887: Chapter 439 World Shaking_2 887: Chapter 439 World Shaking_2 “Oh right, I forgot about God.
Then, putting the Great Shaman in second place shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
The strength of Xia Qila lies in her prophecies.
The black boy followed Xia Qila inside.
“Where are Aunt Susan and the others?
How serious are their injuries?”
Isaac was excited, and opened his backpack, ready to treat Aunt Susan and the others, but when he entered the restaurant, he froze.
Because Susan and the bald man were lying on the cold floor.
They were all dead.
“Big Witch…”
Isaac now understood why the leader’s expression was so grim.
The Yellowstone Group had suffered heavy losses, but it didn’t matter.
“Big Witch, with your record of killing gods, our Yellowstone Group will quickly be able to rebuild, and even beco the number one in North Arica, no, perhaps even the first in the world!”
“Shut up, get out!”
Xia Qila finally lost her patience, shouted, and then she began to perform divination.
Making torches, performing the dance of sacrifice, and then the prophecy once again showed the sa result,
The god was dead!
“It seems that finding Lin Baici will reveal the answer!”
Xia Qila took a deep breath and began to collect the bodies of her team mbers while considering how to confront Lin Baici.
If he was still himself, that would an he had killed a god.
How did he manage that?
The Great Shaman was curious.
And in the Nine States, aside from Xia Hongmian, another Dragon Level was going to rise!
Indeed, befitting a large country with a five-thousand-year cultural history, geniuses are born from ti to ti!
…
At Hangang Station, Jin Xian, covered in wounds but with an excited expression, led his team mbers out of the subway station.
On the subway, they had slain the final boss of Incheon Station, obtained the “Hangang Monster” video tape, as well as a sufficient number of tickets.
Now, they could choose to go out or continue exploring the Busan Divine Ruins.
Winning like crazy.
“Our exploration progress must be the fastest among all the teams, right?”
“Do you even need to ask?
Such a fast pace, completing three stations, including two unrecorded new stations—who else has this strength?”
“That’s right, the Yellowstone Group can’t compare!”
The team mbers chattered excitedly, feeling a sense of superiority, as if they had finally outdone their father.
According to the rules of Sejong Zheng, Dragon Levels were not allowed to enter the Busan Divine Ruins, but the Great Shaman was from the fatherland Arica, and with the influence of the Illumination Hermit Association, even Sejong Zheng didn’t dare object.
“Look on the bright side, without people like Xia Qila as stepping stones, how could the strength of Gold Leader shine through?”
A woman was brownnosing, but she stopped midway when she saw Jin Xian, the first to walk out of the subway, suddenly stop and look up into the sky.
Everyone instinctively looked up and was dumbfounded.
“This is…
the fog is dispersing, right?”
“Seems like it!”
“Impossible, the dispersal of the fog ans the Divine Ruins have been purified, but aside from us, who has that kind of power?”
The crowd suddenly fell silent.
Those chosen by Jin Xian to join his team were veteran God Hunters, and if they couldn’t even tell that the Divine Ruins had been breached, it was impossible.
But the reality was hard to believe.
They already knew there were gods in these Divine Ruins, and despite their impressive exploits and confidence, they were only thinking about conquering a few more stations and collecting more video tapes, never even considering purifying the Busan Divine Ruins.
Because they didn’t dare confront a god.
Now, the Divine Ruins were broken.
Everyone looked at Jin Xian.
“It must be the Yellowstone Group, right?”
Jin Xian suddenly felt disheartened.
“Of course.
Apart from the Shaman Xia Qila, who else has that strength?”
The woman consoled, implying that losing to Xia Qila wasn’t embarrassing.
“Li Shangzhen?”
Soone interjected, almost getting killed by white-eyed looks from their companions.
“What is Li Shangzhen but trash?”
“The Statue of Liberty’s Jie Susi could do it, right?
He’s Quasi-dragon Level!”
“It’s possible!”
Everyone discussed fervently, their expressions serious, because the purification of the Busan Divine Ruins was a major issue.
First things first, the god was dead, but what about the spoils of war?
Taboo things, Divine Grace, even the body of the god would surely be more valuable than incomplete God’s bones, right?
“Asiba, the Divine Grace dropped by the god must be extrely powerful.
Now that soone else has taken it, it hurts just to think about it!”
“Exactly, I suddenly feel like life is aningless, like I want to delete my account and start over!”
“First, find the person and see if there’s any chance to get a share!”
Jin Xian listened to his team mbers’ discussions with a depressed look on his face.
Li Shangzhen?
Trash!
Jie Susi?
A slight chance indeed!
In Jin Xian’s mind, he reasoned that the number of people who could possibly kill a god was extrely few.
He had a pretty good idea of the strength of those who had entered God’s Ruins.
Wait a minute!
The young man from Nine States brought by Ying Zhen!
He was unfamiliar with him, knowing only that his achievents since his debut were particularly impressive.
Could it be him?
“Let’s go, hurry out, God’s Ruins is under martial law!”
Jin Xian quickly cald down, realizing that regret was useless now and that they needed to minimize the losses as soon as possible; with the abilities of those old immortals from Sejong Zheng, they were most likely going to ss things up.
…
At Incheon Station, on the dock, two groups of people were gathered, facing off with tensions running high.
“Bagayalu, think you’re so great, Nine Dragons Hall?”
A samurai from the Cherry Blossom Country, clad in black military attire and wielding a Dongying blade, shouted at a middle-aged man who was eating fish balls with a toothpick from his boxed lunch.
“That’s right, Nine Dragons Hall is just that great.
If you’re upset, co and chop !”
The Fish Ball Guy chuckled and slurped so soup.
Seemingly unconcerned and not taking these people seriously, his eyes were fixed on the man standing behind them, with three katanas at his left waist.
This guy’s na was Chestnut dal, dubbed a Sword Saint.
The brash and annoying tone and expression of the Fish Ball Guy enraged the group of Japanese, making them want to draw their swords and slash at him.
Beside the Incheon dock, a cruise ship was moored; both teams were vying for the chance to board it.
“The ship’s so big, why not board it together?”
Chestnut dal spoke.
“Pfft, spit!”
The middle-aged man, having finished his fish balls, covered the lunch box and tossed it into a trash can by the road: “Sorry, I, the Fish Ball Guy, like to hog it all to myself!”
“Boss, are your hands itching for a fight again?”
The crowd was speechless.
“Before entering God’s Ruins, I saw the news that my favorite perforr, Bodo Ye, had retired and gotten married.
I was very upset; I can’t be happy without killing a few Japanese!”
The Fish Ball Guy sniffled.
Chestnut dal’s straight eyebrows furrowed.
Was this guy brain-dead?
To wage war over a lowly actress?
“Boss, we’re outnumbered; it’s a disadvantage to fight…”
A male group mber with an earring tried to persuade him, but stopped midway upon seeing the boss and Chestnut dal both look up at the sky.
“I’m at my wit’s end, God’s Ruins are broken?”
The Fish Ball Guy exclaid!
Everyone looked up together.
The dark fog rolled and swirled, beginning to disperse.
“Who did it?
I must treat them to fish balls!”
The Fish Ball Guy was shocked; he knew soone was definitely going to beco famous with one battle.
Chestnut dal’s eyes narrowed, tightening his grip on the handle of his blade as his intent to kill soared.
Because among the several teams sent by Dayao, Chestnut dal’s was the strongest, he knew that it couldn’t have been soone from Dayao who had accomplished the purification.
Bagayalu!
Divine Grace was gone.
Fish Ball Guy and Chestnut dal both failed to see that in a luxurious cabin on that cruise ship, a woman dressed in military attire with a beret was sitting on a sofa, savoring a glass of whiskey, peering through the gap in the curtains, enjoying their conflict.
Suddenly, the woman in the beret stood up and walked to the window, looking up at the sky.
God’s Ruins are broken?
Interesting!
Who killed the god?
…
In Hancheng, at the city center, the San Mori Building, which was also the city’s landmark building.
In the vast seventy-second-floor VIP lounge, several big shots from Sejong Zheng were dining and watching a song and dance performance, while casually discussing the current situation at Qin Palace.
“Why did Jin Xian go to Busan Divine Ruins?
He should have gone to Qin Palace!”
An old man with triangular eyes spoke up.
“What’s the purpose?
To die there?”
A middle-aged man in his forties sneered; his na was Li Zhenghe: “I know you don’t like Jin Xian, but rember, he’s the future of Sejong Zheng!”
“Your future, maybe?”
The triangular-eyed old man scoffed: “But perhaps Jin Xian is afraid; after all, the pollution levels in Qin Palace are so high.
I’ve heard that to this date, four Dragon Level individuals have gone in, and nine out of ten might die inside!”
“Let’s not argue, enjoy the performance!”
Soone played the peacemaker.
Actually, they didn’t agree with letting Jin Xian take risks in Qin Palace either.
Just then, soone rushed in hastily, barging through the door.
“How audacious!”
The triangular-eyed man bellowed, wanting to punish him, but the secretary’s next words stopped him in his tracks and made him swallow the rest of his sentence.
“Busan…
Busan Divine Ruins, they’ve been purified!”
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