Bang—
Duan Ling landed heavily.
The rooftop cracked under his feet.
Yet, he was unscathed, and his aura continued to intensify.
My god...
Mystic Martial Artist!?
Fang Qingyu was montarily stunned.
Two Mystic Martial Artists in a single squad!?
This revelation shocked Fang Qingyu, who had read through the data...
He hadn’t seen Duan Ling in action before, assuming he was in the Micro Realm.
In the team, only Lin Kang was known to be a Mystic.
He didn’t expect Duan Ling to hide his true strength so well.
"Qingzi, are you okay? This ti I’ll help you regain your face!!!"
As Duan Ling landed, he imdiately looked at Fang Qingyu.
"I’m fine."
Seeing Fang Qingyu shake his head.
Only then did Duan Ling turn his gaze.
He then noticed Li Hu under the feet of the two Gods.
"Let’s go..."
The two Gods, seeing this, remained very calm, yet decisive.
As for the elder, the Pantheon...
They were rely thods to regain their power.
With the people here dead, they could simply move on to the next city; the pantheon would worship them once again, making no difference.
"Leave?"
"Ha, try leaving!"
But Duan Ling was in no rush, his lips curling into a cold smile.
Just as the words left his lips.
The piercing sound of rotors tearing through the air ca from afar.
Hair falling beside Duan Ling’s ears suddenly rose with the chaotic air, as the first dark green ard helicopter erged from the southeast corner of the building...
The second and third helicopters erged from the gaps between the buildings in different directions.
But it wasn’t over yet.
When the last transport helicopter bearing the Black Hawk emblem rose from the north, the entire rooftop was encased in an iron cage, imperable.
Duan Ling’s voice pierced through the roaring tal swarm: "Now, can you leave?"
This grand scene...
Even Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but feel his heart surge with excitent.
Then, nurous figures leaped from the helicopters... Among them were martial artists and believers.
All marked with red nas!!
The crowd surrounded the two Gods, their expressions frosty...
The sense of oppression instantly overwheld the two Gods!
"How’s that, Qingzi, satisfied with this scene?"
Duan Ling at this mont seed like a gang leader... boasting of his thods to Fang Qingyu.
"Satisfied."
Fang Qingyu nodded earnestly.
You could say... he couldn’t be more satisfied.
Then Duan Ling looked at the two Gods still standing in place.
His expression showed a hint of disdain.
"Two unknown minor Gods from a shabby place, I now declare your arrest, will you surrender obediently, or resist?"
As soon as the words fell, anger flashed across their faces...
One of them was about to step forward.
But was held back by the other, who shook his head at him.
Actually, Duan Ling wasn’t wrong...
They indeed were minor Gods, confined to a small regional faith.
As ti passed.
They were without believers, not for luck at being summoned through the pantheon’s ritual.
They would still be in another world.
Serving as bullied entities.
Thus, they cherished their lives.
Since it was the only chance to regain power and strengthen in the human world.
"We..."
One of them was about to surrender.
But didn’t expect Duan Ling to completely ignore conventional behavior.
Before he finished speaking, Duan Ling frowned and loudly rebuked.
"What!? You dared to resist!!"
"Damn it, attack!!!"
As the words fell.
The crowd, including Fang Qingyu, rushed forward.
The two Gods saw this, their expressions imdiately terrified, hurriedly waving their hands.
"No, we choose to surrender!!!"
"We want to join the Federation and contribute to society!!!"
But these words...
Were directly ignored by the crowd.
The combat was exhilarating.
And very swift.
Two Divine Descent Bodies were thoroughly ravaged to death.
Fang Qingyu joined in the fray opportunistically.
And seized the final blow on the two Gods.
"Alright, we still have tasks over there."
"Hope our Dragon Spine Camp produces a Martial God talent."
"Rember to call us for such activities next ti."
As things concluded.
The crowd ca quickly and left quickly.
They ca to bid farewell to Duan Ling, then patted Fang Qingyu’s shoulder, and boarded the helicopters again.
Soon vanished into the sky.
"Who are these people...?"
Fang Qingyu curiously looked at Duan Ling.
Duan Ling smiled hearing this, "They’re from our Dragon Spine Camp."
"I’ve noticed every ti you go on a mission, issues arise, so this ti I inford them in advance. When Li Hu called for help, they were already on their way."
"..."
Fang Qingyu’s mouth twitched listening.
The words made him feel like he was Conan.
Yet the Pantheon people always pestered him, there wasn’t much he could do.
But this ti it was a one-ti sweep.
This was the headquarters of the Qingjian City Pantheon, tonight easily eradicated by the crowd.
Not just the believers.
Even these Gods, were all captured.
But until Li Hu was stretchered away for treatnt, Fang Qingyu and Duan Ling exchanged a glance, suddenly realizing.
Wait a minute...
Where’s Lin Kang!?
Thus, the Divine Managent Bureau personnel mobilized urgently again.
Eventually quickly found Lin Kang’s body beside the isolated street.
Covered in blood, suffering multiple fractures.
Almost unrecognizable.
But his achievents... were outstanding!!
In the Profound Tier, to kill a Divine Descent Body of the sa tier!!
The higher the realm.
The greater the gap in combat strength with a God of the sa tier.
This is common knowledge.
Being able to kill a god at the Profound Tier ans Lin Kang’s combat strength is among the top in the sa tier martial artists.
As for Fang Qingyu killing a Micro Realm god with Breaking Mortality.
That’s even more terrifying.
But for so reason, it wasn’t publicized.
Fang Qingyu doesn’t care about these things.
As long as there are rewards given, that’s enough.
The event reached its concluding stage.
During this ti, two mbers of the third squad were sacrificed.
Fang Qingyu and the others silently watched as the broken bodies were carried out wrapped in body bags.
It was really too late.
Encountering the Alien God believers happened in an instant.
No one could react.
After all, the area had already been completely searched once.
No one knew where these people suddenly appeared from.
And it was thanks to Fang Qingyu...
That only two people were sacrificed in this battle.
At that ti, Fang Qingyu almost single-handedly protected one set of stairs, allowing others to guard the other side, minimizing the casualties...
Otherwise, Duan Ling could hardly imagine the consequences.
Because of one den.
Most of the third squad was buried.
She would beco the biggest sinner.
So upon learning the ins and outs, Duan Ling patted Fang Qingyu on the shoulder again.
"Thank you."
But Fang Qingyu didn’t feel much.
In that kind of environnt.
He believed, if soone else had the ability, they would have done the sa.
He just did what should be done.
Even though he’s constantly been attacked alone.
But the Divine Managent Bureau is his biggest support.
This, Fang Qingyu truly felt.
"Let’s go back and rest first, everyone is tired tonight, whatever needs to be discussed can wait until tomorrow."
Duan Ling clapped her hands, arranged for a car, and sent everyone who wasn’t injured back to the bureau.
In the car.
The atmosphere was exactly the opposite of when they ca.
The lighthearted atmosphere had turned sowhat heavy.
No one spoke along the way.
Fang Qingyu also returned to the dormitory in silence.
He let out a long breath.
Cald his thoughts and looked at the chart.
Although tonight was tough.
The gains were quite remarkable.
Earlier in the stairwell, he had already maximized the Qi Blood Technique and the Observation thod.
But now there are still 6 skill points left.
And 3 strands of Divine Origin!!
This ti, that Candle Dragon must have taken notice.
Three gods...
If it weren’t for this attack on the headquarters, Fang Qingyu wouldn’t know where to get these origins.
Trying each one strand by strand.
Let’s see what cos next.
[Detected material for profession advancent, choose to advance profession?]
"Yes."
Fang Qingyu muttered in his heart.
The mont he confird.
His retina was sliced by black and white colors.
The surrounding environnt had entered the eternal night.
As if thrown into the river of ti, days and nights continually changing before his eyes.
Soon a stone table, a chair, and a woman appeared slowly with the passage of ti.
When the woman fully appeared.
Ti reverted to normal.
Fang Qingyu’s vision also beca clear again.
He still couldn’t see the woman’s face behind the crown of ribbons.
But this must be the Candle Dragon, without a doubt.
This ti the woman was playing with a wisp of black energy in her hands, and Fang Qingyu cast an expectant glance.
The Five Gods...
He just took so ti to look it up.
They are quite famous.
This ti it should work, right?!
But in less than two seconds.
This ti, not only her eyes were disdainful, but her entire being exuded a particularly disdainful aura, directly throwing the black stream at Fang Qingyu.
Striking him on the head...
A feeling of vertigo caused by the inversion of day and night hit him again.
Fang Qingyu woke up, back in the dorm room in reality...
A prompt jumped out on the chart.
[The Candle Dragon God refuses to fuse with inferior origins, profession advancent failed]
[Convert the Blood River Origin into 4 skill points?]
"...Even this won’t do?"
Fang Qingyu frowned tightly, it seed as if he could still feel the impact on his forehead.
But it doesn’t matter.
He still has two strands, there’s still a chance to try.
Treat the dead horse as if it were alive.
Even if the Candle Dragon is unwilling to fuse, he doesn’t lose anything.
So Fang Qingyu pointed at the next strand of origin...
Day and night rotated.
The woman seed surprised that Fang Qingyu reappeared.
Pausing slightly for a second.
Only then did another stream appear in her hand.
But this ti, she didn’t wait for the stream to congeal.
With a wide sleeve swing, she scattered the stream.
Fang Qingyu heard a thunderous dragon roar explode by his ear.
As the world spun around.
Rapidly returned to the dorm.
If previously was a slow return allowing ti for reaction...
Just now was a quick return.
Like being slapped back by a hand.
Fang Qingyu sat up straight again, he didn’t believe it.
Could it really be that nothing is worthy!?
He directly clicked on the last strand of origin.
Yet this ti, before the night and day illusion unfolded.
A cold voice, like jade clashing, pierced through ti and space.
In the illusion before his eyes.
The Candle Dragon God, her golden robes billowing like clouds, rose abruptly from the river of ti.
"You..."
She pinched the wisp of twisted bloody origin between her fingers, the long river of night and day behind her roared and boiled.
"If you bring trash again..."
"I will stuff the trash in your mouth!!"
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