Chapter 679: The Function of the Spirit Beast Ring
Chapter 680: Are You Sure You Want to Kill Me?
As divine golden waves surged outward, the curved female silhouette in mid-air rapidly solidified.
Angi, the Saint Pastor, raised her creepy face slightly, her turbid eyes lost in thought. She murmured, “Hethwe, you’ve slept for so long, it’s time to wake up.”
“Buzz—!!!”
As Angi spoke, the elegantly curved female silhouette’s eyes snapped open. Within her dazzling golden irises, two dark gold crosses spun.
She abruptly tilted her head back, her jade-white, plump arms spread wide. Red light gathered on her, forming a sleeveless black qipao intricately carved with blood-red flowers, enveloping her delicate body and perfectly accentuating her exquisite curves.
However, in the next instant, the formed body began to subtly dissipate, appearing very unstable.
Angi the Saint Pastor’s dazed gaze turned creepy again as she looked at Xia Feng, letting out a sinister low laugh, “Hehehe~ As expected, I still need to capture a bloodline sacrifice.”
She moved forward again.
“Bang—Bang—!”
Two more seals shattered in succession, leaving only three ordinary seals outside the safe house, designed to block external detection and possessing almost no defensive capabilities.
Angi the Saint Pastor completely ignored these three seals, instantly appearing inside the safe house. Her withered palm seized Xia Feng’s neck, lifting him high.
The expressions of the three women flickered, and they were about to make a move simultaneously. However, at the same time, Xia Feng’s thoughts echoed in their minds: “Don’t worry, I have a countermeasure.”
“Little one, you’re lucky.” Angi’s emaciated, ghastly face was as placid as a stagnant pool. She glanced at Xia Feng and then tightened her grip.
“Puff!” Xia Feng tilted his head back, his body and head exploding into blood mist instantly. He had died.
His physical body disintegrated into blood mist. With a casual wave of her hand, Angi sent the blood mist flying towards Hethwe in the distance, enveloping Hethwe’s entire body and merging into her ethereal and unstable form.
The formation of an undying heroic spirit not only required the user’s own spirit base as a sacrifice but also a large amount of blood with a very high bloodline status to serve as the offering.
This blood would construct and form the heroic spirit’s physical body in the real world.
Angi had initially planned to find an opportunity to kill Apostle Leng Xiu and use his blood as a sacrifice. However, upon arriving at this place, she unexpectedly discovered that the man inside the safe house possessed a bloodline that faintly carried the aura of the dragon race.
According to her investigation methods, she could sense that this person not only had dragon bloodline but also an astonishingly high status.
Although she wasn’t sure of the exact degree, it was definitely far superior to Leng Xiu’s bloodline.
An unexpected joy.
Thus, she changed her sacrificial target on the spur of the moment.
As Xia Feng’s blood merged, the figure of the sleeveless qipao woman completely stabilized. Simultaneously, countless wisps of blood energy flowed upwards along her body, forming a terrifying and eerie black thorn mask over her left eye and left forehead.
The mask was topped with abyssal black dragon horns, and the pupils within the eye sockets transformed from dark gold crosses to blood-red dot pupils. Her aura was sinister and terrifying!
Blood energy emanated from her entire body, and she slowly descended, landing before Angi the Saint Pastor with an indifferent expression.
【Heroic Spirit Hethwe · Reference Image ↓】
“Sis…” Angi the Saint Pastor’s voice was hoarse, and her turbid, creepy eyes were even slightly moist. She reached out her withered, branch-like hand to gently caress Hethwe’s fair cheek.
She had waited for this day for a thousand years.
But—
Now was not the time to relax and reunite with her sister!
Turning her gaze back to the three women not far away, her eyes turned cold. The fewer people who knew about today’s events, the better.
However, Cha Nai Xue might know the whereabouts of the Fourth Flame. The Fourth Flame was the key to whether Hethwe could exist in this world for a longer time.
She could spare Cha Nai Xue’s life.
As for the other two, they could only blame their ill fortune! With a slight shift in Angi the Saint Pastor’s thoughts, Hethwe abruptly turned her head. Her terrifying gaze fixed on the three women, and her peak Sacred Realm aura erupted!
Angi had sacrificed her spirit base, so she was now no different from an ordinary person. However, the resurrected Hethwe was even stronger than her by a thread, and killing these two ants before her was still effortless.
Hethwe narrowed her blood-red dot pupils and was about to step forward.
Suddenly, light converged in front of the three women, rapidly forming a male human figure.
It was precisely the man she had casually crushed to death moments ago. Angi mused thoughtfully.
She was utterly certain that she had indeed killed him just now.
So, resurrection?
Although resurrection abilities were rare, having lived for thousands of years, she had naturally encountered such spirit artifacts.
These spirit artifacts, while possessing heaven-defying abilities, generally had severe side effects and significant limitations.
After this man’s resurrection, he still only possessed the aura of the Venerable First Realm. So, even if he could resurrect, it was useless; she could crush him with a single palm.
The chill of death once again enveloped Xia Feng. Xia Feng stated directly, “I can extend Hethwe’s survival time! At least double it!”
“?!”
“!”
Upon hearing this, Angi’s expression tensed. She hurriedly called out to Hethwe, who had already flickered in front of Xia Feng and seized his neck.
Xia Feng was once again clutched by the neck, his expression helpless, and he smiled, “Esteemed Saint Pastor, I won’t hide it from you. I only have this one life left. If I die this time, I truly die. Are you sure you want to kill me?”
In fact, after seeing Angi the Saint Pastor sacrifice everything to the God King Statue, the Undying Heroic Spirit, an idea for a countermeasure popped into his mind.
Use the God King Statue to fight the God King Statue!
If they were facing Angi the Saint Pastor, even if he and the three women exhausted all their efforts, they would still not be her match.
But Angi the Saint Pastor had crippled herself and was no longer a threat. The only difficulty was Hethwe!
Hethwe’s existence was rooted in the Undying Heroic Spirit, and the Undying Heroic Spirit originated from the God King Statue.
Therefore, if Xia Feng were to consume the Divine Faith Fruit and similarly release the God King Statue, gaining the Dragon God’s authority, a direct clash of authority and divine status would very likely result in a crushing victory against the God King Statue behind Angi!
—Directly interrupting Angi the Saint Pastor’s resurrection ritual, causing her years of effort to fall apart.
The reason Xia Feng hadn’t done so earlier was twofold:
First, the Divine Faith Fruit was hard-earned, and it could only grant him the Dragon God’s authority temporarily. Once used, it would be gone, making it extremely precious, and he didn’t want to waste it like this.
Second, he wanted to win over Angi the Saint Pastor. Even if he could use the God King Statue as a trick to deal with Angi the Saint Pastor, what about the Apostles outside? Killing Angi would plunge him and the three women into danger again, which was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst.
Therefore, rather than fighting Angi to the death using the God King Statue, it was better for both sides to sit down and negotiate.
When Xia Feng saw how much Angi the Saint Pastor valued Hethwe, he understood.
He had bargaining chips, and moreover, bargaining chips that gave him a significant advantage.
If successful, Angi the Saint Pastor would not only have to let him go but also protect him and beg him not to die.
“…”
The old man in the grey robe narrowed his turbid eyes. He did not have Hethwe lower Xia Feng but said menacingly, “Only the Flame can extend the lifespan of a heroic spirit. What, little one, do you possess the Flame?”
“…”
“Tsk, you actually guessed correctly. I *do* have the Flame,” Xia Feng thought to himself, but he had no intention of giving such a precious treasure to this old hag.
“Esteemed Saint Pastor, I do not have the Flame,” Xia Feng shook his head and said calmly.
“You don’t?”
Beneath Hethwe’s black thorn mask, the blood-red color in her eye sockets flared. The hand gripping his neck tightened, lifting him completely.
“Are you toying with me?” The old man in the grey robe’s cold eyes turned icy again.
