Chapter 301: We Meet Again, Senior Sister (3k)
“Ahhhhh!! Monster!”
“The Bishop of the Ancient God Sect is a freaking monster.”
As Pamela continued to devour the headless corpse, everyone present, male and female alike, showed expressions of disgust.
“Black-clad Bishop… a high-level Battle King, a formidable expert.”
Chen Ze’s expression grew even more somber. He didn’t need to think to know the answer to why such a powerful individual was hiding their identity and infiltrating this event – it could only be for the Crimson Flame Dragon Egg!
Among the various factions, some shrewd individuals had already begun to flee. Their feet were slightly enveloped in External Qi, as if they were about to follow Hu Ling’s earlier actions and make a run for it. This was because they realized that Pamela’s aura was completely undetectable, as if she far surpassed them.
Pamela paid no mind to their movements. She raised her fair, young hand, a stark contrast to her wrinkled old face, and gently snapped her fingers. A powerful aura surged from beneath her, so cold it seemed to freeze the raindrops.
“Swish, swish, swish…”
Immediately, figures distinct from those holding long swords appeared in various corners of the buildings surrounding the unfinished development. They wore silver-white crosses on their chests or necks.
Soon, an elder in a clerical robe, with one hand pressed to the ground, knelt on the slightly damp earth and spoke in a hoarse voice, “Reporting to Bishop-sama, all our forces near Flower City have been assembled.”
Pamela glanced at him indifferently, her gaze sweeping over the gathered factions before finally settling on the escape routes of those trying to flee. A cruel smile spread across her aged face as she sneered, “Capture all those people for me. Since they know my identity, they can all come back for the blood sacrifice.”
The kneeling elder looked up, revealing a scar on his right eye, and quickly clasped his fist in agreement, “Yes!”
He then transformed into a black shadow and streaked away. His Battle King Level domain field activated, exuding a terrifying aura that caused the rainwater to evaporate.
As most of Pamela’s original subordinates were either incapacitated or accounted for, she contacted the nearest Priest through her private communication. No one was foolish, and she, a Bishop, was certainly not. Why fight alone when one could gang up?
At Constantine Academy, the tall Caucasian youth, seeing his perfect beloved transformed into something half monstrous and half fair-faced, recoiled constantly, muttering, “This is impossible… How could Heather become like this.”
“I heard you like me too?”
Pamela noticed the youth’s reaction. She licked her lips slightly and then walked over, her grey fingernails glinting with cold light, and whispered. She hadn’t eaten her fill yet.
…
On the right-hand road, flames still erupted, sparks and raindrops intertwining, continuing to sizzle. Xiangzi had already returned to secure the Crimson Flame Dragon Egg.
Seeing that only one High-Rank Battle General remained behind her, Hu Ling felt a wave of relief. She once again amplified her aura, brought her fingers together, and re-tempered her long whip. She had been prepared to fight to the death. As a scion of the War God House, Hu Ling possessed ample fighting spirit, but facing only a single High-Rank Battle General, how could he be her match as a Mo University elite?
The High-Rank Battle General’s expression shifted slightly as he looked at Hu Ling’s imposing presence. With his young lady absent, facing an elite of the same level put immense pressure on him.
Just as Hu Ling was about to crush the warrior from the Cherry Blossom Country, a strange, hoarse laughter suddenly echoed through the rainy night before reverberating across the street.
“Heh heh, truly worthy of being from Magical Capital University. I’m quite familiar with some of your leaders. Thanks to one of your teachers, this old man’s eye was cut out.”
Hearing the hoarse laughter, both combatants immediately created distance. The warrior from the Cherry Blossom Country’s expression turned uncertain. He could feel the faint but palpable killing intent emanating from the owner of the voice.
“What faction is this person from… such a powerful aura.”
Hu Ling leaned against the wall, her face suddenly turning pale. She slowly looked up and saw an old man in black clerical robes hovering in the air. A terrifying aura far stronger than a Battle General Level radiated from him.
Battle King Level!
The old man in black clerical robes stood suspended in the air, dense grey death qi swirling around his toes like ripples, causing the surrounding air to divide like water waves. The old man had a scar over his single eye, and his brows were filled with a sinister expression. He was slightly thin, but his fingers bore tiny glints of cold light – extremely small fingernail blades. Illuminated by the distant streetlights, these blades flickered with a faint cold gleam.
The appearance of the old man in the black clerical robe caused the expressions of everyone present to change. The Cherry Blossom Country warrior who had been fiercely attacking Hu Ling a moment ago grimaced and turned to flee behind him. Hu Ling, however, looking at the silver cross on the old man’s sleeve, felt her heart sink. As a top student of Mo University, she understood what it represented.
The Ancient God Sect!
However, only a whistling sound broke the air. The figure in the sky vanished instantly and then reappeared before the Cherry Blossom Country warrior. Under everyone’s gaze, the small fingernail blade made a “swoosh” sound and instantly pierced the Cherry Blossom Country warrior through.
Slowly turning, the old man flicked the blood from his hand, his gaze sweeping over everyone. A strange smile appeared on his aged face, revealing a mouth full of rotten, yellow teeth. He chuckled and said, “Heh heh, I never expected to see this outfit in Flower City. It truly brings back memories.”
Under the scrutiny of such a powerful individual, Hu Ling’s face tightened, her hand gripping the hilt of the Crimson Flame whip. She said in a deep voice, “I am a direct descendant of the War God Hu family. If you attack us, my ancestor will uproot the Ancient God Sect forces in Flower City.”
“Hu family? Don’t be ridiculous, hahaha. I am the Priest of the Ancient God Sect. I’ve killed people from various arbitration organizations. Do you think I fear a mere noble family?” The old man in the black clerical robe shook his head dismissively.
“Alright, this old man won’t waste any more words with you. Will you surrender today, or will you continue to resist?” He waved his hand impatiently and said indifferently.
“Surrender and become a corpse?”
Sensing the killing intent gradually surging in the old man’s words, Hu Ling felt a slight stinging sensation on her skin and said in a deep voice. The Mo University students behind her also gritted their teeth, standing behind her. Everyone knew the methods of the Ancient God Sect. Even if they surrendered, their fate would not be good; being sacrificed was the least of it. Therefore, they might as well fight with all their might.
“Heh heh, it just so happens that this old man wants revenge for that knife attack. I’ll start with you, little girl.”
He touched the scar over his eye, his gaze turning increasingly cold. External Qi surged from him, and he stomped on the ground, his figure suddenly erupting forward, appearing not far in front of Hu Ling and the others.
“Don’t worry, this old man won’t kill you immediately. Bishop-sama still needs a blood sacrifice.” The old man in the black clerical robe walked slowly towards Hu Ling, his fingers rhythmically clenching and unclenching.
“Your appearance, this Bishop should like it very much. This old man will kill you in the most subtle way, ensuring the integrity of the body.”
“Whoosh!”
With a soft step, the death qi beneath his feet rushed towards the other end of the street, forming a giant grey barrier, blocking their escape route. Seeing the clear intent to annihilate them, Hu Ling’s heart sank completely, and a look of desperation appeared in her eyes.
Watching the old man in the black clerical robe approach slowly, Hu Ling tightened her grip on the Crimson Flame whip with her right hand. After a moment, she let out a low cry, stomped on the ground, and shot forward. Her whip lashed out without mercy, aimed directly at his neck.
Seeing Hu Ling initiate the attack first, the old man’s lips curled into a sneer. He stood his ground, and as the whip reached within two centimeters of his face, the finger blade in his hand, like an eagle’s claw, strangely extended forward. With a final five-fingered grasp, he actually caught the Crimson Flame whip firmly.
The whip was suddenly caught, and Hu Ling’s expression changed slightly. Gritting her teeth, she tugged fiercely at the whip, but the finger blades on the opponent’s fingers seemed to be stuck fast by super glue, firmly anchoring the whip’s midsection.
“Is this the level of Mo University students? It figures, after all, even your teachers are just like that.” The old man sneered at the struggling Hu Ling, revealing his yellow teeth. With a sudden, fierce pull, he swept towards the walls on both sides, a powerful force erupting abruptly!
“Whoosh—”
“Bang!”
With a whooshing sound, Hu Ling was violently flung against the wall, her feet dragging a long mark on the ground. Finally, she could only kneel, her hair disheveled. Blood trickled from the wrist holding the whip, finally flowing down the whip handle.
“Senior Sister Hu!” Seeing Hu Ling injured and struck against the wall, the students behind her exclaimed urgently.
The old man in the black clerical robe, his hands still opening and closing, slowly approached. He came before Hu Ling, his gaze fixed on her neck, partially hidden by her hair. He squinted, as if considering how to strike without damaging the skin.
“Hmph! Do you people think you can stop this old man?”
Several Battle General level students quickly lunged forward, but before they could reach Hu Ling, they were struck by several grey External Qi blasts and sent flying back, spitting blood. For a moment, no one dared to approach.
Under their terrified gazes, the old man seemed to find the right method. With a sinister grin, he slowly pulled Hu Ling’s hair up. The finger blades on his fingers shone with a chilling brilliance. The light from his fingertips reflected in Hu Ling’s vacant pupils. She looked at him powerlessly. He was too strong… the gap between Battle General and Battle King was insurmountable.
As the surrounding shocked gazes watched, the finger blades drew closer and closer to Hu Ling’s neck. Just as everyone thought she was surely going to die, the roar of an engine suddenly sounded, like a roaring beast in an angry cry.
“Bang!”
A massive black shadow burst in. The left-side wall was broken through by a black pickup truck equipped with a collision prevention formation. In an instant, the pickup truck rammed straight into the old man, who was sent crashing into the opposite wall. Dust billowed from the impact site. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Hu Ling slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.
“We meet again, Senior Sister.”
But as a female voice sounded, the confusion quickly turned to shock.
Who?!
