Chapter 591: Collision of Red and Black (Part Two)
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on it, and the field fell into silence. It seemed someone had intervened in this battle, but they didn’t know what had happened, only looking at each other in confusion.
“Next, leave it to me.”
In the remarkably tacit silence, a female voice suddenly rang out, as if crow feathers were falling from the sky, landing on the snow, and then shattering into phantoms.
Hearing this voice, everyone’s eyes turned to the sky. They saw the deer-horned girl holding a silver-white scythe, stepping on air. The crow feathers on her black skirt fluttered in the wind.
“Heh… No need to die.”
Looking at this not-so-familiar face, Ziwei Li leaned heavily against the power line with difficulty, sighing with relief. A smile finally appeared on his pale cheeks.
He couldn’t see through Su Jiu’s strength, just like he couldn’t see through the Ferryman, but the fact that she could resist the Ferryman’s slash proved that this was a duel between kings.
“Su… Jiu.”
Whispering his name, Lin Mei felt a little dizzy. She took two steps back, transformed back into human form, and retreated to Ziwei Li’s side, carrying him on her back. She whispered, “Even I can’t see through her strength now. She might be Demigod Level, or even stronger.”
Si Chen also came back to his senses, his icy gaze projected towards the sky. Upon seeing that Su Jiu was only wearing the Crow Feather Attire, his face relaxed slightly, and then he sneered:
“I thought I knew who the strategist behind this was, but I didn’t expect it to be just an ordinary Elder.”
“Heh heh…”
Hearing this, Su Jiu chuckled and shook her head. She looked down at the handsome man below and asked with a faint smile, “Teacher Si Chen, don’t you recognize me?”
He had killed hundreds of students in three cities. If she hadn’t met Lord Liu Yue, and if Principal Huang of Zhiyuan High School hadn’t been demoted there, she would have probably been buried by rounds of disasters.
“Teacher Si Chen…”
Hearing this title, which hadn’t been mentioned for a long time, Si Chen looked at Su Jiu. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he murmured:
“It’s you, the last one in the class next door. I remember a mission that failed because of you. I didn’t expect someone your age to become a Night Watcher Elder and arrange all this…”
Was it an expedited promotion by the Night Watchers?
He then fell silent for a moment, smiling faintly, “You were still a high school student a year ago. Even if you’ve become an Elder, do you think you’re capable of facing us? Everyone’s growth has a trajectory. No matter how strong you are, you’re just Battle King Level at most.”
As he spoke, he tilted his head, gesturing with his eyes for a Black-clad Bishop to launch a sneak attack during the conversation…
Listening to Si Chen’s analysis, Su Jiu smiled. She thought that Teacher Si Chen was indeed formidable, able to analyze her approximate strength in just a few words. However, today, he would ultimately make a miscalculation.
She was no longer the same person she was. Even facing the Blood Clan Elders who had taken the Silly Duke away, she now had room to negotiate.
Before Su Jiu could make a move, a black shadow flashed from behind her. The sharp weapon in his hand glinted coldly, attacking Su Jiu’s vital point on her back.
“Watch out behind you!”
The sudden attack startled Lin Mei and the other person, and they couldn’t help but shout a reminder.
“Clang!”
As the cry fell, Su Jiu’s smile remained. She casually swung the handle of the long scythe behind her, easily blocking the sneak attack. Then, she pressed her palm against the front of the scythe.
“Screech!”
With the sound of flesh being cut, the attacking Black-clad Bishop was split diagonally. Splattering blood scattered on the ground like ice crystals, making a sound like glass beads.
Pulling off the storage bag from the person behind her, Su Jiu’s gaze fell on the Ferryman who was waiting for an opportunity. She suddenly smiled, put away her scythe, and gently raised her hand, saying, “Don’t worry, your opponent isn’t me, but…”
“Them.”
As soon as she finished speaking, two figures suddenly appeared on the path that was meant to enclose them. In an instant, two law halos erupted above their heads, and their imposing aura pressed down with immense weight.
“Two War God Levels?!”
When these two auras suddenly appeared, both Si Chen and Ziwei Li’s eyes widened in shock. They would never have dreamed that Su Jiu could command such powerful individuals.
After all, War God Level was a peak powerhouse in Dragon Country, a true strong contender in any field.
“This mission involves War God Level intervention, so the difficulty must be SSS Grade. This time, I should be able to earn quite a bit of merit.”
Taking a deep breath, Ziwei Li felt his blood coursing with increasing heat. After this matter, he would definitely become an Elder of the Elder Hall.
He had initially thought she was just an ordinary Night Watcher, but he didn’t expect her influence to be so great. This time, he was quite fortunate. The mission would likely be completed.
“Are these all small fries? Elder of the Ninth Clan, let’s make a move. The Ferryman is yours.”
Aman’s gaze swept over the people in front of him, but he couldn’t muster any interest. He stomped his foot on the ground, and with a bang, he exploded towards the Black-clad Bishops, spewing out overwhelming cold air that cracked the ground, forming layers of wrinkles.
Su Jiu, casually observing the reversed situation, didn’t idly stand by. She gripped the scythe tightly, enveloped in white light, and swung it towards Si Chen, who was trying to escape using Alchemical Talismans.
She had long noticed that this old acquaintance was trying to slip away and had been waiting quietly with [Dream of Blossoms].
“You!”
In mid-air, seeing Su Jiu flashing towards him, Si Chen couldn’t even utter a word. His eyes were full of white light, and he could only close them, hearing a “crack” sound, as if something had been broken.
Feeling that the grip was different, Su Jiu frowned. Then, she used the sharp, angular blade at the back of the scythe, rotated it halfway, and thrust it towards his head.
Si Chen’s Ancient God Sect bishop attire was cut in half and fell to the ground, but his body was unharmed. Immediately, a bloody phantom shot out from the attire, and a hand caught the thrust.
“Bang!”
A wave of air erupted from the point of contact. Su Jiu stepped back half a step, her gaze falling on the phantom of the red-clothed girl before her, and she said faintly, “You’re The Singer, aren’t you?”
Si Chen looked at the red phantom who had blocked the crisis for him, his face showing an expression of surviving a disaster. As if thinking of something, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he whispered:
“This is the protection given by The Singer…”
“Scram.”
The Singer’s phantom did not appear as relaxed as Si Chen. She looked at Si Chen, her meaning unmistakable – her phantom had limited energy, so he should run quickly.
Si Chen’s expression became serious. He was not foolish. Without saying another word, he ran towards the seventh city.
Knowing that Si Chen understood her meaning, The Singer’s phantom turned her head, her gaze fixed on the token at Su Jiu’s waist. Her voice was as cold as that of an emotionless puppet:
“Night Watcher, let him go, or you will pay an unimaginable price.”
“Why can’t a destined person be killed?”
Hearing the other party’s words, Su Jiu seemed not to hear them. She smiled faintly, dragged her scythe, and flashed towards Si Chen, the scythe exuding a deep frost.
“If you kill him, I will make everyone in these cities pay!”
The Singer’s phantom was furious upon seeing this. She produced a sharp spike-like prism and fiercely thrust it towards Su Jiu. Hundreds of feet of bloody dragon drill fiercely stabbed upwards from below towards Su Jiu’s back.
“Flash!”
However, Su Jiu ignored it completely. Her gaze locked onto Si Chen in the sky. Her figure directly flashed behind him, and the giant scythe in her hand began to charge up, its blade emitting a cold light.
“Damn it! She knows this spatial penetration skill.”
The blood dragon drill missed its target in the sky, shredding Su Jiu’s afterimage. The Singer’s phantom’s face showed a trace of anxiety, and she also turned into red light and rushed over.
Looking at Su Jiu chasing Si Chen’s back, her expression became ugly. She immediately issued another stern warning, “Do you want the original inhabitants of these cities to pay for your recklessness?”
Si Chen naturally noticed the anomaly behind him. He turned his head slightly to look back, only to find that Su Jiu was like a maggot on a buried bone, sticking closely behind him, only two body lengths away.
And the distance was constantly closing!
“Oh no!”
His already ugly face turned completely pale. A white light flashed in his hand, and a black-red long saber appeared in his palm. He wanted to turn and fight back against Su Jiu, but he heard a familiar hoarse female voice from afar shouting, “Run! Don’t look back!”
Si Chen froze. The moment he subconsciously turned his head, he met those cold golden eyes.
“Go atone.”
Just as this strategist-type Black-clad Bishop was stunned, Su Jiu’s giant scythe, like an ancient executioner’s cleaver, suddenly swung towards his neck.
Almost without making any sound, a spherical object fell from mid-air. A generation of red-clothed confidantes completely perished, her sinful blood splashing into the air.
“Rest in peace, people who died in Huayang City, those who were sacrificed, those Dragon Hunters who died in battle…”
Standing solemnly, watching the headless corpse fall, Su Jiu made a hand seal for a rebirth mantra. At this moment, the weapon in Si Chen’s hand transformed into a Wild Plains Lion the size of a small building, and he suddenly smiled.
The lion had a scar on its eye and its eyes were wide open, as if it couldn’t understand why its powerful master had died before its own death…
Su Jiu remembered this lion – Cang Shan Jun. When she was weak, she had survived only with the protection of Lord Liu Yue.
“You… You! You killed him?”
The Singer stood about ten meters away from Su Jiu, her face full of disbelief. She no longer pursued Su Jiu, but like a child who had lost something important, she madly rushed towards the headless corpse.
“No, it’s impossible!”
…
Many years ago, a dirty little beggar was brought into the US branch of the Ancient God Sect by a red-clothed girl with twin ponytails. His still bright eyes surveyed the place.
There was a warm fireplace here, and people wearing priestly attire always smiled at him, even giving him candy.
He didn’t understand the intentions of these adults.
He only knew that it was warm here, and he wouldn’t be swallowed by the wind and snow outside.
The twin-ponytail girl looked at the little beggar and asked again, “Do you really want to join the Ancient God Sect?”
The little beggar thought for a moment and nodded: “It’s warm here, and people give me food, like a dream.”
The twin-ponytail girl patted the little beggar’s head and asked with a smile, “What’s your name?”
The little beggar thought for a long time before shaking his head.
Seeing him thinking, the twin-ponytail girl suddenly burst into laughter, finding it inexplicably amusing: “You like to ponder so much, and you’re also from Dragon Country, why not call you…”
“Si Chen.”
The little beggar knew he had a name. Looking up at that cold yet slightly gentle face, his heart pounded: “Okay.”
The twin-ponytail girl emphasized again, “When you join the Ancient God Sect, you must learn to kill. You are too young, so why don’t you stay by my side for now?”
The little beggar nodded and said softly, “Understood, sister.”
Hearing that, the twin-ponytail girl immediately put on a stern face and pressed her rather cold finger onto his head, saying seriously, “Call me Bishop.”
“Bishop sister.”
By the fireplace, the little beggar blinked and nodded again.
The twin-ponytail girl was slightly stunned. Looking at the little beggar’s face, she was a bit lost in thought. She sighed lightly and said seriously, “Before you turn sixteen, you are not allowed to contact anyone from the organization. You must study hard.”
He fell into thought again, and finally the little beggar asked inexplicably, “Why? These Black-clad uncles are clearly very kind people.”
The twin-ponytail girl took the little beggar’s hand and turned to leave. Her high heels made a “clack” sound on the wooden floor as they completely disappeared from the branch hall.
“There’s no why. This is your first Ancient God Sect mission.”
