The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 743 - 359: Back to the Very Beginning
As Gu Jianlin turned around, the dark Qi Realm behind him exploded. The Lamborghini, which had been crushed flat, erupted into a sky-high blaze on the spot, its burning wreckage shooting in all directions, tumbling to the ground.
The golden Divine Sacrificial Fire swallowed the wreckage of the supercar like a tide, the scorched earth spreading endlessly.
The Life Rhythm inside the wrecked Lamborghini had vanished. Regardless of whatever stories these two Jiang Family members had, or how close the blood ties were to his sister, in his eyes, they were just like ants, posing no threat and unable to stir up any significant trouble.
Facing him with the same Rank was originally an original sin.
"Qilin."
A trace of deep apprehension appeared on Judge Bai’s pale face as she felt that everything before her was so shocking. Her pupils mirrored the burning long street, and the demon emerging from the flames.
The dignified and ferocious Qilin Horn, the ancient and solemn Ink Jade Mask, akin to cast-iron scales flowing with the brilliance of molten lava, appeared as a ghost or god stepping out from Ancient mythology, embodying a high-ranked Evolutionary State!
She clutched her chest, still faintly aching, feeling as if her heart was gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
"Don’t be afraid, if the intelligence is correct, our target is at most Fifth Rank. Even in an Evolutionary State, he won’t be our match." Judge Black wiped the blood from the corner of his lips fiercely.
They never expected that tonight’s target would be the Qilin.
Someone who should have been dead mysteriously appeared in Tokyo.
Even appearing at a base of The Order of the Hidden.
This inevitably led to much speculation.
Ordinarily, the two judges wouldn’t say a single word more. They would strike directly.
But the situation now was somewhat different.
The two judges, feared in the Dark World, appeared now in such a sorry state. Both were pale, with a hole in the chest of their garments, though stained with scarlet blood, sparing them from looking too ridiculous or causing any immodesty, yet still a shocking sight.
Gu Jianlin only needed a glance to know whom they had provoked.
Indeed, it was the handiwork of his senior brother.
Who could easily kill two Holy Land Levels, stripping away their last means of survival.
The reason for not wiping them out completely was perhaps for leaving them to him.
Under usual circumstances, he would never be so reckless as to face two Holy Land Levels alone.
But today the circumstances were different.
First, these two Holy Land Levels had not mastered any Supreme Law.
Secondly, their condition was poor, having already been heavily injured once.
Lastly, his current combat power was unprecedentedly formidable.
"Was it you who created the singing?"
He looked up, fiery golden eyes swirling with molten lava, his voice hoarse and cold.
"What did you say?" Judge Bai asked with a cold face.
"No need for idle talk, seize him within five minutes if possible, make sure to leave him alive. The Qilin can die, but not at our hands—otherwise, if the Order World becomes enraged, we will surely die," Judge Black coldly gazed at the demon-like boy on the street, suddenly hearing the sound of a phone ringing.
It was Gu Jianlin’s phone.
His phone, which had been kept inside the Qilin Wedge since arriving in Tokyo.
Rarely taken out.
At this moment the phone rang, it was from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
Gu Jianlin actually answered the phone.
On the phone, Mr. Solomon’s voice emerged, elegantly remarking: "Truly worthy of being the King of Qing’s student. I must admit, I have underestimated you before, not expecting you to have mastered such great power and reached such profound heights with the You Ying Law. Ha, I had thought you were dead."
Gu Jianlin remained silent.
"It appears that dear Miss Skylark might be in your hands. I don’t know how you won her trust, but let’s make a deal. We can make the singing resound once more, Skylark will completely lose herself, and she’ll never control you again. Our people will take her away," Mr. Solomon chuckled softly. "And I will ensure your return to the Order World, continue being the Crown Prince of the Ether Association and the obedient baby of the President, and the last successor of the King of Qing, our matters written off."
Gu Jianlin faintly heard a mocking snort deep within his heart.
"It seems you still don’t quite understand me."
Gu Jianlin spoke hoarsely into the phone: "How did you think to negotiate with me?"
Mr. Solomon laughed: "The setup I crafted, the original target wasn’t you, which surprised me a little, so I’m attempting to mitigate losses now. I lack confidence, and so do you. I’m gambling, and so are you. Your senior brother is now fighting someone from Buzhou Mountain, the strongest Pseudo Ancestors in the world."
He paused: "How do you know he’ll win? If he falters, and the singing occurs again, you will die without a burial place. You can’t afford this risk. In a few months, you’ll be an adult, and one essential survival skill for an adult is... compromise."
A wind rose in the late-night Tokyo, perhaps due to the presence of an Azure Dragon at the far end of the sky.
A layer of mist arose in the city, moisture diffusing into the air, accompanied by rolling clouds gathering, as if brewing a storm, yet its prelude was so oppressive, with only the terrifying Dragon Roar echoing.
"Sorry, I believe in my senior brother."
Gu Jianlin said indifferently: "It seems your Order of the Hidden’s intelligence isn’t quite up to par."
The phone line went silent for a second due to Mr. Solomon: "Why do you say that?"
"If you truly understood me, you wouldn’t talk about writing off matters."
Gu Jianlin raised his fierce golden eyes: "In my world, it’s either kill or be killed."
Thud.
The call ended.
In his world, it was impossible for his senior brother to lose.
And to find the song, there was a simplest way.
That was to leave none alive.
Kill them all, and it would be fine.
A very simple method of elimination.
Gu Jianlin strode out of the sea of fire, casually tossing his phone aside.
"Are you ready?"
He didn’t know who he was speaking to.
The shadow, as if a demon, awakened behind him.
It was a stunningly beautiful maiden, her breathtakingly stunning appearance shaking the soul, her ink-stained black hair cascading like a waterfall in the firelight, with dark mist faintly entwining her like threads, sketching out an exquisite curve of temptation.
Her eyes and brows exuded a seductive charm, a touch of crimson eye shadow as vivid as blood.
She seemed to be born of fire, and the beauty that blossomed in an instant reached an extreme!
This was the shadow born from the Qilin Forbidden Curse.
Yet it surpassed the power of his own rank.
Because this shadow had become a vessel.
Skylark’s vessel.
"Heh."
A faint mocking tone echoed, so ethereal and beautiful: "Thank you!"
Judge Bai’s danger foreknowledge exploded on the spot, screaming in terror: "Run away!"
Judge Black was suddenly shocked, but before he could react, he was blasted away like a cannonball, crashing fiercely into a shopping mall building, the massive impact sweeping out, shattering the glass curtain wall!
In the dark night, the stunning maiden, enveloped in mist, looked down at him from above.
Those bewitching, charming vertical pupils seemed to be burning.
"Young Miss?"
Judge Black spat out a mouthful of blood, murmuring.
Skylark’s gaze was contemptuous, like a bloody afterimage fleeting, suddenly piercing through his body!
With a crack, blood spurted wildly!
In the night echoed Judge Black’s wailing of despair!
"No!"
Judge Bai’s eyes were filled with horror; that was her brother she had grown up relying on, now mercilessly slaughtered.
Suddenly, she felt fear, her blood turning cold.
Because the rampant star cluster in the sky was gathering, the burning starlight so blisteringly hot, the gaps in the clouds like the stern eyes of a god, seemingly brewing a divine punishment of destruction.
"When I started out, my first enemy was a Magician."
Gu Jianlin leaped, landing like a cannonball on the overpass, the spiritual body of the golden skeleton explosively growing, covering him like The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, the terrifying bones proliferating and spreading, four burning ghost hands crisscrossing.
Each ghost hand was entwined with fierce arcs of electricity, condensing into a jet-black Thunderbolt Spear.
"I didn’t expect the first Holy Land level I faced would still be a Magician."
He rasped: "Come on, show me how strong a Holy Land level really is."
In Judge Bai’s pupils sparked a hint of madness, the bloody frenzy pervading: "You forced me to this."
Gu Jianlin rasped a laugh.
This feeling was all too familiar to him.
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With a crack.
The Moon Princess stoically flicked the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, the last enemy kneeling before her, head rolling.
She stood at the corner of an adult shop, gazing at the battlefield beneath the overpass, coldly saying: "Did you see? This is the man I chose. Twelve Twilight Candidates, the eight main frontline, all wiped out."
"The battle lasted no more than three minutes."
She calmly said: "Please tell me, why do I have any reason to run away?"
On the phone, Jiang Mingyan fell silent.
"All my life you’ve given me only choices to compromise and yield, either not let me become an Ascender, or let me return to the Jiang Family as an illegitimate family member, or just tell me to run away."
The Moon Princess proudly lifted her chin, snorting coldly: "But by his side, I don’t need to bow my head to anyone, nor do I need to destroy a clone like a stray dog, hiding in Peak City, not daring to come out. The fact proves, your judgment is indeed lacking, the person you don’t like is much stronger than you."
Jiang Mingyan was silent for a long time, coldly said: "Those twelve Jiang Family members are a minor issue, but Judge Black and Judge Bai are two Holy Land levels; do you really think he’s invincible?"
The Moon Princess seemed to seriously consider this question for a moment.
"He did promise me he would consider our relationship issues."
She silently laughed: "So he won’t die."
