Chapter 502
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Chapter 502: Homicide
Shen Qingzhu was dumbfounded.
Also dumbfounded was the murmuring figure being choked by the Ninth Seat.
“This is impossible!” The murmurer’s eyes were filled with disbelief. “I planted a soul contract on you; you can’t betray me!”
“Soul contract…” A hint of a smile appeared in the Ninth Seat’s eyes. “That thing isn’t as useful as you think. In front of that esteemed one’s divine consciousness, it is quite fragile.”
“Divine consciousness?” The murmurer frowned tightly. “What is that?”
“The unique method of the Chairman. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”
“Chairman? Aren’t you one of the Night Watchers?”
The Ninth Seat shook his head. “No.”
“What other organizations are there in the Great Xia besides my Ancient God Church?”
“Ancient God Church? Just a tumor in the Great Xia.” The corner of the Ninth Seat’s mouth curled slightly. “Your perspective is too narrow. You might want to look further, like… beyond the Great Xia?”
The murmurer frowned. “I don’t believe there are any forces that exist in the fog.”
“Thus, a tumor can only be a tumor.” The Ninth Seat sneered.
“You’ve been lurking by my side for so long; what exactly is your purpose?”
“To burst this tumor at the right moment.” The Ninth Seat shook his head regretfully. “It’s a pity that the Ancient God Church only accepts divine agents, so I could only join the ‘Believers’ to monitor your every move.”
“Just you, a ‘Wuliang’?”
“What of being a ‘Wuliang’? Am I not still gripping your throat?” The Ninth Seat spoke slowly. “Sometimes, patience is more important than strength.”
“Eleven years… your patience is indeed terrifying.”
“But I didn’t expect you to secretly send the Third Seat and the First Seat to wipe out Team 008.” The Ninth Seat’s eyes narrowed. “I was puzzled; I had left so many marks to remind Team 008, yet the Night Watchers still showed no signs of movement…”
The murmurer stared at him for a long time, a hint of coldness appearing in his eyes.
“He Lin, I must admit, your identity surprises me greatly… but if you think you’ve won, you’re being a bit too naive.
The ‘Medium’ team has been hunting me for so long and still couldn’t kill me. How could I easily die at your hands?”
As his voice fell, his figure began to bizarrely fade, like smoke blown away by a gentle breeze, dissipating into the air.
The Ninth Seat’s eyes narrowed.
He almost reflexively turned around, a powerful spiral energy burst from his palm, rushing towards the figure in the black tailcoat!
“Don’t forget, this… is a nightmare I created.”
The murmurer stepped forward, his figure instantly phasing out. The two spiraling energies passed through his body as if he were nothing.
In the next moment, he appeared right in front of the Ninth Seat.
That hand, clad in a white glove, lightly pressed against the Ninth Seat’s chest, as if a heavy hammer had struck a sheet of white paper, causing the Ninth Seat’s chest to instantly cave in!
Pfft—!
The Ninth Seat spat out a mouthful of blood, crashing heavily to the edge of the altar, blood flowing and gradually pooling into a small puddle.
The murmurer let out a muffled groan, black blood once again flowing from his seven orifices. His face turned as pale as paper, and even walking began to make him sway slightly.
Once again channeling so much power exacerbated the already fragmented mental energy of the murmurer, the residual sword energy within him rampaged again, slicing through his internal organs.
“Damn…” The murmurer’s vision blurred. He walked towards the severely injured Ninth Seat while muttering to himself.
At the edge of the altar, the Ninth Seat watched the approaching murmurer, his eyes icy cold.
A look of hesitation appeared on the murmurer’s face.
His current state was truly one of a burnt-out oil lamp, making it difficult to use his escape ability again. If the Ninth Seat were to fight to the death to kill him, he might really succeed…
At that moment, the murmurer seemed to think of something, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
“It seems I won’t need to make a move myself…”
He turned his head, and he didn’t know when, but Shen Qingzhu had already jumped up from beneath the altar, standing beside the murmurer.
The murmurer extended his hand, trembling slightly as he pointed at the Ninth Seat, his voice hoarse:
“Shen Qingzhu, kill him for me…
Now, the ‘Believers’ are basically all but wiped out, but as long as I am alive, the ‘Believers’ can still be reformed.
Just as I told you before, a brand new era is about to begin, and you… are destined to be the one who leads the entire ‘Believers’ to glory.
Kill him, and you will be the First Seat of the ‘Believers.'”
Shen Qingzhu stared at him for a moment and nodded.
“Alright, I understand.”
He turned around, facing away from the murmurer, and slowly walked towards the Ninth Seat lying on the ground.
The Ninth Seat raised his head, looking at the young man, a faint smile appearing on his blood-streaked face.
“Do you have any last words?” Shen Qingzhu asked calmly.
“None.”
“Really none?”
“Mm.”
“If you truly have no last words, how about I come up with one for you?”
“Go ahead.”
Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath,
and shouted loudly:
“SpongeBob!! Let’s go catch jellyfish!!!”
As his resonant voice echoed in the underground space, the murmurer behind him froze for a moment, then his pupils trembled uncontrollably, his expression struggling violently!
Two souls that had been suppressed deep within him suddenly leaped with unprecedented joy!
In that instant, the murmurer could no longer maintain his conscious clarity, and the remaining rationality completely collapsed…
He raised both hands high, his face flushed with excitement, and shouted loudly:
“Okay!! Patrick!! Let’s go catch jellyfish!!”
Swish—!
Shen Qingzhu instantly turned around, pouring all his mental energy into the black ring he held in his hand,
and then…
Threw it forcefully!
A black soul long knife extended from the ring, instantly piercing through space and stabbing into the murmurer’s heart!
One strike,
soul severed.
The murmurer’s hands remained raised, his excited smile frozen, like a comical sculpture, fixed in place.
His eyes became vacant, completely losing their luster.
Shen Qingzhu did not let his guard down; instead, he stepped forward and snapped his fingers in mid-air.
Snap—!!
Raging flames erupted from beneath the murmurer’s feet, quickly engulfing his entire body. The flames licked at the murmurer, and the crackling sounds echoed in the silent underground space.
This was not only to deliver the finishing blow but also to burn his corpse, preventing any mental energy from flowing into the altar, completing the last part of the mental energy.
Crack!!
A crisp shattering sound suddenly rang out, the surrounding void fracturing inch by inch, and this nightmare space began to gradually fade…
The corners of Shen Qingzhu’s mouth uncontrollably lifted,
only at this moment did he dare to truly confirm,
the murmurer was dead…
He killed him.
