Boom!

All around the underground vault strewn with corpses, a sudden loud noise erupted.

A crimson storm descended from the sky.

— "Wind Sweeping Cloud," charge!

At this moment, exerting his full power, Tang Qian's figure seemed to truly transform into a rampant and tyrannical blood storm. As he passed, walls, desks, corpses, and even pools of blood seemed to be swept by an invisible plow, shattered into fragments, and turned to dust.

Blood flames wreathed around that fierce and furious face.

At that moment, his eyes swirled as he looked at the tragic scene inside the vault and he could hardly hide his worry and anger, bellowing, "Foster father, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!!!"

In that instant, the mutated Priest was almost moved to tears.

Each eyeball, bursting with evil light, was covered with a layer of mist, both surprised and relieved—He hadn't expected it, really hadn't expected that Smith, who seemed a useless glutton most of the time and was annoying everywhere, so much so that he himself was utterly averse to him, might have been kicked out or sent to the front lines if the money hadn't already been spent.

But he had never anticipated that on a day of hardship one truly sees the mettle, and during a crisis, one sees the heart!

At the very moment of his own peril, it was he who had come to risk his life to rescue him…

Even though he appeared rough, he was actually a thoughtful man of valor, who remembered every meal and grudge, and even came to regard him as a father?!

Moved and joyful, the original hesitation and unease disappeared entirely, and the Priest suddenly felt a surge of great spirit!

His lifted arms resembled withered trees, and mutated limbs suddenly thrust out, penetrating into an abruptly appearing vortex, and then emerging from another vortex behind Tong Shan, splitting and hardening while venom dripped.

The transformation granted by the gallery fully manifested!

The Priest laughed heartily: "Good boy, I misunderstood you, today we two just..."

Bang!

The blood storm raced furiously, whistling past Tong Shan, and then, a heavy sword cleaved into the Priest's skull, splitting from the top of the head to the chest, the broken face still bearing an expression of disbelief.

"You... you…"

"What 'you'? Evil clown, how dare you harm my foster father, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!" Tang Qian glared and roared furiously, "Today I will make you die extremely miserably, most sorrowfully, a death beyond compare!!!"

Then, the four-armed shape unfolded again, with two new arms already extending from behind, wielding a large axe and a stabbing sword.

Spear, heavy sword, flail, hammer, stabbing sword, large axe.

On his six arms, various weapons instantly deployed, fiercely smashing one after another.

Piercing, chopping, pounding, heavy smashing…

The crisp sounds of cracking were incessant.

In that instant crush of flesh, horrific screams echoed from opening and closing mouths, shrieks, curses, and finally, from the remaining bloody eyes, tears of furious grief fell.

"I want you dead!!!!!"

The Priest roared, no longer maintaining his fragile human form, countless blood bone whiskers like tree roots sprouted from the flesh, rooting into the ground, violently extracting blood and death, massive amounts of mutated corruption instantly absorbed.

Then, a vague humanoid form grew out from the roots, hundreds of branches like arms piercing through space, continuously and literally breaking through the air.

Without any precursors, he appeared like a specter.

Unknowingly blended with the bloodline of some Evil, the already robust life force of the Vortex System now surged unbelievably. The ground cracked, and tendrils sprouted forth, blossoming like flowers—yet within these buds grew tangled organs and tumors, with thick blood dripping.

The deadly poison spread, and roots entwined, hungrily absorbing any blood and life upon contact.

The vast treasure vault had mutated into some sort of bizarre ecological Demon Realm.

—This was the shape of Rebirth he had acquired from the blessings below the Vortex!

Tong Shan had risen into midair, his telekinesis like a tide, sweeping back and forth, pushing away the surrounding sprouting growths and sealing off the poisonous gas.

Under the pure oppression of gravity, the tree trunks cracked and collapsed only to rebirth; finally, within just a few seconds and after adaptation like iron limbs, they surged upwards toward the heavens!

The thick shell, like bark, proliferated and grew, resisting torment.

Tang Qian trampled the Mutant flora without care and let out a long cry to the heavens,

"Old Deng, come out!"

Instantly, a withered face appeared on his shoulder, listlessly yawning, "Ah Qian, why again?"

"Shut up!"

Tang Qian shoved a Gold Coin into his mouth.

Old Deng was taken aback; his remaining few teeth clamped down, feeling the familiar texture, his blurry eyes lighting up.

The real thing!

It was genuine!

Ninety-nine percent pure, a rare item!

In his groggy pupils, a fierce light shot out, and his great-uncle grunted, swallowing the Gold Coin, exclaiming joyfully, "Got it!!!"

On Asura's shoulders, two arms grown full of wrinkles and age spots, withered and shriveled, but their vigor and fierceness were greater than ever, multiplied beyond knowing.

The spear in his hand, previously plain, was now covered in cracks.

Beneath those cracks, a thick crimson as blood silently seeped out, dripping sadly from the tip of the spear like tears.

From that reflective image of human blood and tears, the head of Tang Qian's great-uncle emerged on his shoulders, his toothless gums now sprouting teeth sharp as a shark's.

He cocked his head, looking at Priest with a mocking smile, even changing his address, "Dear grandson, shall I attack while you defend this time?"

"Why the hell am I not attacking!" Tang Qian retorted. "I paid money!"

"That's because you paid..."

The great-uncle cackled monstrously, "Grandpa here is very strong, you know."

In that instant, without movement or sign, a torrent of blood surged from the ground, roaring forth from a slight vibration of the spear's tip. The ground cracked open, countless plants instantaneously obliterated, their remaining life force converging into a beam of light, wholly devoured by the great-uncle.

And on the bizarre giant tree formed by the Mutated Priest, a fissure suddenly appeared, slicing diagonally upward, cleaving half the branches. Then, with a swing of the spear, it swept across.

Cut at the waist!

Not just Priest and Tong Shan, even Tang Qian himself was stunned where he stood.

"I swear, Old Deng, you never used to..."

"What the hell kind of newspaper were you burning before!" Fourth Uncle Ancestor squinted, "You hoodwink ghosts, and you don't let ghosts fool you? Besides, this is the commemorative coin issued in the first year of the Emperor's reign. It's different!"

"Hurry up! I found a big water pipe! If the money is right, there are plenty of gold coins!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Fourth Uncle Ancestor, fired up!

...

By the time Ji Jue arrived with others after clearing the area, the Priest was nearly breathing his last breath.

The esteemed Granter of the White House, wielding inexhaustible life force, was now shattered and fragmented, crawling miserably on the ground, struggling painfully.

"Stepfather, sit tight, watch this!"

Sweaty and burly, Tang Qian gestured enthusiastically, eager to ensure Tong Shan felt his money was well-spent, "I'll perform a Central Earth style beheading, very thrilling! The blood can spurt three meters high!"

Splurt!

The heavy sword fell, a head flew, blood splashed two and a half meters.

Half a meter short.

Having lost face in front of the financier, Tang Qian burst into rage, stomping on the still rapidly regenerating Priest's head until it burst, then stomping again.

"Smith, you son of a... you'll die a horrible death!"

The Priest wailed, cursed, and wept bitterly, until finally, he made a resolute decision, his remaining life force erupting like a raging torrent, "You all must die, must die, every single one of you!!!"

In an instant, crimson pupils amidst the chunks of flesh began to shed tears of blood.

Sacrificing all his life to cover the final gap.

The altar roared and trembled violently.

The roar spread from the void, invisible forces interwoven, forming a vortex, mobilizing all the previous sacrifices, boldly piercing through the vast distances and obstructions.

From the reckless and costly forced summoning, the mutated spiritual matter erupted like a volcano, spreading, transforming the entire vault into a Demon Realm.

And in the surge-like darkness, the solemn Bone Wheel slowly ascended.

The Evil Eye overlooked everything.

With the rotation of the Bone Wheel, the entire bank seemed to buckle under the strain, dangerously unstable.

After repeated encouragement and calls, the superior Evil finally, under forceful signs, was dragged into the present world, displaying its divine power!

—Turning Wheel Saint, descended!

"Ha, hahaha, hahahahahaha..."

The fragmented Priest laughed manically, tears of blood dripping, "With my living soul as a sacrifice, no, with all the living souls and dead spirits here as a sacrifice, I beseech you, oh supreme Reincarnation Saint, to display your divine power!"

In that brief silence, no one could make a sound anymore.

In the front, the drenched Tang Qian was dumbfounded.

After shaking for so long with no movement, he thought the Turning Wheel Saint had stood them up, but he hadn't expected that Priest, that damn creature, to still have a method of forced summoning.

And looking at this spectacle...

No weakening, no suppression, and no fragmentation.

—That was a genuine superior Evil!

"Shh..."

From an instinctive sharp intake of breath, his face twitched, he turned, and looked at Tong Shan, forcing out a smile uglier than crying:

"Boss, well... this one, might be tough to handle."

Tong Shan was fully prepared, no time for chit-chat with him.

The flag in his hand trembled ceaselessly, gulping telekinesis, brewing a Thunderbolt strike.

A desperate struggle.

But in this overly long silence, the Turning Wheel Saint had not moved, not at all!

Like awakening from a dream, baffled at the scene before him.

At the center of the Bone Wheel, that eye filled with boundless evil views overlooked the entire scene of sacrifice and finally, its gaze landed on Ji Jue who had just walked in.

Thus, its expression gradually changed so vividly: irritability, displeasure, anger, suspicion, shock, and even...

A fleeting fear, and then, uncontrollably, furiously enraged!!!

At this moment, it was just like that past moment.

The call from Evil Cult, the altar of sacrifices, the urging, flattery, and insincere praises. The same scar-faced imp, and the same bell in his hand...

And a creature hoping to explode some gold coins from his own corpse!!!

At that instant, It understood.

It understood everything!

You damn Evil Cult...

—Once wasn't enough, you fuckers want to fleece me again, huh!

Dark thunder roared, Bone Revolving echoed unendingly with furious sounds.

That instant, It gathered all its power without hesitation, without reservation, fierce light burst forth above the Evil Eye, interweaving mid-air, forming a giant hand slamming down!

Towards... the still ecstatically dancing, mad Priest.

The shadow enlarged, spread, engulfing.

Finally, it completely swallowed that stiff face.

"Wait..."

Wait your ass, die!

Boom!

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