They had thought Long Tianji's display of divine prowess—successively defeating the Master of the Heavenly Person Academy and the Vice Hall Master of the Langhuan Holy Land—would be enough to deter any petty villains. Unexpectedly, another group of uninvited guests arrived today.
"The Soul Hooking Envoys of the Underworld have arrived! Why isn't Long Tianji hurrying out to greet us on his knees?!"
"Who?"
"The Underworld?"
"Soul Hooking Envoys?"
"What are they…?" Wei Shanhe, Zhao Xinghe, and the others were all completely clueless.
"How insolent! How dare you call us Soul Hooking Envoys 'things'?" one of them snapped, then sputtered, "The Soul Hooking Envoys are not things—bah! You bastards!"
The mysterious individuals, clad in cowls and ghost-faced masks, unleashed their auras, which erupted with a thunderous boom. The sheer pressure left Wei Shanhe and the others struggling for breath, their hearts pounding with terror. They're all experts! Why have we never heard of them before…?
When they learned that Long Tianji wasn't there, they didn't harm the innocent.
WHOOSH!
A token flew from their leader's hand, embedding itself deep into the signboard of the Heavenly chanism Martial Alliance. It was inscribed with the blood-red words "Life and Death" and decorated with a multitude of strange runes. rely looking at it for a few monts was enough to make one feel dizzy.
"Inform Long Tianji that he has three days to present himself at the Ghastly Cave in Yin Xu Valley of Luofu City. If he dares to disobey, we will shorten his lifespan and cast him into the eighteenth level of hell!"
"Let's go!"
Wei Zichu ran out when she heard the commotion. Hearing their words, she muttered to herself. Lifespan? Hell? They really think they're the Underworld's bailiffs… wait, isn't that Shen Youling?
Her eyes went wide. "Hold on! Why are you taking her?"
"Hmm?"
The figures turned their heads, ready to teach the interloper a lesson. But seeing it was just a young girl, they dismissed her with disdain and turned to leave.
"Hey! Hey—!"
Wei Zichu tried to give chase but was held back by Wei Shanhe. "Zichu, don't be reckless! They are incredibly powerful. We can't afford to provoke them."
"But!" Wei Zichu was frantic, but there was nothing she could do. She imdiately tried to contact Lin Tang, but the call wouldn't go through.
「At Lin Tang's ho.」
Dong Mingfeng and the others were terrified. They couldn't reach Xiao Xuanye for help either and were completely out of options.
"Youling is likely in grave danger…"
"And that bastard Lin Tang dares call himself her husband? He's never around when it counts!"
"Dad, hang in there! Soone call an ambulance, quickly!"
"But we don't have a single cent on us…"
Finally, they managed to pry open a drawer and find so cash, allowing them to rush Shen Qiushi to the hospital. The doctor's diagnosis was grim—his injuries were too severe, and his chance of survival was minuscule. All they could do was try to keep him breathing, prolonging his life for as long as possible.
Shen Xin broke down completely. What sins did our Shen Family commit to deserve such endless misfortune?
「In the secret chamber.」
Forgetting to eat or sleep, Lin Tang was completely imrsed in the study of profound Spells. An unknown amount of ti passed before a knock from outside broke his concentration.
"Didn't I say not to disturb unless it was important?"
With a flick of his wrist, the Storage Ring appeared on his finger. The flying sword and his other belongings vanished into it instantly. When he stepped outside, he saw Mo Pinglan's ugly face and was about to test the power of his new Spring Breeze and Rain Spell on her when she spoke with grave seriousness.
"Master, I have urgent news. A group of mysterious people claiming to be Soul Hooking Envoys from the Underworld went to the Heavenly chanism Martial Alliance. They challenged the Dragon King, demanding that he present himself at the Ghastly Cave in Luofu City within three days…"
"What the hell?" Lin Tang was taken aback. This sounded tedious. "They're looking for Long Tianji. What does that have to do with ?"
"Many people saw them take your wife, Shen Youling!"
"Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner!" Lin Tang roared. He tossed a Jade Talisman to Lee Encai, who had just run over. "Wear this and don't take it off. It can be used for both location and communication."
"Oh, okay… My heavens!" Lee Encai had just nodded when her jaw dropped, her mouth forming a perfect O. She was utterly dumbfounded.
Mo Pinglan and Zhu Yingning, who had also just appeared, were equally stunned. What were they seeing? Lin Tang… had just soared into the sky!
He was flying!
Is he even human?!
Though it was Lin Tang's first ti using the Flying Technique, he handled it with surprising skill, showing no signs of plumting to his death. It was far faster than running. A short while later, he arrived at the Heavenly chanism Martial Alliance. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he locked onto Wei Zichu's position.
WHOOSH!
He materialized in front of her in an instant. Wei Zichu had just used the restroom and was in the middle of pulling up her pants.
…Couldn't you have waited a few more seconds before coming in?
"Ahem, Brother Lin, you're finally back! Shen Youling, she…"
"When was she taken?"
"A few hours ago. I couldn't get through to your phone…"
"Take this." Lin Tang pressed a Jade Talisman into her hand and quickly explained how to use it. "If there's another ergency, use this to contact . It doesn't need charging or a signal."
She listened, completely bewildered. Before she could ask any more questions, Lin Tang had vanished.
Brother Lin has beco so powerful… he's on a completely different level now! Wei Zichu was staggered, a feeling of imnse awe and admiration washing over her.
Countless eyes and ears were still staked out around the Heavenly chanism Martial Alliance. As a result, news of the Soul Hooking Envoys' challenge to the Dragon King and their abduction of Shen Youling spread like wildfire. The various major powers soon learned of it, but they were utterly baffled, as none had ever heard of this faction before.
Though the Heavenly Person Academy had sealed its gates, it still kept a close watch on the outside world. When they received the news, a stir went through their ranks.
"…Are you certain they claid to be from the Underworld?"
"Hiss! How is that possible?"
"Those inhuman, ghost-like madn… they haven't made a move in years. Why would they suddenly appear now?"
"Is our mortal realm about to face another catastrophe…?"
Clearly, the deeply learned and knowledgeable Heavenly Person Academy knew their true origins. The color drained from their faces; they seed more terrified of this new threat than they had been of Long Tianji.
「At the Langhuan Holy Land.」
The few survivors from Langhuan Holy Land raced back to the volcano. Though they had lost their teleportation disc, they had other ans of contacting those inside to let them in.
"Long Tianji withstood a treasure bestowed by the Saint Lord himself?"
"Didn't he just break through to the Dragon King realm? How could he…"
With fear and trepidation, they reported the matter to the Saint Lord. From behind the grand bronze door, the Saint Lord's dignified and imposing voice finally echoed out after a long silence.
"Awaken Puppet Number Seven. Capture Long Tianji alive!"
Simultaneously, a gap opened in the bronze door, and a red mass flew out. It was a heart that resembled blood jade, emitting a strange, ghostly light. Cradling the heart, they respectfully withdrew and entered a tall tower. Instead of climbing, they descended a spiral staircase, going nearly a hundred ters deep before opening a sealed stone door.
Instantly, a bone-chilling cold rushed over them. The chamber was covered in ice crystals, and the temperature was incredibly low. The stone walls were carved with coffin-sized alcoves. So were empty, while others contained mummified human figures, all frozen solid.
When they found the mummy designated "Number Seven," they shoved the blood-jade heart into its chest.
HUMMM—
An invisible wave of light rippled outward, shattering all the surrounding ice crystals. The walls and floor began to tremble violently.
HSSS… HUFF…
Suddenly, Number Seven's mouth opened, and it took a massive gasp of cold air, its chest swelling dramatically. It then exhaled a cloud of putrid, murky decay. Its heart began to pound with the force of a car engine. It opened its eyes, its desiccated eyeballs filled with an utter, profound coldness.
"After a great dream of a thousand autumns, I wonder, what year is it today?"
As the sigh, like tal grinding against stone, faded, a formidable aura unique to a Martial Saint erupted!
BOOM!!
Except for the highest-ranking mber, the n who had awakened him didn't even have ti to scream before they exploded into a mist of blood. Before the gore could even crystallize in the frigid air, Number Seven swallowed it whole. Instantly, his shriveled, mummy-like body inflated like a balloon, his appearance returning to that of a living man. He was now an eight-foot-tall man with a pale, beardless face, and the traditional character for "seven" was engraved on his forehead.
The sole survivor was scared out of his wits. He imdiately dropped to the ground and kowtowed. "This humble one greets the Martial Saint! May I know your honorable na?"
Number Seven spoke coldly. "I've been refined into a Puppet. What aning is there in the na I had in my past life? Speak. For what purpose have you awakened ?"
"The Saint Lord has issued a command. He wishes for you to kill a man…"
"Who?"
"Long Tianji. A newly ascended Dragon King."
"A re Dragon King? Hah!" As a Martial Saint, he naturally wouldn't give a Dragon King a second thought. Soon, he grabbed a man who had seen Long Tianji's face and left the Holy Land with him.
Upon arriving in a city, Number Seven froze. He had never imagined the world could beco so… so… indescribable.
"S-Senior, please allow to explain. This is a car, this is…"
After listening silently for a mont, Number Seven shook his head in disdain. No wonder the strongest warriors in this mortal realm are only Dragon Kings. Indulging in such luxury, how many would be willing to endure the hardship of martial practice? How many would risk their lives for a breakthrough? Boring. Truly boring!
PFFT!
"Hey everyone, look! A nutjob who just escaped from the asylum."
"Whoa, check out the clothes. Is he from ancient tis?"
"Could he actually be a ti traveler? Haha!"
"Hey, old man, who do you think you're trying to impress?"
A group of young n and won, fresh out of a nightclub and reeking of alcohol, swaggered over, pointing and jeering. One of them even started taking pictures of Number Seven, the flash of his cara blindingly bright.
BANG!
With a casual punch, Number Seven obliterated the man and his phone.
"AHHHH—!" The others froze for a second before letting out piercing screams.
"So weak. Utterly weak!" Number Seven grinned viciously. "Why must such insignificant insects be so noisy?"
He swiped his fan-sized palm, and the resulting gust of wind sent the fleeing youths flying. Before they even hit the ground, they had been torn to pieces.
The scene sent the entire street into a panic. Cars screeched away, so crashing onto the sidewalk. Pedestrians scrambled for their lives, screaming in terror.
Soon, a squad of ard elites arrived. Seeing Number Seven's rampage, they imdiately took aim and opened fire. A hail of bullets shot toward him.
Hmm? What kind of hidden weapon is this? A little interesting… Number Seven didn't even move. He simply blew out a sharp puff of air. The bullets, just inches from his face, were blasted backward.
"My God!!"
"What kind of devil is this?!"
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