Although Jian Qiu didn’t recognize the half-ghost Yan Zhao of today,
she rembered his voice. She had not forgotten it in seven hundred years.
Seeing Yan Zhao alive, or rather dying, in the form of an Evil Fallen, brought a sense of pleasure to her heart.
Only now, Yan Zhao’s sudden appearance was not a good thing.
Bai Wu was very strong, Jian Qiu realized, but she herself was very weak and couldn’t discern just how powerful Bai Wu actually was.
Bai Wu didn’t care.
Yan Zhao, God of Wealth, Zhong Xu, and the principal each took a few steps forward.
Bai Wu sighed:
"What a pity, this would be the perfect mont for a difficult chant as a bgm."
Jian Qiu didn’t understand, wanting to urge Bai Wu to be more cautious, but Bai Wu pointed at the three of them and said:
"All of you co at together."
This famous line, without the accompanint of Hero Qiao’s bgm, made Bai Wu feel sothing was lacking.
Nevertheless, it still satisfied a craving.
Of course, there were also plenty of Evil Fallen around who knew the strength and evil of these few Evil Fallen, and they watched with anticipation, waiting to see how the outsiders would be ravaged by the Evil Fallen.
Here lay the Evil Fallen who had died, and although they had perished, the majority still believed—
humans should be brutally subjugated by Evil Fallen. There were very few exceptions.
Black flas surged as Zhong Xu shouted, "Seeking death!"
The God of Wealth, now much thinner than before, also instantly summoned Obliteration Black Holes around Bai Wu.
The terrifying Obliteration Black Holes also engulfed Jian Qiu nearby.
It was as if space suddenly cracked open, revealing nurous vortices, sucking in countless bits of dust and gravel.
Tian Jing risked his life, trying to use his flesh to block the vortices, not wanting the goddess to be hard.
However, in the next instant, when he had the thought, the Obliteration Black Holes were shattered by a terrifying Power of Twist.
The powerful Perfect-level entries lost their original functions under the distortion of Bai Wu’s power.
A wall of Hei Wu separated Jian Qiu, Tian Jing, and the mummy from the rest.
From within the crowd, ca snickering "Ho ho ho ho ho."
In the blink of an eye, the figure of Bai Wu appeared by the God of Wealth’s side just as Zhong Xu, Yan Zhao, and the principal were about to launch an attack.
One hand was hooking the neck of the God of Wealth, as though they were two buddies walking arm in arm.
But the God of Wealth felt as though he had fallen into a cold chasm, nothing like being hooked by a friend, but more like having the Grim Reaper’s scythe against his neck.
Does soone who has died once fear death?
As long as the possibility of death exists, they may fear it even more.
Dozens of Leviathan’s Eyes focused on Bai Wu, these eyes that could nullify one’s power simply by looking, yet they caused no trouble to Bai Wu.
Bai Wu, one hand still hooking the God of Wealth’s neck, waved at the largest eye with his other hand.
It’s worth ntioning that apart from Zhong Xu, all the Evil Fallen seed to have beco emaciated compared to when Bai Wu knew them.
The physique of Yan Zhao was like a bag of bones, and Leviathan’s Eyes as well as the blood vessels seed much thinner.
Bai Wu didn’t plan to study this at the mont; after greeting Leviathan’s Eyes, he imdiately drew his longsword from his waist.
The sight of that sword caused the principal’s heart to skip a beat.
All of Leviathan’s Eyes widened abruptly.
Seven hundred years ago, had it not been for soone who suddenly disappeared during the fight due to a fusion disease acting up—
it might have been killed by that sword!
Bai Wu had no fusion disease; he might have been a more powerful existence than a Semi-Evil Fallen.
The seemingly casual toss of Pride in his hand sent the sword through the space with a speed as if it could pierce the void...instantly penetrating through the biggest of Leviathan’s Eyes among the many the principal had.
At the sa ti, Bai Wu exerted a bit more force, and he snapped the neck of the God of Wealth.
His figure suddenly beca blurred,
and when he reappeared, the Pride Longsword had already returned to Bai Wu’s waist.
Bai Wu suddenly appeared beside Zhong Xu and Yan Zhao.
If it wasn’t for Zhong Xu’s physique already at the level of a giant—
Bai Wu would probably have embraced Zhong Xu and Yan Zhao, one on each side, just like how the "Landlord" had hugged the duo who sang "Where can I find a knowing soul in this vast world after my heart is torn?"
"I guess the reason you haven’t beco skinny like the other Evil Fallen is because even after coming to this world, you’re still without any inhibitions?"
This was addressed to Zhong Xu.
Filled with astonishnt, it hadn’t been long at all; how could Bai Wu have improved so drastically?
He realized that he was unable to see through the speed of Bai Wu.
"To be honest, I’ve always wondered what a person would be like without any restraints whatsoever? Probably just like you."
"Eat whoever you want to eat, vent your desires on whover you wish, no concept of family, treating all beings as if they are just toys for your amusent."
"When you ate your own daughter, Zhong Xue, you probably didn’t feel any guilt, did you?"
Zhong Xu didn’t respond, for in a certain sense, Bai Wu had t the most evil person, which was Zhong Xu.
He leapt into the air as the Envy Greatsword was unleashed from his back.
A powerful strike enough to slay Zhong Xu was on its way.
But Zhong Xu... couldn’t move at all.
Not long ago, Zhong Xu and Yan Zhao both thought the sa thing—killing Bai Wu should be a very easy thing to do.
But now, their thoughts had completely changed.
Bai Wu was no longer the sa as before.
How could an ordinary human improve so monuntally in such a short amount of ti?
Could it be that during the year or more since his death... Bai Wu had always been outside the tower?
For most Evil Fallen, this place was hell.
The agony of hunger was unbearable.
But not for Zhong Xu, who completely ignored the "no cannibalism" rule set by those legendary Evil Fallen.
Whether it was the Seventh Consortiums or other Evil Fallen, to Zhong Xu, they were all just food.
This place was practically a heaven for Zhong Xu.
The Envy Greatsword slashed from Zhong Xu’s right shoulder down to his left flank.
The sword seed to easily cut through Zhong Xu’s tough muscles and flesh like they were nothing.
"The final kill was given to your daughter Violet. I wasn’t really willing at the ti, but after all, she ca as reinforcents, so I had to give her face. Zhong Xu, a person like you, I wanted to kill with my own hands."
The greatsword wasn’t a chainsaw, but Bai Wu’s trendous strength sent it swinging crazily, as if it were.
Countless Evil Fallen watched the scene, feeling a chill run down their spines.
This gentle-looking youth with an appearance that was nine parts handso, was now covered in blood, resembling an Asura who crawled out of hell.
"Ah... is that it? Just died like this, way too boring."
The corpse of Zhong Xu was still a ghastly sight.
Killing the Evil Fallen of this world clearly had a negative impact on the real world, although the exact consequences were still unknown.
The God of Wealth, the principal, Zhong Xu, Yan Zhao and such—if they did not provoke Bai Wu, he might have let them live.
However, deep down, Bai Wu apparently enjoyed the current situation.
He touched the blood on his face:
"Your turn."
Yan Zhao couldn’t believe it; he had always thought that he had not lost to Bai Wu.
The one who had killed him, defeated him, was not Cain, not Yan Zizai, and even less so Bai Wu, but the High Tower.
But now Yan Zhao finally realized, Bai Wu had beco—way too powerful.
He knew that death was inevitable:
"How are the other families doing?"
"You should thank Yan Jiu, thank Yan Zizai. A person as evil as you are, yet you have descendants as kind as Yan Jiu, as morally upright as Yan Zizai."
This ti, Bai Wu pulled out the Greed Dagger.
This dagger had a chance to take sothing from the opponent, but of course, Bai Wu was just trying his luck.
Or maybe it was just to give each of the three weapons a chance to be used.
He considered himself a King of Fortune, but had also realized his true nature through so non-spirit-possessed item.
The first strike, Bai Wu severed Yan Zhao’s kneecaps, and the Patriarch of the Yan Family fell to his knees, howling in madness.
Bai Wu still wore that unconcerned and expressionless face:
"The eight great families, few hadn’t aligned themselves with , but I annihilated them all, the Qin Family, the Liu Family, the Pang Family."
"Your rule, along with that of Zhong Xu, Qin Ye, and Liu Long, was completely terminated in a single war. Although the High Tower wasn’t saved, the people inside at least awakened to sothing."
"Of course, Yan Zizai is now the titular High Tower Master."
The second and third strikes, Bai Wu sliced off Yan Zhao’s arms.
The Eye of Prayle reflected Yan Zhao’s entry, and Bai Wu, to exact revenge on behalf of Jian Qiu, preemptively pulled out the claws and teeth of this beast that was Yan Zhao.
The fourth strike... there was no fourth strike; the final blow was Bai Wu pointing a finger toward Yan Zhao’s forehead.
The mind of this Patriarch of the Yan Family, who regarded human lives as experintal subjects, suddenly scattered.
Unlike Zhong Xu, whose evil was outward, people like Yan Zhao possessed an internalized evil.
Yan Zhao acted under the pretense of justice.
Whether abducting the underprivileged to the fifth layer for live experints or erasing Yan Zizai’s mory, he always managed to justify it in ways that even soone with a strong moral compass like Yan Zizai could believe.
For a long ti, deep down, Yan Zizai truly thought that the Patriarch of the Yan Family acted for the good of all humanity.
Until Yan Zhao sent him to Shudu Prison.
Bai Wu said:
"He can’t move now. You can do whatever you want to him next."
He was speaking to Jian Qiu.
Most of the Evil Fallen present were subdued by Bai Wu’s unilateral slaughter.
Zhong Xu, Yan Zhao, the principal, the God of Wealth—it seed they were all too slow to act before this battle ended in utter confusion.
Although it was indeed a bloody and cruel process.
But it was starkly different from what they had anticipated at the beginning.
Jian Qiu was the sa, unable to believe Bai Wu was so terrifyingly powerful.
"How... how did you do that?"
Jian Qiu’s voice trembled. Was this still the Bai Wu who pleaded, "Captain, save "?
Bai Wu took out a bottle of water and poured it over his head, washing away part of the blood:
"This isn’t anything difficult, just standard equipnt for the Investigation Corps."
Jian Qiu suddenly lost her urge to take revenge on Yan Zhao. She had wanted to disembowel him, to let this person experience being cut open.
But after Bai Wu severed Yan Zhao’s limbs and shattered his consciousness, her seven hundred years of anger dissipated.
"Thank you, Bai Wu. It’s a pity I can’t do much for you. With your current strength... soone like can no longer be of help to you."
Bai Wu disagreed:
"Your presence saved from many detours. Although I would never have been trapped on the flight forever, you played a part in ensuring that the captain didn’t beco an Evil Fallen. I’m simply repaying a debt of gratitude."
The previously noisy Stone Forest suddenly grew much quieter.
So the "hohoho" laughter seed particularly jarring.
Bai Wu, upon hearing this sound, subconsciously thought it was the mimic, Yan imitating soone.
But soon, he followed the source of the sound and saw a familiar face.
The octopus had beco much leaner. The ironworker beside it, holding a hamr, too, because of his emaciation, looked as though his hamr was almost as big as him.
Then there was the doctor in the white lab coat.
And the judge in the white robe behind him.
"What, do you also want to give it a try?"
eting acquaintances, Bai Wu was still pleased, although these acquaintances had negative feelings toward him.
The octopus shook its head:
"No, no, no, I wouldn’t dare to oppose you."
rchants are not fools, let alone the fact that Landlord is currently absent; even if he were here, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Bai Wu.
They had seen the recent battle clearly; Bai Wu had undergone an earth-shattering transformation in strength.
He had beco a legendary existence that had crossed the threshold of the Well Level.
Perhaps only the legendary Evil Fallen of the third layer of the Well World could suppress Bai Wu.
The rchant said,
"This place is for conducting trades, with everyone trading their own resources, and I am a rchant. Although my ti here has been short, in the Realm of the Evil Fallen of this world, I still have so reputation."
Bai Wu understood:
"You want to help with sothing?"
"Yes, it’s interesting to say that both the ironsmith and I have been loyal to Lord Jing Wu, but Lord Jing Wu... erased us at a critical mont."
That flight experience, dying and then living, living and then dying, was also quite vexing for the rchant and the ironsmith.
Bai Wu smiled and asked,
"What is your value?"
The rchant and the ironsmith slowly approached Bai Wu, while the Warden, doctor, and judge did not follow.
"Although my ti here is far shorter than those you killed, I know quite a bit. You understand, as soone like , when I co to a strange place, the first thing is to establish my own Currency of Fear system, as well as to understand this world."
"In a little while, a big shot will arrive, and you’ve killed a few decent fighters, they may bla you, but I can keep you safe, ho ho ho ho ho..."
Bai Wu was unmoved:
"This isn’t a difficult thing for . It’s quite simple for to protect myself."
"But after all, you still need a guide. I can see that you are very confused about many things in this world."
"What do we represent, and what is the influence of this world on the real world?"
"Why do these Evil Fallen exist, and what are we fighting against. You probably didn’t find the answers to these questions from the Evil Fallen Body on the flight."
Bai Wu narrowed his eyes and sized up the rchant:
"We are mortal enemies."
"My lord is no more; in this world, there’s no more talk of loyalty. Naturally, I should pursue my own interests."
A very reasonable explanation.
Plus, this gathering wasn’t just for trading; it’s likely that so very influential Evil Fallen from the third layer of the Well World will show up. Bai Wu didn’t want to make enemies on both sides.
After all, he had already thoroughly offended the Seventh Consortiums.
"You look very thin?" Bai Wu suddenly asked a question.
The rchant understood the hint:
"Although we can replenish through food, we... seldom draw on the negative emotions of humans. In this world... the Evil Fallen are tornted by suffering."
"What do you an?"
"If we don’t absorb enough negative emotion, even if food alleviates the hunger, we will beco emaciated."
Bai Wu understood; it seed that Zhong Xu, besides killing Evil Fallen, also killed quite a few people from the Seventh Consortiums.
"But weakness is a sign in this world... You’ve actually asked a very key question, which is related to yourself, ho ho ho..."
"What do you an?"
Related to myself?
Bai Wu did not understand the implication; as a human being, how could he possibly be related to the Evil Fallen? If it were before, Bai Wu might have been able to understand a little.
But ever since he drank the Well Water, Bai Wu’s body underwent a distortion.
After that, although many people still regarded Bai Wu as human, he was sohow unable to undergo Evil Fallen Transformation.
But Bai Wu thought about it, why would the rchant approach him?
As long as he wasn’t provoked, that should be enough, so why would he take the initiative to be friendly?
Clearly, there were so secrets here.
The rchant said,
"No matter how emaciated we beco, we will not die. Our combat power will not decrease. It’s just that being thin will change our shape."
"So what?"
The rchant realized Bai Wu really didn’t understand:
"There is an Evil Fallen in this world stronger than the legendary Evil Fallen soon to arrive. That Evil Fallen, from not absorbing negative emotions for too long..."
"Resulted in it becoming overly emaciated, so much so that all the flesh on its body disappeared, leaving only stark white bones, like crawling out from hell... the Bone Demon. I had the fortune of seeing it once, exactly like..."
The rchant’s eyes glead:
"Exactly like you at the casino, one could say identical."
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