feet.

Amidst the intense sounds of fighting, fragments of roars and conversations could be faintly heard:

"The remnants of the Bauhinia Society dare to show their faces? They're practically courting death!"

"Remnants?!"

Upon hearing this word, Chu Kuanglan and Qi Hao's hearts sank.

The members of the Bauhinia Society have actually fallen so low as to be called remnants?!
Doesn't that mean that the Bauhinia Society has truly been rife with bloodshed and completely overthrown?!

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted!

Pfft!
A figure was blasted from the alleyway entrance by a violent force, like a tattered sack, and crashed heavily into the filthy wall on the other side of the alley before sliding to the ground. It was the man who had shielded them from the assassin.

The blood he spat out was particularly glaring in the dim light.

The three assassins, their figures radiating chilling killing intent, followed closely behind and appeared at the alley entrance!

"It's now!"

Chu Kuanglan's eyes instantly turned blood red.

He and Qi Hao, like cheetahs lying in ambush, suddenly pounced from behind the garbage heap at the critical moment.

Chu Kuanglan's burly body unleashed astonishing speed.

He scooped up the man who was almost unconscious from the ground and carried him on his shoulder.

Qi Hao then threw out several smoke bombs and flashbangs that he had taken from the Green Dragon Gang's warehouse that morning.

*Pfft! Sizzle—!*
A blinding white light and thick smoke burst open instantly at the narrow alleyway.

"Walk!!!"

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the other party's vision and perception were disrupted, Chu Kuanglan carried the person and ran wildly with Qi Hao, plunging into the depths of the maze-like alleyways, beginning this desperate escape.

Ultimately, they chose to hide in this stinking mountain of garbage.

"Damn! It's really quiet now!"

Chu Kuanglan listened intently for a few more seconds, then gritted his teeth. "Let's go! We can't afford to waste any more time! He can't hold on!"

He was the first to emerge from the garbage heap, cautiously scanning his surroundings. After confirming it was safe, he gestured behind him.

Qi Hao gritted his teeth and carried the unconscious man out of the garbage ditch.

"Hold on!"

Chu Kuanglan let out a low growl and stepped forward to help him up.

Without further hesitation, the two made their way into the distance along the dark and dirty alley.

soon.

The two walked through an alleyway filled with discarded oil drums.

As I crashed into a relatively well-lit main road, the noise of traffic, the blaring of horns, and the cacophony of pedestrians instantly filled my ears.

The force field disappeared.

They returned to the normal world.

Like drowning people finally surfacing, the two gasped for breath, sweat mixed with grime rolling down their foreheads.

"quick!"

Chu Kuanglan immediately took out his phone, his fingers trembling slightly from tension and force, and quickly dialed Fang Qingyu's number.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
busy tone.

No one heard.

Chu Kuanglan's heart sank.

He quickly dialed other people's numbers...

Without exception.

All calls went to busy signals or went unanswered.

Seeing Chu Kuanglan's increasingly grim expression, Qi Hao's heart sank to the bottom: "Can't get in touch with them at all?!"

"Oh shit!"

Chu Kuanglan slammed his fist into the wall next to him, making a dull thud that drew the attention of several passersby.

He forced himself to calm down.

"Something must have happened. They're trying to wipe us all out!"

Chu Kuanglan spoke rapidly, "Rat! Take him away! Back to the Gray Rock District! Find a doctor! Quickly!"

Chu Kuanglan roughly pulled out all the gray crystal banknotes from his pocket.

A thick stack, containing seven or eight hundred pieces.

They pulled them all out and stuffed them into Qi Hao's pocket without saying a word.

"If you don't have enough money, go find Liu San and Lei Meng, and have them find a way to contact a doctor. It doesn't matter how much it costs. You must save his life. He might be the last survivor of the Zijing Society, and he's also a clue!" Chu Kuanglan pointed at the man on Qi Hao's back, his tone resolute.

"And what about you?!" Qi Hao asked anxiously.

"I'll go find someone! Call for reinforcements!"

Chu Kuanglan's eyes sharpened. "If the situation changes, find a way to hide and wait for our news."

"Okay! Keep in touch."

Qi Hao knew this was not the time to hesitate, so he nodded emphatically.

A taxi happened to be driving by, and Qi Hao immediately rushed to the middle of the road. Ignoring the driver's curses, he opened the car door, carefully stuffed the unconscious man inside, and then climbed into the car himself.

"To the limestone area! Quickly!"

Qi Hao hurriedly gave the address and stuffed several gray crystal banknotes into the driver's hand.

The taxi sped away, billowing black smoke.

Chu Kuanglan watched the taxi disappear into the traffic, then immediately picked up his phone again. His finger paused for a moment on a name in his contacts before he pressed the dial button.

At this moment, in this city of injustice, the only person Chu Kuanglan could think of who would help him was...
Only Lin Yu and her group of Dawn's followers remain.

The Federation's foundation here is in serious trouble, as evidenced by the conversation between those third-tier individuals. That's why they're seeking help from the Zijing Society.
It is impossible.

soon.

A brief waiting tone came through the receiver.

Beep. Beep.
"Hey?"

A gentle, slightly questioning, familiar female voice came from the other end of the receiver.

boom! ! !
The golden torrent of the Divine Firmament, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, crashed down with overwhelming divine might, capable of destroying everything!
The sturdy road surface of the viaduct cracked and collapsed inch by inch under the violent impact of lightning.

The blinding light illuminated the entire force field space as if it were daytime!
Those three peak martial saints who were hit head-on by Shenxiao.

The blood and qi barrier that had formed on the body's surface lasted for less than half a second before it shattered under the relentless onslaught of countless wildly dancing dark golden lightning snakes!

"Ugh—!"

"puff!"

The three figures were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer.

With a scream, he was slammed hard into the cracked and sunken roadbed below.

Smoke, dust, and debris mixed with scorching plasma shot into the sky!

Fang Qingyu's figure disappeared the moment Shenxiao erupted.

Like a phantom merging with thunder, it tore through the air under the cover of divine light, plunging down at a speed beyond the limits of visual perception.

The target was the one among the three whose aura was the most disordered and whose defense was the first to collapse!

Shun Shilonggong's arms, entwined with dragons, emitted an excited, low dragon roar. Two illusory azure dragon phantoms appeared and disappeared in the lightning, their dragon eyes locking onto their prey!
boom!
Fang Qingyu stomped heavily on the edge of the crater blasted out by Shenxiao, sending rocks flying everywhere.

Bottom of the pit.

The peak martial saint was charred black all over, and his clothes were torn.

His exposed skin was covered with horrific scorch marks from being burned by electricity, and bloody foam mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from his mouth. His eyes were unfocused, clearly indicating that the attack had severely damaged his health.

He was struggling to get up.

A hand wreathed in dark golden lightning and the phantom of a blue dragon.

It had gripped his throat like an iron clamp.

The martial saint's unfocused pupils suddenly contracted as he looked incredulously at the terrifyingly calm face reflected in the lightning at the edge of the pit.

The shock in his eyes instantly turned into extreme fear.

How can it be? !
Their intelligence already showed that they took Fang Qingyu seriously enough.

They knew he possessed a brief burst of Tier 3 combat power.

Therefore, four top-tier martial saints, all of whom are among the best in their class, were dispatched.

This is already a foolproof strategy, like a lion hunting a rabbit!
But why?!

Why is his power so terrifying?!
This is definitely not a power that an ordinary Tier 3 cultivator could possess.

The intelligence was wildly wrong!

Click!

A crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

It was decisive and efficient, without any hesitation or delay.

The fear and all the questions in the Martial Saint's eyes froze and shattered instantly, ultimately turning into a deathly silence and desolation.

Fang Qingyu released his hand expressionlessly.

The body, which had quickly lost its vitality, slid softly to the bottom of the pit amidst the rubble and dust.

“Old Li!!!”

Outside the pit, two roars of shock and anger rang out simultaneously!

The other two peak martial saints were furious!

They had just barely escaped the impact and paralysis of Shenxiao, their blood and qi churning, their internal organs injured. Just as they were about to rush over to help, they witnessed the fatal scene of their companion having his throat bone crushed in an instant.

Too fast! Too ruthless!
Fang Qingyu slowly straightened up and jumped out of the pit.

The soles of the shoes, stained with a little black dust and blood, made a slight sound as they stepped on the cracked pavement.

He raised his head, his molten gold vertical pupils sweeping over the two men who had rushed towards him, their blood surging violently with rage. A cold smile slowly curved his lips:

"It's your turn."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure blurred again!

Only a blurry afterimage left behind, created by the high-speed tearing of the air.

"Holy crap! What kind of monster is he?!"

The martial arts master who had carried the rocket launcher felt his scalp tingle, let out a horrified scream, and instinctively tried to retreat.

"Shut up!"

Another martial saint with a cold face shouted, his eyes also filled with solemnity and a hint of determination, "Don't hold back, don't end up like Old Li, dying before you can even get it out."

The fear on the Rocket Launcher Martial Saint's face instantly turned into a ferocious rage, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Damn it! I'm going all in! Too bad... I can't stay in this hellhole anymore!"

The moment the two finished speaking.

They suddenly stood side by side, their bodies straight as javelins.

He made a strange triangular hand seal with his hands in front of his chest.

At the same time, his head was lowered slightly, and he uttered a low, rapid, and strangely rhythmic chant.

Om-! ! !
An immense pressure, far greater than their own peak Martial Saint aura, erupted from their bodies without warning.

It was like a slumbering, ancient beast opening its eyes.

Boom!

An invisible shockwave suddenly spread out from the two of them, instantly blowing away the scattered rubble and twisted metal railing debris.

Fang Qingyu's high-speed advance was abruptly halted by this sudden and overwhelming pressure.

The pupils suddenly contracted!

He stared intently at the top of those two people's heads!
There, the once dazzling crimson title of "Martial Saint" is undergoing a strange and terrifying transformation.

Titles are like drops of ink thrown into boiling water, violently twisting, churning, and reforming!
finally.
Two brand-new titles, fully formed, floated above the two people's heads.

On the left, [Ghost Chariot - Avatar of the World].

On the right, [Transformation into a Serpent - Descent into the World].

Ghost carriage, nine-headed demon bird.

The evil god in the Classic of Mountains and Seas who is in charge of disasters and misfortunes.

It transforms into a snake, with a human face and a jackal's body, and two wings growing from its back.

It moves like a snake, and its voice is like a shout! Wherever it passes, there will be great floods.

Assembly of the Gods!
It's you indeed!
Fang Qingyu's eyes were icy cold, and he no longer harbored any hope.

He suddenly reached out with his right hand and grabbed at the air beside him.

hum!
The space rippled like water.

The Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity appeared out of thin air in Fang Qingyu's hand.

"Welcome to the arrival of our Lord!"

"Welcome to the arrival of our Lord!"

Having completed a certain ritual, the two simultaneously raised their hands, which were forming a hand seal, high into the air and let out a frenzied and hoarse roar.

Their bodies also underwent terrifying changes.

The Martial Saint of 【Ghost Chariot - Descent to Earth】.

Dark red feather patterns quickly appeared on the exposed skin, and the skin on both sides of the neck writhed strangely, as if a new head was about to burst out of the body.

His eyes had turned completely into a murky dark red, filled with violence and madness.

The Martial Saint with the "Serpent Transformation - Descent to Earth" technique had his legs below the waist stretched and twisted as if melting.

Its skin was covered with cold, bluish-black scales, and it seemed to be gradually transforming into a snake's tail.

The clothes were torn at the back of the shoulder blades.

Two fleshy wings covered with sparse scales pierced the skin with a "rip" and suddenly opened.

The roar that came out of its mouth also had a sharp snake hiss.

An inhuman aura overwhelmed this space like a tidal wave.

"Roar--!"

"hiss--!"

Two inhuman roars tore through the air.

Having undergone initial transformations, the two exuded overwhelming ferocity and a savage aura.

Like two meteorites carrying disaster and torrents, they violently pounced on Fang Qingyu, who stood holding a knife.

Fang Qingyu held a sword across his body.

The two ferocious divine forms that pounced were reflected in the molten gold vertical pupils, and there was not a ripple in the eyes.

well.

It seems we're going to have to kill two more gods this time.

(End of this chapter)