The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 741 - 357: The Nightmare Begins

Outside Shinjuku Station, thunderous roars echoed, hoarse and cold, with ominous shadows faintly visible in the burning ruins, like demons breaking free from Hell’s prison.

"Target alive! Repeat, target alive!"

Jiang Ruomeng shouted into the intercom, but when she saw the terrifying silhouette in the flames, her instinct was to flee. However, years of battling in the Dark World cultivated a will that made her drop the intercom, gripping her tachi at her waist tightly as if it was her lifeline.

She was renowned as the Little Knife Saint in her family.

Because the Red King was inherently mischievous, he often left parts of his legacy in unexpected places, like hiding treasures waiting for someone to find them.

Jiang Ruomeng had not been influential in the Jiang Family due to her poor talent, until one day she accidentally answered a Priest’s question while praying at a shrine, and received a mysterious gift.

It was the Red King’s sword skill legacy.

Jiang Hanye was once her rival, unfortunately, he died before she mastered the sword skill.

Now she was searching for a new target.

This was her debut after seclusive training in swordsmanship. She was confident she had become strong, no longer fearing anyone.

"Bombard!"

Jiang Ziyue’s eyes grew solemn as he issued the command again.

A sound of explosions akin to artillery fire echoed through the night, as meteoric flames crashed into the burning district, releasing terrifying light and heat, violently shaking the entire long street, as if about to collapse.

Accompanied by ancient low tones, the Heavenly Masters stood on rooftops, unleashing a torrent of thought energy, engulfing the four elements of Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire into a chaotic swirl that swept over the terrifying silhouette like a storm.

After divination, it was determined the enemy’s rank was at most the Sixth Rank.

More likely the Fifth Rank.

Below the Holy Land Level, this time it was almost a tenfold force difference, a sheer firepower crush.

And between the floors of the long street, a tiny, delicate shadow flickered like a sprite.

Moon Princess, with the Lock of Nonexistence coiled around her wrist, maneuvered ghost-like with a single, clear objective: to swiftly eliminate the enemy’s support path.

This was the brother and sister’s recently discussed tactic.

Even knowing he wouldn’t risk his life as a joke, she couldn’t help but feel startled when she heard the terrifying explosion behind her, hurriedly glancing back, her beautiful eyes reflecting the soaring flames.

"I’m giving you one last chance, go home immediately!"

Her phone vibrated with an incoming call she hadn’t authorized: "Stay out of this today, no matter who it’s for. Their brotherly actions are tantamount to courting death, and I won’t allow you to get involved. If your actions get exposed, I can’t protect you."

Moon Princess deftly leapt to the balcony of a tall building, expressionless: "I don’t need your protection; you couldn’t even protect your man back then, so why stop me from protecting mine?"

She intended to hang up immediately, but as the invigorating night breeze hit her face, she suddenly felt at ease.

She wanted to prove something tonight.

To prove her choice.

Jiang Mingyan barked over the phone: "That’s your reason for dying?"

Moon Princess replied indifferently: "I live in Peak City. No matter how bold Old Jiang is, he wouldn’t dare seek me out. I want you to know I’m not like you. I’ll defy what I dislike. I want you to understand that if you had faced things with Dad back then, today’s outcome might have been different."

"It may sound unfair to Dad, but it’s true."

She earnestly declared: "My judgment in men is better than yours."

Jiang Mingyan fell silent, evidently deep in thought.

Moon Princess turned away, and with a light leap backed by the burning ruins, she coolly stated: "I know with your Eagle Eye you see what’s happening here, so watch closely, the man I raised."

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A growing smile crept onto Jiang Ziyue’s face as he gripped the tachi at his waist.

"Draw the blade, behead!"

He licked his lips: "Chop the body into eight pieces!"

This was a cautious approach, stay vigilant against the unknown enemy!

Jiang Ruomeng decisively entered her Evolutionary State, with purple dragon horns emerging atop her head. Her menacing, deep-purple vertical pupils charged forth like the mythical Dragon Girl breaking through the ground, dashing like lightning.

Her tachi tore through the fierce wind, unleashing a piercing wail akin to the cries of ghosts!

A cold arc of a blade flashed in the darkness, ripping through even the Void, striking at the shadow within the ruins!

The ancient, deadly Sword Intent spread, the thick scent of blood like impending combustion; this was the Red King’s youthful sword skill, inciting spirit and will to boil freely, even allowing the tumultuous Ancient God’s Breath to command her, thus her strike was extremely fierce, aiming for a kill-in-one-shot!

Clang!

The instant the blade light sliced through, it was unexpectedly blocked!

Amid the metallic clang, Jiang Ruomeng was shocked because a fleeting, exquisite profile casually deflected her sure-kill strike, the oncoming Blade Technique Extreme Intent nearly stopping her heart!

It bore the murderous intent of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, in a daze, Mandala Flowers bloomed across the world, with the sound of dragons piercing the soul!

With a crack, her blade shattered in response!

The overpowering force flung her backward, making her spew a mouthful of fresh blood.

For the incoming Sword Qi had already sliced through her throat!

Amid the fleeting killing intent, she could barely see anything, only feeling the profile’s sharpness and murderous intent, with its graceful allure enough to make heaven and earth tumble!

Jiang Ziyue suddenly flickered behind her, causing her to crash into his embrace, yet the tremendous impact knocked them both down, like being hit by a cannonball, crashing into the convenience store across the street!

At the same time, three Heavenly Master Paths were enveloped by an overwhelming thought, descending from the heavens!

Boom!

Accompanied by the skeletal remains forged in gold, the roar of Qilin shook the soul!

A pitch-black Thunderbolt Spear materialized from thin air, mercilessly piercing a Heavenly Master’s defensive thought, tearing through his chest and pinning him to a streetlight on the street.

The violent black arcs of electricity exploded, leaving him barely alive!

The momentum of the two falling Heavenly Masters halted abruptly, their pupils flickering with immense terror!

Bang! The asphalt surface shattered.

A demon-like young man soared into the sky, violent black flames burning on his forehead. He was shrouded in a spiritual body of golden bones, like a giant out of mythology, filled with majestic fury.

This demon raised his hands, twisted and hideous ghost hands entwined with golden Divine Sacrificial Fire, mercilessly gripping the throats of two enemies and smashing them into the asphalt road, shattering stones and blasting dust!

He roared to the sky, the golden Divine Sacrificial Fire burning fiercely, instantly turning the long street into a vast scorched earth!

"Solomon, come out and see me!"

Gu Jianlin’s voice was like a wind from hell, echoing across the long street.

He certainly wanted that person to come out.

Because Solomon’s current state was very bad; once he came out, something was bound to be exposed.

And now, the singing had stopped.

The wicked woman saw an opportunity and would stop at nothing to strike first and kill him.

The pathetic worm was hiding behind the scenes, keeping the song on some puppet, setting up this trap to capture or even kill them. However, this guy had overlooked one point: they were not conventional combat forces but ultimate beings born from the Ancient God Clan and humans, owners of two Supreme Laws!

Si Xingye certainly couldn’t break out of this trap.

The problem was, that was just an identity Gu Jianlin used temporarily.

Gu Jianlin was always himself.

Always, Qilin!

The golden flames burned on the long street, Gu Jianlin enduring the imminent collapsing pain within his body, estimating the time for this Ancient God Transformation, walking in the flames like a demon from hell, the scorching heat boiling the void.

He bore pitch-black Dragon Horns, the mysterious and solemn Ink Jade Mask gleamed with noble luster, black scales like armor tore through his casual shirt, the majestic Ancient God’s Breath flowing within, cells had proliferated to the trillionth level, releasing ancient and violent power like a flood, roaring freely.

He had never felt in such good condition.

This was his first Ancient God Transformation since advancing to Fifth Rank.

Even in the real world, every moment brought a tearing pain, sourced from body and soul.

Even more painful than nearly being blown up by the wicked woman earlier.

But the pleasure brought by that power suppressed the pain.

Not only that, a shadow also hid behind him.

He could transform at any time, showcasing the power from Candle Dragon Venerable!

Clang!

Jiuyin resonated, tumultuous blood currents were bloody in the darkness.

"Solomon, come out."

His voice was so calm, yet it exploded like thunder at Shinjuku Station.

At this moment, all the advertisement boards at Shinjuku Station shattered, the electric sparks flashed and extinguished, exposing the sinister wires, even the broadcast channels were disrupted by strong magnetic fields, emitting sporadic sizzling sounds.

"The Jiang Family’s battle power means nothing to me."

Gu Jianlin lifted his fierce golden eyes, saying indifferently: "If you want to kill me, do it yourself."

The streetlights flickered wildly, the ancient overwhelming pressure nearly exploding the entire long street.

Jiang Ruomeng crawled out from the ruins, seeing the demon bathed in golden flames, shocked and startled.

"This person, he actually is..."

Her gaze trembled, the hand holding the sword also shook, the broken tiger’s mouth oozing fresh blood.

Jiang Ziyue stood shakily, his peripheral vision caught that silhouette and was stunned.

"Qilin."

He said softly: "The Crown Prince of the Ether Association, Qilin."

Without hesitation, the awakened Jiang Family members present decisively showed their strongest state, emitting piercing roars to the sky, Ancient God’s Breath rioting in their bodies, evolving towards the ancient deities’ form!

In the burning ruins, Gu Jianlin merely glanced at them indifferently.

He also made a gesture.

He raised one finger, pressing it against his lips.

"Shh."

Led by Jiang Ziyue and Jiang Ruomeng, the Jiang Family members were stunned.

The nightmare was about to begin.