Inside the Earth Palace.

Everyone here was an expert at killing Life Ghosts.

They were prepared for murder even before coming here.

But this...

How do you fight a god that seems alive!?

No one could provide an answer.

As fear fermented among the crowd.

The stone door behind them was tightly shut.

No matter how they pushed, there was no reaction.

"It's over... it's over..."

Tong Ran, the leader of the cultist class, ironically was the first to lose his fighting spirit.

As a Divine Cultist.

He was well aware of the divine power of gods.

The people in the special training class, even Fang Qingyu, in front of the gods.

Were merely mayflies before the vast sky.

But before he could continue stirring panic amongst the people.

Slap——

A crisp slap rang through the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads simultaneously.

"Trash."

Fang Qingyu stared at Tong Ran expressionlessly.

Seeing him still confused.

Without waiting for him to speak, another slap landed.

Slap——

This time, Tong Ran didn't even have to turn around.

Fang Qingyu slapped him several times in just one breath.

Until Tong Ran slowly lowered his head.

Only then did Fang Qingyu turn to address the crowd sternly.

"Forgot the full name of the Divine Management Bureau?"

The crowd was silent.

"That's right!!"

Wu Yan suddenly jumped up beside him.

"We're people who manage even when gods come!!"

"Afraid of nothing!"

He was actually quite scared too.

But besides being afraid, he also knew that to survive now, they had to listen to Fang Qingyu.

Their eyes started to show a hint of light.

"You are a believer of Gonggong, if Gonggong saw you in such a cowardly state, do you think you're worthy of being his follower?"

Fang Qingyu turned again to look at Tong Ran.

At this moment, Tong Ran and the other Divine Cultists had a slight shift in their eyes.

Yeah...

An unknown god.

They, as followers of a more renowned god, had nothing to fear.

However, just as the atmosphere slightly shifted.

A roar of despair suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"What use is being a believer when that is a real god!!!"

"Do you even understand the terror of a god!??"

Wu Yan, hearing this, rolled up his sleeves and charged forward intending to beat him.

But Fang Qingyu had no time to care about him now.

Turning, he looked into the darkness surrounding the hall.

A real god huh...

Not necessarily.

In the darkness, the black title of "Blood Slaughter" loomed indistinctly.

Beneath the title of the woman on the throne ahead.

The Eyes of True Sight revealed very intriguing information.

"The divine true body of a god that past away, with a certain possibility of resurrection"

It is indeed a true god.

But it seems.

She is already in a state of living death, able to resurrect but seemingly unable to move.

This means.

They still have a chance to survive.

And Fang Qingyu's words were just meant to wake them up a bit.

Because.

The "Blood Slaughter" was coming.

"Enemy assault!!!"

As Fang Qingyu's roar exploded in the hall.

Although the surrounding people were still panicked.

They instinctively grabbed their weapons and followed Fang Qingyu's gaze to look around.

Wu Yan immediately put down the coward in front of him.

Ran back to Fang Qingyu's side.

Within seconds.

A uniform sound of footsteps was heard from the surroundings.

Almost everyone tensely stared around.

Whether they could survive.

Would depend on what kind of ghostly being emerged.

When the first figure stepped out of the darkness.

Phosphor licked upon his pale bone mask.

Clad in a blood robe, two clusters of glowing green ghost fire jumped deep within the eye sockets of the mask, assessing the group.

Like a predator gazing at captive prey.

Very soon.

Over a hundred Blood Robe People blocked the special training class upfront.

The leading Blood Robe Person's ghost fire beneath the bone mask abruptly flared.

He raised his skeletal hand and pressed it to his chest, the bronze bell at his waist emitted a sinister raspy sound.

"The time has come."

"With your bones and blood as offerings, we solemnly welcome the Profound Lady's return!"

At the moment the Blood Robe People chanted in unison.

Some people became more terrified.

Others showed the will to die, planning to fight desperately.

While Fang Qingyu exhaled quietly.

Real people.

Alive.

The threat was there, but not very large.

It meant they could survive!!

He had to set an example.

Otherwise, these people wouldn't know what 'damn resistance' was all about.

Bang——

The floor tiles were cracked into a large pit.

When the crowd withdrew their attention from the Blood Robe People and looked towards Fang Qingyu's position.

Fang Qingyu was already gone.

The ink-colored saber blade had sliced through the sticky air.

No lightning exploded, no sword qi spread.

Only speed.

So fast it was like time had been clipped by a frame.

When the crowd's retina recaptured the remnant image, the Mo Ting Saber was withdrawing from the neck of the Blood Robe Person.

Bringing with it a spray of blood flowers.

The decapitated body still maintained a sealing posture, the ghost fire beneath the bone mask flickered violently and then extinguished.

"Crack!"

The sound of the neck bone shattering just reached the eardrums.

Blood mist steamed around Fang Qingyu, golden and silver lines crawled from his wrist holding the saber up his neck, streaming with brilliance beneath the skin.

Fang Qingyu's boot ground against the rolling mask.

Fragments of bone dragged out a piercing screech on the green bricks.

The saber's edge pointed diagonally at the ground, blood beads dripped along the dark red groove of the blade.

Facing away from the special training class, he uttered softly.

"See that? These bastards are human!"

"Just pretending to be ghosts!"

Amidst the silence.

The special training class finally reacted.

Wu Yan raised his longsword with his neck veins bulging and led with a shout.

"Kill them all!!!"

Thus, everyone charged forward in unison.

This hunt and counter-hunt.

Only now did the horn of resistance truly blow!

Capture the leader first.

No time to worry about how the others were faring, Fang Qingyu lightly tapped his foot and dashed straight towards the leading Blood Robe Person who had announced that the time had come.

After today's training.

His attributes had skyrocketed once.

Plus the support of Minor Achievement Qi Blood Technique and Great Dragon Tiger Force.

The leading Blood Robe Person clearly didn't anticipate Fang Qingyu's combat prowess to be so terrifying.

Blood water emerged in his hands.

Forming into various shapes to continuously block the Mo Ting's blade.

But it was still no match against Fang Qingyu's full-blown offensive.

The saber soon broke through this defensive method similar to Tong Ran's.

However...

When the Mo Ting Saber was half an inch away from the Blood Robe leader's throat.

The air suddenly rippled like water waves.

Two slender fingers appeared in the trajectory of the blade out of thin air.

Ding——

The trembling sound of metal collision sent pain vibrating through the eardrums.

Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted sharply.

As the pale fingertips glimmered with a cold jade light.

The saber's gale lifted the Blood Robe leader's hood, revealing his face of surprised delight underneath.

Yet that finger didn't even tremble.

Instead, lightly traced along the blade.

Zila!

Blinding sparks burst on the spine of the blade, Fang Qingyu's tiger mouth instantly split open.

Just as he was about to withdraw his saber and change tactics, that hand's middle finger suddenly curled up, and flicked casually at the side of the blade.

Bang!!!

The Mo Ting Saber let out a cry it had never voiced before.

Fang Qingyu was flipped by the massive force.

Flying backwards, he saw atop the head of the palace-dressed woman with a fallen horse hairstyle...

"Title: Nine Nether Blood River Lady·Incarnation"

A second Blood River Lady!?

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