The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 751 - 362: Ancient Divine Language, Fusion!
The ghostly black shadow had already vanished without a trace, even leaving the broken blade in his body.
Jing Ci casually pulled out the broken blade from his chest, and the wound silently healed itself.
Such an injury was not fatal to him at all, but very few in this world could successfully launch a surprise attack on him—less than five of the known ones could. This mysterious man, following the Ghost Slayer Path, could approach him in the chaos of battle, successfully land a strike, and even manage to retreat unharmed.
Interesting.
Jing Ci turned to look in the direction of Shibuya. Without a doubt, this was a setup by The Order of the Hidden, with every step perfectly calculated, even someone specifically prepared to deal with him had appeared.
If only to create a single second’s time. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
One second was enough for the enemy to accomplish much.
For example, to make the song resound again.
His junior’s battlefield was already decided; nothing could be done in time now.
Jing Ci silently rolled up his sleeves, looking at the white shirt stained red with blood.
In his heart, he wondered who else he could kill tonight.
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Skylark raised her delicate, fair right hand, gathering the countless threads of raging lightning arcs in her palm, vividly forming a fiercely burning Thunder Sword. The blade was so hot and sharp, it tore through the surging Elemental Turbulence.
With a single slash, the silent space-time was forcibly torn apart, and a ghastly, terrifying fissure traversed the darkness, accompanied by countless flashing Time-Space Gaps, swaying like fragments of a shattered mirror, breathtakingly beautiful.
With a thunderous crash, space-time shattered.
In the frozen space-time, the Black Judge could only watch helplessly as he was sliced apart in one strike, a fine line of blood splitting from his brow, extending over his entire body, until he was shattered like a dissected corpse.
A downpour of blood rained down, blooming into countless swaying Mandala Flowers upon hitting the ground.
"Miss..."
The whisper of the Black Judge’s sigh echoed in the silence.
He couldn’t understand, how exactly had he died?
Especially regarding this woman before him—although from her aura she was clearly only Fifth Rank, how could she unleash such immense power, capable of obliterating him in less than a single breath, leaving him unable to resist? The spiritual thought and Elemental Turbulence he once relied on proved so fragile under her strikes.
Completely ineffectual.
What the Black Judge couldn’t comprehend was why the Miss appeared here.
And why she wanted to kill him.
All his life, he had been loyally devoted to the Dark World.
Not long ago, he was even striving to search for the Miss.
How did it end that he would be killed?
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the chance to figure it out.
Skylark casually ran the Thunder Sword across the long street, the blazing thunder exploded, blowing his body to dust, not even a drop of blood escaped, truly turning flesh to ash.
"Not here?"
She murmured softly.
Obviously, the song was not managed by the Black Judge.
Even Skylark’s Future Vision couldn’t clarify; she saw numerous possibilities but none that provided her a definitive answer, since this event involved too high of a status, that of the blood-colored Supreme.
She felt that she was already a perfect being, yet had to admit her current shortcomings.
That was, she didn’t understand herself enough, nor could she harness her true power.
Naturally, she was still not a match for that blood-colored Supreme.
"Trouble."
Skylark suddenly turned around, blazing through the long street like a blood-colored lightning bolt, crashed through an apartment building, forcibly overturned the serene and elegant backyard, disturbing the rampant stormy winds and rain.
Anyone could use the method of elimination.
This small team was already annihilated, the disgusting aura of the Pseudo Ancestors had also vanished.
Then, only the lone white Judge remained.
Gu Jianlin was left to deal with her for a reason, primarily because the status of the Ancient Supreme ensured his mind wouldn’t be disturbed in any manner, not even by a Holy Land Level Magician, unless ascended to Demigod.
This was supposed to be the safest strategy, but now there was a problem.
Because what seemed the weakest, was in fact the strongest.
She easily broke free from the bonds of time and space, moving against the tide of time, in an instant following the trail of her kin to an overpass, where the vast Ancient God’s Breath spread, and golden flames blazed.
A devil-like youth stood amidst the desolate land, brandishing a blood-colored ghost knife.
The white Judge had already been eviscerated, a blood-drenched flood dragon roaring as it burst out, the fierce dragon might surging like tidal waves, accompanied by ancient and obscure syllables, resonating like thunder across the heavens and earth.
It was clearly the might of a Holy Land Level!
Such fragile dragon might, if the Skylark were in peak condition, could be easily unraveled.
Including the syllable it emitted.
Of course, with her current strength, she could effortlessly annihilate this Holy Land Level.
However, at the instant the White Judge fell dead, she gently shook the bell in her hand, and the ethereal distant song once again echoed through the river of time, like a dragon’s cry piercing through heaven and earth, resounding deep within the soul!
Dong dong!
The Skylark placed her hand on her forehead, suppressing the soul on the brink of a rampage.
At this moment, her world plunged into a dark abyss, with only the blood-red Ancient Dragon soaring skyward, its body so grand and massive, swaying amidst the blooming sea of Mandala Flowers, like performing an unparalleled dance.
Vaguely, the phantom of a girl in a red dress began to swirl within the sea of blood, her dance so exquisite and ancient.
Her skirt fluttered, petals fluttered, and the wind fluttered.
As if to merge into one with her!
Boom!
The Skylark suddenly raised her head to the sky, her voice no longer charming and ethereal, but terrifying like a dragon’s roar!
The majestic and chilling blood-colored vertical pupils grew more intense, as if burning!
The shadow was abruptly shattered, and her true self was forced to appear, drenched by the torrential rain.
An eerie laughter echoed in the void.
It was Mr. Solomon’s laughter!
Gu Jianlin watched the blood-stained flood dragon charging towards him, exclusive Ancient Divine Language already freed, an ancient domain engulfing all around, rapidly cooling his world.
This was a frozen world, extreme absolute zero, once completely liberated, no life existed within the domain.
This was The Order of the Hidden’s final tactic, using the crushed Magician as bait.
The real killing move was hidden within the bait.
When Gu Jianlin thought he was about to win.
When he was sure he had broken out of this deadlock, completely safe.
When he believed he had utterly crushed his opponent, becoming careless in the face of his proud triumph.
Death suddenly descended from the sky.
The Order of the Hidden were not fools, they must have thoroughly researched each of his opponents, because anyone who discovered their existence and refused to join was the most dangerous person in the world.
Especially Gu Jianlin, whom they pay particular attention to.
Although the exact reason is unknown, The Order of the Hidden indeed knows he is basically immune to illusion techniques.
Gu Jianlin held his breath, for he knew this was the Ancient Divine Language from an Ancestor.
And it was Holy Land Level.
Indeed capable of causing him a threat of death.
The issue is, he never becomes complacent.
At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly put away the blood-red ghost knife.
The shattered shadow reformed before him, amidst swirling black mist was an exquisitely cold face, atop the head emerged noble blood-red Dragon Horns, a pair of sinister blood-colored vertical pupils glowed with fury and savage blood threads, his cheeks sprouted scorching Dragon Scale, spreading out like armor, etched with mysterious deep patterns.
The Ancient God’s Breath surged violently, the shadow astonishingly performed Ancient God Transformation!
Gu Jianlin was already in a state of Ancient God Transformation, at this moment, all he thought about was the man he met on Penglai Fairy Island, the reflection of his future destiny.
He would never forget.
That man possessed fierce golden eyes and bloody sinister vertical pupils.
Then moving forward.
The ancient syllables reverberated between heaven and earth.
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, echoing in his mind were the roars of the Qilin, the dragon’s cries of the Candle Dragon piercing heaven and earth.
When he opened his eyes again, his left eye was a fierce golden eye, his right eye was a sinister bloody vertical pupil!
The shadow also opened its eyes, the colors deep within its pupils mirroring his!
——Ancient Divine Language, released!
Boom!
The Ancient Divine Language of two Supreme beings was simultaneously unleashed, an unparalleled solemn domain suddenly devoured the world!
Yes, a domain.
Not two.
And the syllable he uttered, was not two types.
But... one!
