The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 771 - 371: Moon Princess, Thunder

The room echoed with a subtle tremor, and Lin Dong’s eyes sparkled with a terrifying gold. A searing spirituality surged within him, unabashedly releasing the majesty of a Heavenly Person.

After the battle at the Sea of Eternal Life, he indeed made significant progress.

Last night, the Orochi Society was questioned by order and quickly surrendered without much resistance, relinquishing control over Tokyo, seemingly aware of the Heavenly Person Realm looming in the night sky.

The burly, weathered man before them was clearly a powerful Heavenly Person, wherever he stood was the domain of the Heavenly Person, where all evil spirits could only kneel and submit, or choose death.

Han Jing and Mu Feng sat to his sides, their eyes also shone with that terrifying gold.

Including the Night Watchers and Judgement Court members, their breathing rhythm was ancient and mysterious.

Indeed, all at the realm of Heavenly Persons.

"Truly impressive, it seems whether it’s the Candle Light Law or the You Ying Law, they are essentially the same. As long as the strongest Emperor completes their breakthrough, the world benefits. My Aunt has indeed extraordinary talent, and the two vice presidents succeeding me have decent talent as well."

The Netherworld lazily reclined in his chair, smiling playfully: "What surprises me is that Heavenly Persons can be mass-produced? No, you haven’t truly become Heavenly Persons."

He seemed to perceive something, whispering: "You’re merely forced to bear Aunt’s power, turning your bodies into her medium or vessel to unleash Heavenly Person power."

As the CEO of the You Ying Group, he naturally qualified to sit here.

Moreover, he had a rather sensitive identity.

Former Vice President of the Ether Association.

"Even if Heavenly Persons can’t be mass-produced, as long as the strongest Heavenly Person lives, you can wield the Candle Light Law’s power. This is Aunt’s handiwork, making you so impressive."

He scratched his forehead, puzzledly saying: "The issue is, your Ether Association lost your child but came to my turf asking for someone, isn’t that against the rules?"

The Think Tank sighed: "Not just against the rules, it’s like not treating us as humans."

This seemingly comedic character withdrew his gaze, not unwilling to keep watching, but each second brought immense pressure. The world knew that woman was gravely ill yet when she walked the long street, her imperial demeanor was apparent, akin to an Emperor gazing over her realm.

So natural, so majestic.

Qilin and Skylark can currently be seen as not yet fully-formed Godzilla and Ghidorah.

But that woman was already the ultimate monster, effortlessly capable of Earth’s destruction.

"I am merely here to relay a message, and I’ve done that."

Lin Dong said indifferently: "What you do is your own affair. We care deeply about that young boy; whatever reasons you have, you should not hunt him down. To be frank, since the moment he disappeared, we’ve been drafting a revenge plan. If anything happens to him, regardless of who the opponent is, they’ll vanish from this planet in one night. The You Ying Group is no exception."

He paused: "We’ve already issued a global announcement; any organization or individual should respect the power of order. If someone loses respect, they must pay for their arrogance."

Han Jing raised her cold, pretty face, stating coldly: "You need to hand over those who participated in the hunt yesterday. Anyone at Holy Land Level or above should be executed on the spot, those below kept for interrogation."

Mu Feng hadn’t officially participated in organizational actions for many years, yet at this moment felt a rush of youthful nostalgia; the President’s way of doing things was still as domineering and strong as ever, comforting.

No, this time’s dominance is simply unprecedented.

For the You Ying Group, it’s certainly the most brazen provocation yet.

Netherworld’s smile faded at this statement.

The black-robed figures stood in the shadowy corner like ghosts, eyes raised unintentionally shining with eerie and grim light, their breath sounded like beasts grinding teeth and sipping blood, vaguely revealing fierce momentum.

They were Twilight members, but did not arrive in corporeal form.

Instead, leveraging a secret technique, sustaining the atmosphere with puppet shells in the meeting room.

"Alright."

The Think Tank sighed: "This condition is indeed excessive, but not entirely unacceptable. Because all those at Holy Land Level who hunted down Qilin yesterday are already dead, leaving only one below Holy Land alive."

He clapped his hands: "Let’s welcome the victim!"

Lin Dong froze slightly, surprised that most who hunted that boy yesterday had died.

"Boss, what’s going on?"

Han Jing turned her head, whispering: "Could there be a conspiracy?"

Mu Feng also whispered, "Doesn’t seem like it, but somehow feels odd."

As the meeting room door opened, the Twilight candidates from the You Ying Group walked in.

They were male and female, mostly wearing masks to some extent hiding their identities; at a glance nothing distinctive revealed, except the last person who was particularly eye-catching.

It was a young man seated in a wheelchair, his face revealed a fox-like smiling demeanor, the rest of his body wrapped in white bandages, resembling a freshly unearthed mummy.