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Chapter 304 Let's kill him together!?

Chapter 304 Let's kill him together!? (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

Fang Qingyu listened to Jiang Wei's almost collapsing cries.

His expression froze for a moment.

The solemnity and fighting spirit in their eyes were not ignited by this terrifying announcement; instead, they receded as quickly as the tide.

Instead, there was an almost absurd calm.

Even the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl into a barely perceptible smile.

He said nothing, but simply raised the hand that was wrapped with the phantom of the Azure Dragon and subtle divine lightning.

It gently landed on the top of Jiang Wei's fiery red hair.

I rubbed it.

At this moment, Jiang Wei was using all her strength to try to pull Fang Qingyu away from this place.

Her icy little hands gripped his wrist tightly, pulling him backward with all her might.

Her slender body tensed from the effort, her red eyes filled with urgent tears, and her voice trembled with broken sobs: "Go, please, go quickly."

But with her current strength...

If Fang Qingyu didn't want to leave, how could she possibly pull him away?

Fang Qingyu's gaze remained fixed on her tear-streaked and frightened face.

Jiang Wei's cries gradually faded as she was pulled apart.

She felt the warmth of the hand landing on her head.

I felt the comfort conveyed by the kneading.

She saw the unwavering calm in Fang Qingyu's eyes, and deep within that calm, a tenderness that made her heart tremble slightly.

The action of pulling or tugging.

Under Fang Qingyu's gaze, it gradually came to a stop.

Jiang Wei looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, staring blankly into Fang Qingyu's eyes.

It was as if they were trying to find a trace of fear or hesitation within it.

But all I saw was unfathomable calm and trust.

Just then, Fang Qingyu finally spoke.

"Don't be afraid."

"Did you forget it?"

His gaze swept over the deep pit where black winds surged, his tone as calm as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"I've killed so many gods."

This statement is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

This stirred up huge ripples in Jiang Wei's heart.

Images from the past flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

The image of his back as he stood in front of me when we first met in Qingjian City.

His figure, bathed in blood, fought on the bloody night of the Ghost Festival.

Jiang Taixuan's calm profile outside Liuliguang City.

And there's his unwavering commitment, time and again, no matter what dire circumstances he faced.

"I will protect you." "You won't die." "I never break my promise."
These words, these images.

It instantly dispelled the gloom and fear that had been lingering in her heart.

It rekindled the almost extinguished light deep within her red eyes.

However, just as the light rekindled in Jiang Wei's eyes...
Rumbling--

The eerie black wind, thick and inky as it surrounded the bottom of the pit, could no longer be suppressed and suddenly erupted completely.

Wuwuwu——

The piercing, sharp howl of the wind instantly rose to its highest point.

It was so sharp it hurt your eardrums.

A visible black column of wind shot into the sky, expanding and spreading instantly.

Just a breath.

The black wind, which originally only covered the area of the pit, spread wildly like splashed ink, sweeping across a radius of 100 meters.

The raging black winds formed a constantly spinning hurricane.

The thick, sticky windbreak blocked the view from both inside and outside.

It also completely swallowed up the figures of Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

Outside the Black Wind Domain.

The edge of that huge circular pit.

Lei Meng, Liu San, Qi Hao, and dozens of elite members of the Green Dragon Gang, along with members from several other gangs who were also hiding behind cover, all felt a chill run down their spines!
The sudden burst of black wind carried an indescribable pressure.

"Hiss... What the hell is this thing?!"

Liu San's teeth were chattering. He clutched his head tightly behind the boulder, his face ashen. "I'm getting goosebumps!"

"Pressure... What terrifying pressure! It's even more sinister than that thunder dragon from before!"

Lei Meng's pupils contracted as he suppressed the tremor in his heart, his voice unusually grave, "This is definitely not an ordinary ghost! Just who are those two people in the golden light?!"

But amidst fear.

Some people were also mixed with a hint of excitement.

"Finally, finally we can see the true face of this bastard!"

A gang leader with a scar on his face licked his chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with greed and a thirst for adventure.

"Damn it, hiding in the back, we don't even know what this ghost looks like, how can we possibly pick up any scraps!"

"That's right! Who cares what it is? As long as it's crippled, it's a treasure!"

Immediately, someone nearby echoed his sentiment, forcibly suppressing their fear.

They peered around, trying to peek inside the Black Wind.

Just as the black wind erupted.

The raging black wind wall blocked most of the view.

But during a brief lull in the wind, two figures caught everyone's eye.

A figure, surrounded by wildly leaping, blindingly hot golden lightning, resembled a human-shaped sun, its light domineering and majestic.

The other one was burning with an almost pure white, blazing flame, her red hair flying wildly, like a spirit in the flames.

"hiss--!!"

"Look! Those two people!!"

"Golden lightning! White fire?! What...what kind of technique is this?!"

"Never seen them before! Absolutely never seen them before! When did these two figures emerge from the City of Injustice?!"

"That golden lightning has such a domineering aura! It's even more terrifying than when our gang leader unleashes his full power! I feel like I'm going to be baked dry by that white flame even from this far away!"

"They're definitely not from the outer city! A big shot from the inner city? But every renowned expert in the inner city has a distinctive move. Golden light? White flames? Never heard of them!"

"Could he be new here?!"

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, with all sorts of speculations rising and falling.

"newcomer?"

A tall, thin gang member stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief. "You've only just arrived and you've already caused such a commotion? You've even demolished the overpass? And you've gotten involved with this...this kind of thing?"

He pointed at the chilling black wind domain, his voice trembling.

Upon hearing the newcomer's guess, everyone around fell into a brief silence.

The new guy.
Have any new ruthless characters arrived in Unjust City recently?

Names and fragments flashed through my mind.

None of them could be connected with the devastating scene before them.

A sense of absurdity, like a cold vine, coiled around everyone's heart.

They huddled behind cover, staring at the terrifying black wind that blocked their view, their eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Within the Black Wind Domain.

My vision was filled with distorted darkness and howling wind.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei stood side by side.

The energy radiance surrounding him was like a lighthouse, creating a small, relatively stable area amidst the viscous black wind.

Both of them kept their eyes fixed on the center of the pit.

There, a chilling aura was rapidly gathering and transforming.

Woo——!
The mournful sound of the wind suddenly rose, forming a huge vortex.

The center of the vortex.

The bodies that originally belonged to the two peak third-tier martial saints were melting and disintegrating at a visible speed, like wax figures thrown into a furnace.

Flesh and bones were forcibly mixed and shaped under the influence of the viscous black wind.

A few breaths.

The outline of a ferocious and terrifying giant bird rapidly took shape at the center of the vortex.

It has a body covered with dark red metallic feathers.

Its form is somewhere between a giant eagle and a vulture, yet it carries an indescribable wild and eerie quality.

Nine necks, covered in dark red scales and resembling those of a giant python, extend from its massive body.

The tip of each neck.

They all have a bird head on their heads, each with a different shape, but all equally ferocious and menacing!

It is the fierce god in the Classic of Mountains and Seas who is in charge of disasters and misfortunes.

The ghost carriage, in the form of a nine-headed bird!
Although it is not the complete form that blots out the sky as in legend.

However, this true body, formed by the sacrifice of the flesh and blood of two peak third-tier martial saints and carrying part of the divine will, exudes a pressure that has already surpassed the limits of ordinary third-tier beings.

However, its current state seems somewhat unstable.

He constantly oscillates between the peak of the third tier and higher levels.

Fang Qingyu's gaze immediately fell on the top of the nine-headed giant bird.

There, a golden title floats in the air.

【Title: Ghost Chariot - True Will】

The nine heads of the ghost carriage slowly turned.

Eighteen eyes, each unique in shape but equally cold and violent, focused intently on Jiang Wei behind Fang Qingyu.

greedy.

An extreme greed, originating from the depths of their souls, burned wildly in nine pairs of eyes.

However, its gaze only lingered on Jiang Wei for a moment.

The nine heads suddenly turned towards Fang Qingyu!
Eighteen eyes were fixed on him!
The violence in his eyes remained, and the killing intent was overwhelming!
But beneath this overwhelming killing intent, there was strangely a hint of charity mixed in.

It hadn't forgotten that it was this man who had forced it to sacrifice its true will, otherwise he and the incarnation of the serpent would have both died.

But in a way, this man also helped him out.

Because the true will that was sacrificed this time belonged to him, not to the snake.
This means that once he has absorbed the power of reincarnation from Nüba, he will no longer need to split the snake in half.

Even if it was agreed that the sacrifice would be shared equally, even in its own world, the Ghost Chariot is not afraid of transforming into a snake.

So that's what Guiche looked at Fang Qingyu.

Although it was full of violence, there was also a trace of charity.

"Humanity."

A voice mixed with multiple tones rang out.

"Now, kneel down and submit to me as your Lord."

"I may spare your life."

The sound echoed clearly in the ears of every extraordinary person within a radius of several hundred meters.

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Fang Qingyu's expression froze instantly.

The hand holding the Dragon Sparrow Slayer paused slightly, and even the divine light leaping on the blade seemed to freeze for a moment.

Fang Qingyu blinked.

For the first time, an extremely obvious look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He subconsciously tilted his head.

Looking at those nine ferocious bird heads, his eyes were filled with pity for a fool?

A thing that had just been beaten so badly by itself that it needed to sacrifice a vessel and had arrived in a sorry state.

They actually want to accept me as a believer?

Did this thing get its brain damaged by that knife it slashed?

Outside the Black Wind Domain.

Behind the boulder, there was a deathly silence.

All the gang members who had been craning their necks to try and peek inside were now frozen in place, as if petrified.

The expressions on the face are wonderful.

"Did that ghost just speak?"

A young gang member's lips trembled, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"It's not just about talking."

A seasoned veteran standing nearby turned pale, his eyes filled with horror. "It's recruiting followers?! It wants that golden-haired man to kneel down and become its follower?!"

"A demon that takes humans as believers?!"

Liu San's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He grabbed Lei Meng's arm and yelled, "Boss! Am I hallucinating?! How...how is this possible?! Isn't the Ghost of Fate our mortal enemy?!"

Lei Meng was also shaken to his core, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He stared intently at the churning black wind domain.

As he listened to the eerie, overlapping divine voices, a mind-blowing idea suddenly entered his head.

"No, that's not right."

Lei Meng's voice trembled slightly as he suddenly looked at Qi Hao and Liu San, whose faces were also deathly pale. His eyes were frighteningly sharp. "That thing...that thing might not be a ghost at all!"

"Not a ghost?!"

Liu San and several of his trusted confidants fell silent at the same time.

"Although few of the Fate Ghosts can speak, there are always a few special ones."

Lei Meng's voice was extremely low, yet carried a resolute tone, "But a Fate Demon accepting believers? Unheard of! Unseen! This completely violates the instincts of a Fate Demon! Unless..."

He took a deep breath and, slowly and deliberately, uttered the word that made everyone's hearts stop:

"That thing... is a god! A god that isn't humanoid!!"

"God?!"

These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears!

Instantly, the crowd erupted into chaos!
“Run! Run!!”

"Damn it! It's an evil god! An evil god has descended!!"

"What a load of rubbish! We'll all be dead! Retreat! Retreat now!!" Some people, especially the weaker and more timid gang members, were like cats whose tails had been stepped on when they heard the word "god." They no longer cared about their dreams of getting rich and turned to flee as fast as they could, wishing they had more legs. They ran desperately toward the edge of the force field.

However, there are also some people who, after experiencing the initial immense fear and shock,

Instead of retreating, his eyes blazed with an even more frenzied glare.

"Gods and spirits?!"

"My God... Is this really a god?!"

"Worth it! It was fucking worth it!!"

"Gods are beings countless times more precious than super-sized ghosts! Even a bone the size of a fingernail is priceless, no, invaluable!!!"

Greed completely overwhelmed fear!

Huge risks mean unimaginable rewards.

This is the ironclad rule believed by those who live on the edge and risk their lives.

"Boss!!"

Liu San suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything, staring intently at Lei Meng, his voice hoarse with excitement and tension: "Boss, this might be the closest we brothers have ever come to turning our lives around!! Once... once we can get even a little bit of profit, why would we need to run a casino? The entire Gray Rock District will be ours! We might even have a place in the inner city!!"

He was panting heavily, spitting all over Lei Meng's face: "Boss! We didn't fight before because we didn't have the chance! Now the opportunity is right in front of us. If we miss it, we might really rot in this quagmire of the Gray Rock District for the rest of our lives!!"

Lei Meng's heart was pounding wildly, like a drumbeat.

god!
The impact of this word.

It far surpassed all previous shocks.

fear?

Have!
The instinctive fear of the gods coiled around him like a cold, venomous snake.

But more.

It was that extreme desire for immense wealth and a complete change of fate.

He glanced around at the remaining twenty-odd core elites of the Green Dragon Gang.

These brothers all followed him from the bottom of the limestone district, struggling and fighting their way up.

His eyes were also filled with a mixture of fear and almost insane greed.

"Bros!"

Lei Meng's voice trembled slightly, but was more resolute than anything else: "You all heard what Liu San said! What's inside might not be a ghost, it's a damn god! I don't need to tell you how valuable it is!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each face, then his voice suddenly rose, carrying a ruthless, desperate edge:

"But! Fortune favors the bold! You all know how risky it is! If things go wrong, all of us dozens of people could be wiped out here today, not even a bone fragment will remain!"

"So!" He clenched his fist tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh. "I'm making this clear! Staying here is gambling with your life."

"If you win the bet, you'll enjoy wealth and a bright future! If you lose, at least we brothers will have company on the road to the underworld! Now, the choice is yours—to stay or to leave! I won't force you! If you want to leave, turn around now, and no one will laugh at you!"

"Those who stay behind, you fucking bastards, put your heads on the line, obey my orders, and fight for your future!!"

Dead silence.

Only the distant howling and pounding of heartbeats echoed from the Black Wind Domain.

All eyes were on Lei Meng.

"Brother Meng!!"

To everyone's surprise, Qi Hao was the second to respond.

He took a step forward, his face showing no hesitation, only an almost cold seriousness and determination: "What did we come to the City of Injustice for? Wasn't it to make a name for ourselves in this lawless place? Now, immense wealth is right before our eyes. If we don't even have the courage to take a chance, what's the point of us even trying?!"

Qi Hao's words were like lighting the final fuse!

"Done!!"

"Damn it! If you die, you'll die and be reborn; if you don't, you'll live forever! Let's fight!"

"Boss! I'm with you!"

“Count me in!!”

"Let's go for it!!"

The remaining elite members of the Green Dragon Gang, led by Liu San and Qi Hao, had their last trace of hesitation completely replaced by madness, and they responded with low roars.

No one chose to leave.

"it is good!!"

Looking at his brothers, their eyes bloodshot, Lei Meng felt a surge of pride mixed with immense pressure. He suddenly waved his hand, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and roared in a low voice:

"Then let's take a gamble!"

Within the Black Wind Domain.

The nine heads of the ghost carriage turned towards Fang Qingyu at the same time.

The condescension and arrogance in those eighteen eyes quickly transformed into a raging fury at being offended by ants under Fang Qingyu's astonished gaze, which seemed to regard him as a fool.

"You ants! How dare you blaspheme against divine might!!"

A roar, a blend of nine tones, exploded once more.

However, just a moment before the ghost's murderous intent was about to erupt.
Fang Qingyu didn't even glance at the nine-headed ferocious god again.

He tilted his head slightly.

His gaze fell on Jiang Wei beside him.

At this moment, Jiang Wei lowered her head, her crimson hair fluttering slightly.

The fear and tears from just now seemed to have never happened.

A deep, restrained yet purer and more intense aura of fire rose from the depths of her petite body, thread by thread.

That aura was no longer confused in the slightest.

Sensing Fang Qingyu's gaze, Jiang Wei slowly raised her head.

On that exquisitely beautiful face, tear tracks remained, yet there was no trace of weakness.

In her clear red eyes, all the watery light was replaced by a burning flame.

She looked at Fang Qingyu.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled upwards.

Like a red lotus suddenly blooming in boundless darkness.

With a burning passion that consumes everything and unparalleled trust.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice clear and crisp, carrying a hint of her own aloofness and pride, clearly reaching Fang Qingyu's ears:

"Together we will."

"Should we kill him?!"

There are no questions, only statements.

An invitation that should be taken for granted.

As Fang Qingyu looked at the rekindled flame in Jiang Wei's eyes and that exquisite smile, a similarly smug and icy smile curled at the corners of his lips.

Without any unnecessary words, he replied with just one word:

"it is good."

The moment the word "good" was written!
boom! ! !
The light surrounding the two instantly surged to its maximum.

The golden divine light on Fang Qingyu's body exploded like a raging sea, and the Dragon Sparrow Slash emitted a deafening buzz.

The pure white flames on Jiang Wei's body transformed into a slowly rotating karmic fire lotus.

Two figures.

One gold and one white, like two shooting stars shooting against the sky.

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest retreat!
Tearing apart the viscous black wind.

Rushing headlong towards the enormous nine-headed demon god at the center of the deep pit, the true form and will of the ghost chariot
They launched a Don Quixote-like charge!
"Humans...how dare you!!!"

The nine heads of the ghost car roared in extreme rage at the same time!
It never expected that this human would not only fail to kneel before its divine might, but would also dare to raise a butcher's knife against it!

This is simply a disgrace.

"Roar--!!!"

With a piercing shriek that could tear eardrums, the massive body of the ghost carriage shuddered violently.

The black wind that had just been contained within its body surged out again from its massive form.

This time.

Woo——! ! !
The black divine wind swelled and expanded.

Like a black balloon being rapidly inflated.

Just a moment!

The area within a radius of several hundred meters was completely enveloped by this viscous black wind.

The thick wind wall isolated all senses, both inside and outside.

All prying eyes from the outside were blocked.

"Damn it! I can't see it again!"

"Damn it! This black wind is even thicker than before!"

"There must have been a fight inside."

"I'm so anxious! Who's winning?!"

Outside the Black Wind Domain, behind the boulder shelter, Lei Meng and the others were so anxious they were scratching their heads, but there was nothing they could do.

The black wind isolated them from everything; they could only faintly hear the heart-stopping muffled thuds and the inhuman roar of the ghost carriage coming from within.

And above the heavens, beyond the perception of all.

In the clouds.

Two figures floated silently.

One of them was tall and slender, wearing a simple black robe, with a young face but a sense of vicissitudes that seemed to have seen through the ages.

He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking down at the scene below.

It was as if they were watching a drama that had nothing to do with them.

The other one was a woman.

She wore a plain white dress, her figure slender and graceful, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were vacant.

It resembles a perfect jade sculpture without a soul.

It was He Manhe.

"you said before."

He Manhe's calm voice, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, broke the silence of the high sky, "You never care about things in the city."

Her gaze fell on the city lord's young yet weathered profile.

"Now I'm planning to do it for one person."

Her voice remained calm, yet carried a chilling questioning quality.

"Have you changed your mind?"

The city lord's gaze remained fixed on the churning black wind domain below, his expression unchanged, as if He Manhe's words were merely a passing breeze.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm and even:

"I won't interfere."

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick black wind, landing on the silhouette of the nine-headed ferocious god within, his tone tinged with disgust:
But I really don't like it.

"You conjure up some disgusting stuff."

Then, he finally shifted his gaze from below and turned to look at He Manhe.

"So if I stood here, would you still change?"

At this point, the city lord's voice suddenly turned cold.

"That would be a bit impolite."

West District, City of Injustice.

The rooftop of an unfinished building near an abandoned sewage treatment plant.

The wind howled across the rooftop.

It stirred up the dust and scraps of paper on the ground.

Old Qin and Old Qiao stood back to back in the center of the rooftop.

Both men were wounded, their combat uniforms were torn in several places, and the blood seeping out stained the fabric.

Old Qin's left arm hung limply, clearly indicating a serious injury.

Old Joe had a bloody mark on his forehead and was breathing somewhat rapidly.

Around them, four figures dressed in matching black outfits, exuding a fierce aura, slowly approached in a fan shape.

The leader was a bald, burly man with a ferocious centipede-like scar on his face, whose aura was clearly at the peak of the second tier.

His eyes were sinister.

His face held a cruel, cat-and-mouse-like expression, mixed with a hint of schadenfreude at being tricked, as he sneered in a hoarse voice:

"Run! Why did you stop running?!"

"Damn it! Those two Tier 1 weaklings, slippery as eels! They kept me at bay for over half an hour! They've got guts!"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, the chainsaw humming softly as it pointed at Old Qin:

"No energy to jump around now? Where did that cleverness go? Huh?!"

His three companions behind him also let out suppressed sneers, their eyes fixed on him like lambs to the slaughter.

All four of them were at the second tier, and they were chasing two first tiers, yet they were dragged out for more than half an hour by the enemy using the complex terrain and the environment of the abandoned factory. This was an utter disgrace.

Old Qin was panting heavily, sweat mixed with blood sliding down his forehead.

He ignored the scarred man's taunts, his bloodshot eyes rapidly scanning his surroundings, searching for the last possible way out. At the same time, he gently nudged Old Joe behind him with his shoulder, lowering his voice and speaking very quickly:
"Old Joe, when I yell 'Charge!', jump into the ventilation duct on the right! Don't look back! Run as many people as you can! Go find Qingzi."

His voice was resolute.

However, the words were not finished yet.

Old Qin's gaze inadvertently swept across the sky behind Scarface.

His face showed solemnity, anxiety, and determination.

It was as if it had been smoothed out in an instant by an invisible hand.

At that moment, his tense body relaxed in an incredible way.

Old Qin even let out a long sigh of relief.

The change was so sudden and obvious that it stunned the four scarred men who were closing in, as well as Old Joe behind him.

Scarface frowned, stopped, and looked at Old Qin suspiciously: "What? Resigned to your fate? Ready to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

Old Qin did not answer him.

A strange smile even appeared on his face.

Looking at Scarface, then glancing at his three companions behind him, he slowly said: