Chapter 791 The So-Called Inheritance (Part Two)
“Boom!”
Luofu Island, a figure was struck to the ground. As dust billowed, two black figures descended from mid-air. One figure was in front and the other behind, surrounding the figure in the middle.
“Elegy… Heh, you are indeed a Night Watcher.”
One of the figures was Rostan. He simply raised his hand, and with a sound like eight bells ringing, the ground shook. The “rumbling” sound echoed as ten-meter-high black walls rose on all sides, sealing off all escape routes.
“Cough, cough…”
Using the Mo Dao to support himself, Zhou Hong leaned on the blade. There was a streak of silver in his hair, and he even coughed dryly from time to time, his breathing becoming heavy. His gaze was fixed forward, with a hint of helplessness in his heart.
Has support not arrived yet?
He knew his situation clearly. He had overdrafted his life force to use Elegy, and coupled with his severe injuries, he had at most five more moves.
That year, the young man had violated the organization’s ban and distributed Elegy to the other five of them, repeatedly emphasizing not to use it unless absolutely necessary, as it would expose teammates.
“I won’t use it.”
He smiled. As an old undercover agent like him, he would never use Elegy in a way that would expose him, even on the day he died.
This was the most basic principle.
Until…
Zhou Hong looked at the short man on the other side. The latter had a deep knife mark on his body. The former had just tried to snatch Zhizhi back, and the distance was getting closer—he hesitated.
He hesitated between exposure and humanity.
Zhou Hong’s mind replayed the girl’s smile from before. Perhaps she came from humble origins, perhaps she had no blood connection to him, perhaps it would expose the organization…
But he had also said that he was not a hero, but a selfish crow.
He chose to surrender to humanity.
A few minutes ago.
The light of Elegy ignited the mist, and the middle-aged man burst with youthful passion. By burning his life force, he gained strength at the intermediate War God level. Almost instantly, he swung his saber at another Ferryman.
Boom!
This saber strike seemed to carry youthful madness, imbued with life force, cleaving through the black viscous liquid. Light frantically squeezed into the area dominated by mist and the dark domain.
For a moment, the light fell on the three figures. The slender figure wielded the saber, while the other advanced Ferryman was almost torn apart by this strike, fear appearing in his eyes for the first time…
Clearly, the opponent was not even an elder of the Night Watchers.
But there was always someone else on the battlefield, the Clown, that peak expert. The latter attacked without hesitation, with extreme speed, like the backbone of the team.
“Let’s kill him together. We need to report the situation to Lord Zichuan as soon as possible.”
Hearing this, the other short Ferryman could only nod. The three of them started fighting again, with saber light and sword shadows flashing. Their subordinate pets were all unleashed, and the towering ape, the giant eagle, all with halo of rules, mixed in the battle.
It continued until now, all subordinate pets were forcibly recalled, and Zhou Hong could no longer endure such high-intensity combat, and was defeated…
“Is it worth it? You can easily obtain women, wealth, and power from the Ancient God Sect.”
Seeing that Zhou Hong did not reply, the Clown Rostan’s smile turned mocking. He swayed his feet left and right, like a real circus clown, and walked towards the former.
“…Who knows.”
Pressing down on the saber hilt, Zhou Hong stared intently at the Clown in front of him. The Mo Dao in his hand trembled slightly. He wanted to gather strength for a desperate struggle.
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He was an old Night Watcher who had experienced many nights of watch and returns. Since he had used Elegy, he had to fight for that one-in-ten-thousand chance of victory.
Under Zhou Hong’s gaze, the Clown’s steps stopped two meters in front of him. His eyes glowed with cold light as he looked down at the former. Then his vision shifted slightly down to the trembling saber. He said playfully:
“Your strength is not enough. If it were the Liuli Ferryman, you might be able to fight me. Bloodline plays a decisive role among gentlemen like you. From birth until you change your bloodline, you are behind others.”
“But we are not. We only need to sacrifice a few talented humans to receive the blessings of the gods.”
As the effeminate voice fell, the Clown fumbled into his pocket for a cigarette, then struck a match and lit it slowly, as if everything was not urgent.
He paused, took out a thin lotus cigarette, offered it to the former, and continued, “If you are willing to go with me to see Lord Zichuan and explain Bai Ya’s plan in detail, perhaps I can let you go.”
Zhou Hong did not take the cigarette. He still held the Mo Dao plunged into the ground. He lowered his head and asked with a smile:
“Even if I say it, will you believe me?”
“It’s hard to say. As long as what you say is valuable, perhaps Lord Zichuan can let you sacrifice your soul to sign a contract with that one-eyed god. Only then can you survive.”
The Clown casually put away the cigarette, extended his palm forward, and black liquid began to form around Zhou Hong’s feet, about half a meter in radius, as if trying to engulf him like a ball.
“In my corrosive liquid, you will have a chance to sign a contract with that god. If you refuse, I can only kill you now.”
With his other hand, he held the cigarette, his eyes narrowed, as if everything was under control.
“Last chance!”
Looking at the slowly rising black liquid, Zhou Hong’s eyes became colder and colder. His hair turned white at an extremely fast speed, and his aura suddenly became scorching hot. His arm trembled violently, and he stared at the Clown at the moment he lit his cigarette…
Elegy!
He turned into a black shadow and flashed forward. The Mo Dao in his hand radiated a rule light and swept across fiercely. Then, green external Qi surged forth, and finally, with the force of splitting mountains, he fiercely slashed towards the Clown’s neck.
“Don’t you understand yet? Lord Zichuan sent me here specifically to counter you.”
The Clown looked coldly at the violently chopping Mo Dao. He casually raised his hand, and a black staff appeared in his palm. The staff stirred casually, colliding with the Mo Dao, making “ding ding!!” sounds. In just a few breaths, the momentum of the hot Mo Dao was reduced to its limit, and the external Qi was scattered.
“Intermediate War God has completely perfected the rules. The gap between us cannot be bridged by mere blood-burning skills!”
After the long staff dispersed the opponent’s external Qi, the Clown’s eyes turned cold. He leaned forward and pushed, pushing against the Mo Dao. With a “dong” sound, air waves surged up and down.
“Pfft!”
Suffering a heavy blow, Zhou Hong spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and his body flew backward violently. After skidding for more than ten meters on the ground, he finally stopped slowly.
He lowered his head, his ears buzzing, and he could almost feel his body crying out in pain. He looked up at the front, watching the Clown’s unhurried approaching footsteps, and helplessness flickered in his eyes…
Why isn’t it here yet?
Memories kept flooding into his mind, including his wife, his colleagues, Zhizhi…
It seemed his brain was telling him that everything was about to reach its conclusion.
He shook his head, forcing himself not to think about these things. It wasn’t the final step yet, and he was not the last chess piece in this game.
“Stop struggling. We cleared the area before we came, so no one will come. You, this chess piece, will not be the last one to be dealt with.”
The Clown grinned, his footsteps closing in. The black iron staff in his hand glowed with dark aura…
Just as he raised his foot again, an extremely dangerous aura came from behind him. The Clown’s face suddenly froze. He swung his attack towards the empty space behind him without warning.
“Ding!”
In that empty space, a scythe-like blade of blood-gold external Qi suddenly emerged, carrying a strong scent of blood.
The gazes of the three figures all looked over. They saw the silver hair of that figure fluttering unrestrainedly, her cold blood-red eyes fixed on the Clown. The interweaving of cold and blood was like the Duke of Blood from the last century descending.
“Clang!”
The collision between the two caused a sonic boom on the black wall, as if announcing the arrival of an extraterritorial chess piece in this game!
During the collision, the silver-haired figure was pushed back several steps, while the Clown Ferryman also retreated one step. A blood streak was slashed across his face. He looked up at the indifferent pretty face and said in a low voice:
“Your Excellency is a Blood Clan Elder? In this century, the Ancient God Sect should have no disputes with the Blood Clan. Why do you make a move?”
He had been somewhat depleted before. When he fought with this young lady, although her strength was strange, he could feel that she had at least intermediate War God level strength in their clash.
He was not sure if he could take her down.
“…”
Feeling the gust of wind hitting him, Zhou Hong seemed to have sobered up quite a bit. He looked blankly at Su Jiu. Although the Blood Clan aura of the latter was very strong, he could feel the true essence of her power…
Elegy, a very pure Elegy.
The Clown narrowed his eyes, but his gaze was sideways towards Zhou Hong’s back, and a faint arc appeared on his lips again…
“Feng, Shadow Guard, stop him!”
Ignoring the Clown, Su Jiu looked at the short Ferryman trying to sneak attack from behind Zhou Hong and shouted loudly.
The short Ferryman was stunned. Suddenly, several dark auras emerged, and at the same time, a scarlet figure appeared in front of him. Before he could react, those figures rushed towards him with explosive killing intent.
On the front, the Clown seemed to understand something. He looked at Su Jiu’s black and gold gourd, and his eyes turned cold. “Are you that Night Watcher from the live broadcast?”
The opponent actually had support, which was something he had never expected.
“Guess—Shun.”
Su Jiu smiled lightly, gripping the scythe handle. The cold light in his blood-red eyes flashed, and his entire person disappeared from the spot, leaving only an afterimage.
“Tricks, do you think I’ll fall for it a second time?”
The Clown sneered and was about to raise his hand to block behind him with the black staff. But the moment he raised his hand, blood squeezed out of his cheek, and a dizzying sensation surged into his mind…
“Damn it, is this a characteristic of the Blood Clan?!”
His heart was suddenly shocked. He could only rely on the black liquid to spray out from his hands, using the thrust to tilt his body. He saw a cold light attacking.
Following closely behind was blood splashing everywhere. The scythe cut off one of his arms like slicing tofu. This was a result that neither Su Jiu nor the Clown had expected.
Su Jiu did not expect that after adding Bairnis, Blood Surge seemed to have strengthened by 50%. It seemed that this skill could only be fully utilized by a true Duke.
Of course, the main reason was that the Clown was too complacent and didn’t understand Su Jiu…
