Chapter 512 Panic Descends.
Night fell, and thick fog filled the air, obscuring the bright moonlight and creating a deathly silence.
At this moment, three figures were heading towards the Spirit Hall of Gengxin City in the silent night sky.
"Brother Mo, Third Brother, should we cover ourselves up?"
Ma Hongjun landed on the roof of a building, looking at Tang San and Xuan Mo beside him, and leaned closer to ask.
"No need." Xuan Mo's face immediately turned cold. "When I send him to hell, I'll make sure it's clear. Let him see who he can mess with in his next life, and who he can't!"
At the same time, Tang San echoed, "That's right. Besides, we're not going there to steal chickens or dogs, but to kill. So what if we show ourselves? As long as we see all our people leave this world, why worry about our identities being revealed?"
At this moment, Ma Hongjun could hear the chilling killing intent in Xuan Mo and Tang San's tone. Letting out a long breath, he thought of Miles and muttered to himself, "Serves him right!"
After traveling for about half an incense stick's time, a tall and impressive building appeared before the three of them.
At this very moment, inside the Spirit Hall of Gengxin City.
Cardinal Miles sat in his bishop's seat, his face pale and bloodless. However, after a day of treatment, he had clearly recovered.
"So, what about the thing I had my eye on!?"
Miles looked at his subordinate with a grim expression and questioned, "Was it also sold out!?"
"Yes, Your Excellency," the spirit master stammered, cold sweat dripping down his back.
"After all, those two are treasures crafted by the master craftsman Lou Gao, so the competition is incredibly fierce, and it's impossible for them to remain."
"Damn it!"
Miles picked up his teacup and smashed it at the Soul Master. The teacup shattered instantly, and the tea inside spilled down his head. Even so, the Soul Master remained silent.
"Do you know who they are?!"
"This…" Upon hearing this, the Soul Master broke out in a cold sweat. However, seeing Miles's face turn cold again, he could only say, "Your Excellency, I suspect it's someone from the Blacksmiths' Association. After all, there were rumors last time that Lou Gao had no intention of auctioning this item. So, do you think it's possible that the Blacksmiths' Association was instructed by Lou Gao, and then…"
"Oh, very good reasoning. In that case, let's go to the Blacksmiths' Association and see Lou Gao again. We'll also have him bring up that treasure so I can present it to His Holiness the Pope."
The coldness on Miles's face dissipated, and the corners of his mouth turned up. Of course, this didn't mean he believed the Soul Master's words; on the contrary, he didn't believe a single word the Soul Master said.
However, his answer naturally stemmed from other thoughts.
For example, he wanted to forcibly recruit Lou Gao into the Spirit Hall and then compel him to develop the weapon the Spirit Hall had obtained from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School during the Soul Hunting Operation. This would be a major achievement.
At this very moment...
The Soul Master said with some worry, "Your Excellency, won't we offend that elder by doing this? And won't we get into trouble if we rob the Blacksmith Association? After all, the Blacksmith Association has a very high status in Gengxin City."
"Heh, you know nothing! Do you think a esteemed elder of the Spirit Hall would associate with such a lowly blacksmith?"
Miles sneered. "Besides, tell me, who would take a trash association like the Blacksmith Association seriously? Don't forget, we belong to the sacred Spirit Hall. The undisputed overlord of the world, the Spirit Hall."
At this point, Miles stood up, arms outstretched. "And everything we do is for the better development of the Spirit Hall. The Blacksmith Association, or Lou Gao, refused to become part of our Spirit Hall; they must be taught a lesson. Can those few low-level Soul Masters make a ripple? The status of us Soul Masters is incomparable to any other profession; any other profession should serve us Soul Masters. It's their honor that the Blacksmith Association's things serve our Spirit Hall!"
*Clap clap clap!*
"It's a real shame you're not involved in pyramid schemes."
Just then, a round of applause suddenly rang out.
Accompanied by a slightly regretful voice.
At that moment, the lewd look on Miles' face froze. Not only him, but practically every Soul Master present felt a tremor run through their very soul.
They suddenly found themselves completely isolated from the outside world, cut off by an intense chill.
Simultaneously, a tremor from the deepest, most vulnerable part of their hearts caused a look of horror to appear in everyone's eyes.
"Ah—"
A scream rang in everyone's ears.
At that moment, everyone looked towards the direction of the scream like extremely frightened rabbits.
They saw a Soul Master of weak strength, pierced through the heart by a stone spike, his eyes filled with extreme terror. His hands gripped the tip of the spike, and bright red blood flowed continuously from the pierced wound as if it were free.
At this moment, the temperature inside the Spirit Hall also began to drop. Seeing this, Miles, all bluster and no substance, shouted, "Who goes there? Get out here! Everyone, be on guard!"
His warning snapped these good-for-nothings out of their daze, and they frantically released their martial souls.
A dazzling display of color erupted, but the appearance of their soul rings couldn't dispel the fear in their hearts. Even gathered together, the chilling aura remained.
"Heh, you don't need to be anxious."
A cold laugh rang out again, and "creak..." a window suddenly opened, revealing two figures on the windowsill. Cold sweat poured down Miles and his group's foreheads.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The moment they spotted the two figures, one of them, before they could even call out, flashed black light, and streaks of blood spurted out!
"Thump thump thump..."
Simultaneously, bodies collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, without Miles needing to give a signal, almost everyone began unleashing their soul skills, a devastating barrage aimed at the direction from which the two dark figures had appeared.
After all, no one wanted to be the next victim; only by eliminating these two figures could their safety be guaranteed.
However, it was clearly useless.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The Blue Silver Emperor formed a blue silver cage, instantly enveloping the two figures. But the attacks from the soul masters couldn't harm them in the slightest!
Meanwhile, "You guys are too weak..."
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