The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 458 - 373: Taking You to Kill_1

The hand passed through the radiant light on Lu Yuan’s body and gently caressed his cheek. Lu Yuan’s lips moved. Before he could speak, a voice resonated by his ear.

"Close your eyes."

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment but obediently closed his eyes.

The next second, he felt as if his face were being cradled by a pair of hands. Then, a smooth, full, tender forehead lightly touched his own.

It was as if a single drop of water had fallen onto a serene lake, causing ripples to silently spread outward.

His heart gave a violent shudder.

"Lord... Lord Tong..."

He could smell the refreshing aroma of dewdrops hanging on the tips of grass blades beneath the starry sky.

A warm breath gently fanned his nostrils.

With his eyes closed, Lu Yuan’s consciousness seemed to diffuse like smoke.

He almost lost track of time, not even realizing when the dreadful state of his body had eased.

It wasn’t until Yu Wentong’s voice woke him from his daze. "Open your eyes."

Lu Yuan opened his eyes and found Yu Wentong gazing at him gently.

Only then did he realize he had exited the ’crashing’ "God" state.

The secret technique of "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top" was also lifted.

He was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of "weakness." His skin had lost its glow, and white hair resembling withered grass lay scattered in the void around him.

Looking within, he found that less than a quarter of his original Blood Pill remained in his chest.

The circulation of his blood and Qi was feeble, making him feel limp and drained.

Lu Yuan could imagine how awful he must look at that moment.

Something new had appeared in his mind.

A faintly glowing eye pattern hovered silently above his dimmed Spiritual Power core.

This pattern emitted a strange power that seemed to seal him from head to toe, inside and out, preventing his ’disintegration.’

Yu Wentong... she saved him.

"In the future, don’t use this power again," Yu Wentong said, looking at him. "It consumes your life essence and burns away your lifespan. I wanted to caution you before, but then I realized you seemed to have a way of replenishing it, so I didn’t say anything. But..."

Yu Wentong paused briefly before continuing, "this time you used it too excessively. If this happens again, I’m afraid I won’t be able to save you."

Lu Yuan fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you, Lord Tong."

Yu Wentong smiled but said nothing.

She glanced around. The collapse of this space had become critical. Mottled blackness, like peeling paint, was rapidly encroaching on their position.

"We should leave," Yu Wentong told him.

Lu Yuan tensed, remembering the unresolved crisis.

Just as he was about to tell Yu Wentong that this place, called the "Tomb," was known to be inescapable, he saw her casually draw a line in the air, effortlessly creating a zipper-like fracture.

"Er..." Lu Yuan stood frozen, momentarily speechless.

"Let’s go," Yu Wentong beckoned him.

Just as her foot was about to step out of the spatial fracture, she quickly withdrew it. Yu Wentong turned to look at him and blinked. "Can you still walk in your current state?"

Lu Yuan struggled to stand up in the void.

After exiting the "God" form, he had lost the ability to float; Yu Wentong’s power had been supporting him.

"No problem." Lu Yuan prepared to use the "Death Teller (Extraordinary)" panel.

The benefit of his multiple class panels was evident once again. Even though Lu Yuan was in an extremely weakened state, it didn’t prevent him from using the abilities of his other classes.

Of course, his poor physical state might still impede the effectiveness of these abilities, inevitably reducing his combat power. But before Lu Yuan could use Death Qi to condense black wings, Yu Wentong spoke again.

"Forget it." Yu Wentong shook her head and extended a hand.

"Give me your hand... You look like a little wet dog that just crawled out of the water."

Speechless, Lu Yuan silently offered his hand. Yu Wentong clasped his hand and also took the Roya Sect Wheel he was carrying in his other hand.

"I’ll hold this for you."

Yu Wentong’s hand was soft and cool. She pulled Lu Yuan through the open spatial fracture.

Outside, they were a kilometer high in the sky. A fierce wind howled, and gloomy clouds obscured the sun.

Yu Wentong led Lu Yuan out of the collapsing Space Tomb. Without pausing, she flew directly in one direction. Lu Yuan glanced back at where they had emerged.

He watched as the Space Tomb completely collapsed.

That section of the void twisted violently, forming dense "wrinkles" before rapidly smoothing out. All signs of the anomaly vanished, as if nothing had occurred.

Lu Yuan silently withdrew his gaze. He watched the wind sweep through Yu Wentong’s black hair as they prepared to pass through the oppressive clouds above and fly onward.

"Aren’t you going to ask me anything, Lord Tong?" Lu Yuan asked quietly.

The "God" form and the secret technique of "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top" were not part of the Evil God System. Others might not know, but Yu Wentong must be aware.

He was eighteen this year.

He had transformed from an ordinary high school student into someone capable of killing a Ninth-Order expert—one possessing a Super God Level physique—with his bare hands. All this in less than a year.