The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 971 - 453: Sixth Rank, Soul Master_3

Tang Yun was toppled by the surging wind, using his hands to brace himself and dissipate the inertia.

When he lifted his head again, what he saw were a pair of vertical pupils overlooking the world.

Blood streamed down as Ying Changsheng looked up at the Ancient Dragon, almost unable to resist leaning back.

What a fast blade.

What a terrifying Ghost Slayer.

In an instant, it had killed a Sixth Rank Magician in a leap.

With a bang.

Hua An’s mangled upper body fell onto the stone steps, only for the boy to step on his chest.

Gu Jianlin looked down at him, the majestic Ancient Dragon roared fiercely!

As if he was completely unaffected by the Candle Light Law.

Hua An couldn’t understand; he had clearly created overwhelming illusions and had the support of the Candle Light Law.

Why did the boy enter his domain yet remain completely unaffected?

Even the power of the You Ying Law had not collapsed.

"Before you die, tell me."

Gu Jianlin’s voice was cold, enunciating each word: "Who is the mastermind behind the Blood Moon Slaughter?"

Hua An was already overwhelmed by the pain of being bisected, his chest bone trampled and crushed. He forced his eyes open, only to see a pair of eyes burning with blood and fire. As a senior member of the Ether Association, he associated it with the Deep Space Network being hacked, and the assaults on this building. At that moment, he understood everything.

"So you already knew everything."

His consciousness blurred, he murmured softly.

Gu Jianlin coldly watched the man, remembering when he too naively tried to clear his father’s name, only to find out the Blood Moon Slaughter Incident was non-existent, merely a filthy setup.

The cause was the greed of those Order Guardians.

Gu Jianlin had once foolishly wanted to prove to them that his father was innocent.

How ridiculous.

The so-called crime of possessing the pearl was just that.

In the eyes of those in power, possessing such power was itself a crime.

"You won’t ever know."

Hua An coughed up blood, a strange smile spread at the corner of his lips: "Ji Ye is about to arrive."

Gu Jianlin didn’t expect any answers from him, merely whispered: "The last one."

Hua An couldn’t grasp the meaning of those words, then had his head chopped off with a backhanded knife.

The head slipped down the steps with a sinister smile.

An empty and bizarre expression.

Gu Jianlin breathed in the air filled with the scent of blood, silently taking out a scroll from his pocket, then lit it with a lighter, the flickering flames illuminating his resolute face.

The scroll burned in the flames, ashes floating above his head like clusters of burning Ghost Fire.

The scent of blood became ever more intense, as if igniting!

"This is..."

Tang Yun felt the storm brewing at the end of the Divine Path, the thick scent of blood making her nauseous!

"Blood Sacrifice."

Ying Changsheng gently said: "He’s about to advance."

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In the darkness, someone walked down a corridor reeking of blood, humming softly.

"Lord, please save me."

He dragged a corpse in a white robe, using a paintbrush dipped in fresh blood to draw hideous totems on the wall, his eyes fraught with madness: "The river has reached my waist, I plead for release. The Lord said He only gives, and I must choose for myself. Whether drowned or afloat, I will find the truth!"

"I once ate bread hard as stones, fell off a cliff unharmed, overthrew a dynasty with a bowed body!"

He whispered: "Now I am alone, the wildfire rages."

Plop.

The corpse fell to the ground.

The entire Deep Space Technology Building was littered with bodies, blood flowing like rivers, the scent overwhelmingly pungent.

It was like Hell itself.

Every wall on each floor was covered with ancient totems drawn in blood.

If pieced together, it appeared to be a spiral enveloping the entire building... a dragon!

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In the silent temple, a blade tore the void, creating a massive black hole.

Ji Ye walked out with a poker face, carrying the Sword Box. She utilized the Mythical Weapon with time-space characteristics, bypassing temporal and spatial limitations to forcibly arrive at the battlefield at the last moment.

Yet at this moment, she heard a terrifying Dragon Roar.

Someone opened their eyes, pupils flowing with exquisite Mandala Flowers.