However, Charles was completely indifferent, as if he was never affected by emotions, even at this mont:
"Little one, you are not suitable, or rather, you are not worthy!"
Words with a calm smile instantly enraged Ray Saint!
Violent spiritual power surged forth like a wildfire spreading rapidly.
The previously burning crimson fla suddenly left only scarlet sparkles, and beneath those sparkles, exposed, was a white skull, devoid of any flesh.
Su Ping pursed his lips, his eyes firmly locked onto this figure, or rather, onto the figure behind it, far across the ocean.
Nevertheless, even so, the skull continued to speak, the vibrating sound continued:
"Little one, don’t say it’s you, even if my idol, the Legendary Lord, ca, they couldn’t stop from sending this gift!"
"Boastful!"
Bang!
A crisp shattering sound was heard, as if the consciousness gathered on this body finally shattered completely.
However, before everyone present, including Su Ping, could relax, a gray fla appeared at an unimaginable speed, heading towards Su Ping.
The speed of this fla was too fast.
No, this cannot be described as speed; the fla almost appeared and then teleported in front of Su Ping in the next instant.
Gray occupied Su Ping’s entire view in that mont.
Yet, in rely an instant, it disappeared without a trace again.
It seed not to have appeared at all.
Su Ping was sowhat bewildered, even thinking for a mont whether it was an illusion.
What is this situation, and what is this thing?
He didn’t even feel any change within himself.
Yet, it must be said such a situation startled him.
anwhile, Mu Hang’s body finally lost all its strength, falling backward with a thud.
The last wisp of fragnted spiritual power slowly coalesced into a phantom in the void, a faint human face that disregarded everyone, its gaze firmly fixing on Su Ping, with a constantly annoying smile at its mouth:
"Su Ping, accept this gift I’ve sent you, from now on, we are no longer enemies!"
Su Ping did not delve deeper, ready to confront what cos his way.
Not to ntion he still had the Immortal Dragon Soul as a trump card.
He calmly looked at this gigantic face ford by the last spiritual power, speaking word by word, reiterating what he had said before:
"Lord Charles, I said, I will definitely kill you!"
"Hahaha, as your Dragon Nation sayings put it, I am ready for slaughter! I’m off now..."
The illusory face, rely a ntal soul imprint, when it dissipated even Ray Saint could do nothing.
To continue acting would only hasten this process.
Yet at this mont, a strange and calm voice echoed:
"Hold on!"
The voice was flat yet carried an undeniable authority.
It felt as if even the flow of ti and space had frozen with these words.
The almost dissipating illusory face abruptly returned to its original form due to these words.
Charles’s face beca extrely colorful at this mont.
For, unknown when, a figure appeared in the scene.
The figure stood there yet seed always unclear:
"Co and go as you please?"
The bland voice accompanied by footsteps seed to echo in everyone’s mind.
Su Ping looked at the figure with disbelief, unable to react for a mont.
"Oh, my idol, I truly did not expect you to co personally because of this, to see you again, as your most fervent believer, is a blessing..."
The illusory face exaggeratedly spoke.
Yet at this mont, everyone in the venue was stunned.
They initially thought they were attending a relatively ordinary conference, if not for so hints from above of its importance, so wouldn’t have attended.
But upon arrival, first was Su Ping’s two bombshell revelations.
Then there was the appearance of the globally renowned undead breeder Charles.
Now, even in the end, this person ca personally.
The almost indistinct figure ignored the exaggerated face, speaking blandly:
"What is that? Extract it."
The voice contained an undeniable authority.
The illusory face, however, appeared troubled:
"Lord, I told that young one earlier, even with you present, you couldn’t prevent from gifting Su Ping.
Now, I must tell you, that neither I nor you can extract this imprint."
Silence.
Silence enveloped the venue, and Su Ping had a foreboding feeling.
What on earth did this old monster give him?
After the silence, Charles continued:
"As for what that is, I can only say it is related to the Heavenly Tomb."
Related to the Heavenly Tomb? An imprint?
A ripple crossed Su Ping’s eyes.
"Forget it, I’ll retrieve it myself when the ti cos. As for you..."
The shadow stared indifferently at Charles’s illusory face:
"Do you think using such ans to arrive, I cannot do anything to you?"
"Where would you co up with that? You are hailed as the most powerful Beastmaster in human history, I trust your thods. But the era is about to change, a new age will ultimately dawn! Moreover, the essence of Death Descend is..."
The face’s words abruptly halted.
For that figure slowly uttered four words: "Tracing back the origins."
Across the ocean, in the eerie tomb research institute.
While Mu Yu stared nervously confused at the black screen of the television, his teacher suddenly sat upright on the nearby couch, fiery red flas enveloped, nearly burning him entirely.
"Ah..."
Horrifying screams echoed throughout the large tomb.
Mu Yu looked in disbelief at the scene, his invincible teacher, like a burning shrimp in the fiery blaze, without any ans of resistance.
Even, he didn’t even know who the enemy was.
Moreover, at this mont, in the city center across the ocean, a sound of an unheard eagle’s cry echoed within the large tomb.
In the next mont, the raging soul flas over Charles’s body then slowly subsided, yet even so, the previously confident breeder, having turned into a lich-like legendary undead breeder, his soul fire was like a candle flickering in the wind.
Subsequently, a cold voice rang throughout the tomb research institute:
"Your soul... huh... turns out you had backup? But since you dared to provoke us, prepare to face the consequences. This isn’t over."
The terrifying authority within the voice made Mu Yu kneel instinctively, trembling.
While back in the Dragon Nation.
In the venue, it seed as though nothing had happened, the phantom figure and Su Ping vanished.
Only Qin Erlong sighed helplessly, looking at the chaotic venue, unable to fathom it ended this way:
"Alright, let’s get this place cleaned up, also, everyone here today must sign a confidentiality agreent."
anwhile, backstage, Su Ping sat on the sofa, yet before he could scrutinize the figure before him, the figure extended a finger and calmly spoke:
"You should rest first."
Almost upon finishing these words, Su Ping felt a wave of indescribable drowsiness, leading him into sleep.
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