The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 748 - 361: Just How Strong Is He? (2)

"Hmph."

Ji Zhou sneered, "If you like him, just say so openly. Why were you so bold when you were at his house, and now you’re timid? What are you afraid of?"

This truly hit Tang Ling at her sore spot.

Back then, she thought he was dead, so she decided to be his lover and fulfill her filial duties to his family.

Even if she remained single all her life, it didn’t matter; she belonged to him.

Whether it was body, soul, or heart.

But suddenly learning he might still be alive unsettled her heart.

She hoped he was alive.

But didn’t know how to face him in the future.

Nor how to express her feelings.

"You are my successor, if you like something, go fight for it."

Ji Zhou glanced at him coldly, saying impatiently, "Unfortunately, that place is too dangerous for you at present, and even rushing there directly won’t be in time. You’re his person, you want to save him, I can’t stop you. But I won’t watch you get yourself killed for nothing. Follow the plan, don’t act recklessly."

Tang Ling visibly grew tense, frowning as she asked, "Then what about him?"

Ji Zhou chuckled, "How strong is he really, don’t you know?"

Tang Ling thought of that warm back on the Stairway to Immortality, and a spark of warmth appeared in her cold-clear eyes.

Ji Zhou crossed her arms, speaking disdainfully, "Someone who can take you through the Ascend is inherently not weak. At his age, even two of me wouldn’t be enough to fight him alone."

Tang Ling gazed at her dignified, solemn eyes and softly asked, "Then why did you come?"

She knew the elderly woman before her was very ill. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Very ill.

Ji Zhou didn’t answer this question, but simply gazed at the storm outside the porthole, her eyes exceedingly indifferent.

She was indeed ill, but even sick, she’s not something mere cats or dogs can affront.

Moreover, this city Tokyo always gave her a sense of familiarity.

Seemingly connected to some old acquaintance.

Plus, with that old ghost Jiang Chunyang here, she still had to hold the fort.

Otherwise, who would have these young people’s backs?

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Crack!

Gu Jianlin looked down, seeing a sharp paper card deeply embedded in the golden skeleton enveloping his chest, fine cracks spreading, even crystalline bone fragments falling, blown away by the wind.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

He coldly lifted his head, the noble Qilin Horns atop it scorched gold by the firelight.

The lip line under the Ink Jade Mask was so rigid and icy, expressionless yet grotesquely fearsome.

The fierce golden eyes flowed with scarlet molten lava, reflecting the retreating woman in the storm and her inexplicable look of horror, like an Evil Spirit about to fall into the abyss, so desperate and humble.

After nearly three months, he truly felt his growth. The Paper Card Knife that had stifled him initially now felt like mere scratching when striking his Spiritual Body; it didn’t even break his defense.

Of course, that was due to the Golden Crow Sword Scabbard considerably enhancing his defense.

Otherwise, a Holy Land Level Paper Card Knife should’ve left a blood mark on him.

Judge Bai suddenly exploded into a cloud of smoke, dodging to a safe distance, half-kneeling in the rain, gasping.

Her face was soaked with sweat and rain, makeup ruined, resembling a green-faced fanged ghost.

Yet her gaze was filled with fear and hatred.

"I don’t know what you’re terrified and desperate about; you’ve not utilized many of your Extraordinary Abilities. The way you’re acting now is like a First Order Magician, not at all like Holy Land Level. If you’re playing the hunter-prey game, then you are really naive. Or is it that you’re stalling?" Gu Jianlin walked indifferently on the deserted overpass, the storm pouring down, evaporating into mist on him.

His upper body was bare, iron-cast scales scorching hot as body temperature rose sharply.

Every step seemed like a Demon from Hell leaving a searing footprint.

The ghostly giant spirit skeleton roared skyward, its ghost hands gripping jet-black Thunderbolt Spears, like gods casting terrifying thunder punishments, hurling them furiously, electric arcs bursting and booming without end.

Judge Bai could only rely on speed to dodge amidst the explosive arcs, yet still found herself violently struck by Thunder, her body battered and half-charred, exuding a roasted meat scent.

"Are you mocking me?"

She shrieked furiously, "You dare mock me!"

In rage, she pulled out a stack of cards from her pocket, spinning them forth.

The shower of cards sliced through the storm like blades, slashing at the approaching demon-like young man.

The spinning Paper Card Knives cut through his golden skeleton, sparks dense as woven!

Seeing this scene made Judge Bai’s scalp tingle!

Magicians are inherently not the path of strength; they rely most on Illusion Techniques.

The Holy Land Level Nightmare Rotation Extreme Formation had been deployed from the start; her eyes had long constructed a sinister and dreadful illusion of hell. Those trapped would be unconsciously influenced, as though plunged into endless Reincarnation, their powers weakening with life essence fading away.

And the stronger you are, the deeper you fall.

The cost of this ability was that her own mind would face certain effects too.