Chapter 222: The World’s Prejudice
The luxurious Star Wheel trembled, causing a commotion within.
Many people rushed to the curved glass deck, looking outside. They saw that, at some point, two massive warships with a bloody “o” emblem had appeared in the quiet Eternal Flow Sea, encircling the Star Wheel from both sides.
The warships were equipped with ballistae. Red, dangerous spirit energy flowed across their dark, colossal hulls, indicating they could attack at any moment.
At the same time, a hoarse male voice echoed throughout the Star Wheel: “Everyone, please gather in Hall Number One within ten minutes. There are a total of 2078 passengers and crew. If I find the numbers are incorrect, this entire Star Wheel will be buried with you.”
As he spoke with a calm tone, the two warships outside the windows began to charge, the blue light on their spirit cannons becoming increasingly terrifying.
Passengers and crew members fleeing down the corridors stopped in their tracks, exchanging glances with grim expressions.
After a few seconds of hesitation, and with someone taking the lead to run back, everyone gradually began to return the way they came.
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged a look.
“Let’s go. Let’s see what’s happening first,” Xia Feng said, shaking his head helplessly, and followed the crowd.
He and Mu Qingtong were registered in the system as two tourists who had taken over abandoned tickets to board.
They arrived at Hall Number One. It resembled a vast, empty museum. The dome was covered in silver material, and the sides featured curved glass windows, revealing the dark warships hovering outside, forming a deterrent.
Many people had already arrived in the hall.
Suspended directly above the hall was the phantom of a man with long, dark green hair. He wore a black robe, his face was pale, and his eyes were like a snake’s vertical pupils.
He peered down at the crowd calmly, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Ladies and gentlemen, please move your feet. Gentlemen, stand to my left, and ladies, please stand to my right.”
“Move, move! Stop dawdling!” Amidst the crowd, a black-robed person wearing a Blood-Eye Mask cursed, grabbing people by their collars and necks, and shoving them into their respective groups.
Some nobles, unable to bear the humiliation, gritted their teeth and cursed, but were slapped by a blond man with a bloody “o” symbol carved under his eyelid. The terrifying force of the blow sent the noble’s head askew, his flesh and blood mangled.
The blond man spat, “So much pointless chatter.”
His action caused the slightly agitated crowd to quiet down, and they began to orderly separate into male and female sections.
“Hey, little young master over there! I’m talking to you, aren’t you going to move those delicate little legs of yours?”
As Reynor saw the blond man grinning and walking towards him, his sharp gaze turned cold. Just as he was about to speak, the Blind Old Man beside him tapped his shoulder.
“Young Master Reynor, hardship leads to progress. Do not lose your life over the chirping of grasshoppers; it is not worth it,” the old man’s telepathic voice sounded in his mind. The noble young man’s gaze deepened, and he nodded.
Even though the old man was a Tier 5 Spirit Master, he was ultimately not a Venerable and could not withstand the bombardment from those two warships.
Those two warships didn’t even need to completely destroy the Star Wheel. They only needed to create a breach, and it wouldn’t be long before the living beings inside were devoured by the Spacetime Turbulence, their souls returning to the Eternal Flow Sea.
The noble young man walked to the left side.
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong also headed to the left and right sides respectively, blending into the dense crowd, their goal being to remain inconspicuous.
Based on Xia Feng’s observation, the Blind Old Man was the only Tier 5 Spirit Master on the ship, and he was likely only a Primal 5, completely incapable of dealing with the two warships outside.
A Primal 5 refers to a Tier 5 Spirit Master who has not yet learned an A-class offensive Spirit Robe.
When a Spirit Master’s Spirit Pressure reaches the Tier 5 standard, which is 5000voc, they possess enough Spirit Particles to safely activate an A-class Spirit Robe and can begin learning it.
Of course, even B-grade Spirit Robes are difficult to learn, let alone an A-class Spirit Robe, which is as difficult as reaching the heavens. Most Tier 5 Spirit Masters, throughout their lives, can at most learn one A-class Spirit Robe.
When a Tier 5 Spirit Master learns and can safely use an A-class Spirit Robe, and their Spirit Pressure standard reaches 8000voc, they are called a True Tier 5, also known as the True Martial Realm. This signifies that their combat power has reached its peak, and the next step would be touching the Venerable level.
Archbishop Aus, Knight Rick, and Chief Judge Zorav, whom Xia Feng had encountered before, were all Primal 5 Spirit Masters and none of them could use an A-class Spirit Robe.
Primal 5 is the pinnacle for most Spirit Masters, as progressing further truly depends on talent.
Lost in thought, the dense crowds on the left and right had already separated. Xia Feng scanned the surroundings for the trace of Number 14, only to find him standing in the middle of the crowd, whispering to a beautiful woman, deeply engrossed with each other.
According to the information provided by Mu Qingtong, this luxurious Star Wheel did not allow passengers to board midway. However, Number 14’s lover worked on the Star Wheel, and he had managed to purchase a ticket through his lover’s channels to board from Area 51.
Therefore, the beautiful woman should be Number 14’s lover.
“Expected: 2078 people. Actual: 2078 people. Very good, everyone. It seems you all cherish your lives. That’s good,” the man with long, dark green hair said calmly. “Allow me to introduce myself. You can call me Viper, or Lord Viper. First, I must state that we are not crude pirates, but representatives of the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall, an organization that advocates for peace, fairness, and justice.”
“I’m sure you have all heard of the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall. The outside world’s opinion of us is not friendly, and there is much criticism of our doctrine and methods. People always think we are some kind of cult.”
“This is prejudice, the prejudice of ignorant people!”
“But it doesn’t matter. Today, all you noble lords will witness the friendliness and sincerity of us Burning Heavens.”
Saying this, Viper’s vertical pupils glowed, and the corner of his lips gradually curved into a smile, but he changed his tone. “Of course, that is, assuming the officer carrying the ‘igniter’ voluntarily reveals himself. Otherwise—”
“From now on, I will kill one person every 10 seconds.”
!
As Viper’s calm words fell, the atmosphere in the hall froze. Everyone in their hearts cursed, “You call this friendliness and sincerity?!”
No one dared to speak. Ten silent seconds passed quickly.
“Boom!” A server’s head exploded, blood splattering everywhere.
Everyone’s hearts tightened, their faces changed, and the chill of death enveloped everyone.
“Let’s be more specific. This officer’s codename is ‘Cold Eagle,’ belonging to the Li Dong Legion. He is a mole planted in the Mars Shipping Group by Xize, that scoundrel. Not long ago, he stole the ‘igniter’ from the Mars Shipping headquarters and fled, boarding the Victoria.”
“Boom!” Another person’s head exploded, and they fell to the ground in confusion.
Viper smiled eerily. “So, Officer, I know you are on this ship. Can you really stand by and watch these living lives fall before your eyes?”
Everyone huddled on the ground, covering their heads, in fearful silence. No one responded.
“Boom!”
“Boom, boom, boom!”
Time passed bit by bit, and more and more people fell, their blood flowing everywhere. Panic spread.
“Tsk~” The blond man standing beside Viper’s phantom felt a bit bored. He scanned his surroundings, grinned, and said, “How about this, Lord Viper? Let me have some fun.”
With that, the blond man unbuckled his belt and walked towards the crowd of ladies, a smirk on his lips.
Seeing his actions, the expressions of the noble ladies changed instantly.
The blond man’s gaze swept over them, and his eyes lit up. He licked his lips teasingly and waved his hand, signaling, “Bring that little beauty over here.”
Immediately, several black-robed subordinates walked towards the distance.
The direction the blond man pointed was the very center of the male and female groups, where Number 14 was located.
Number 14 and the beautiful woman beside him had their expressions change drastically as they retreated together. “What, what are you doing!”
As several burly men reached out their hands, the beautiful woman’s face turned pale, her eyes filled with fear as she was about to dodge. However, she saw the burly men roughly grabbing Number 14’s shoulders and starting to pull him.
“Sir, please don’t be afraid. It will be over soon.”
Number 14, who had been blocking their attempts to touch his girlfriend, paused slightly, his expression stiff.
The beautiful woman also froze. “Wh-what?”
She looked at the relatively handsome blond man in the distance, then at her boyfriend’s relatively fair face, and a wave of nausea washed over her.
Seeing the woman’s strange expression, the blond man felt annoyed. He stepped forward and kicked the woman disdainfully, sneering, “Tsk—presumptuous bitch. Just looking at you means I’m lusting after you? Disgusting, get lost!”
