Chapter 617: Stab Them Until They Are Dead
The young woman's appearance caused Yang Haoran's eye to twitch slightly. At this moment, the unease in his heart, with the arrival of the young woman, instantly intensified.
Everyone else at this time also felt a surge of unease, losing their previous relaxed demeanor.
Was the young woman who had just appeared the so-called Spiritual God that Mo Jingnan spoke of?
Not only did Yang Haoran's side have this thought, but even the Spirit Masters on the high platform harbored the same conjecture in their hearts.
However, if a Spiritual God truly existed in this world, judging by the Spiritual God statues, this Spiritual God should have been male. Yet, the young woman who had just appeared bore no masculine traits whatsoever; it was impossible to mistake her for a man, not just by sight, but even if a blind person were to feel her.
If the young woman wasn't the Spiritual God, then who was she?
Mo Jingnan's face was filled with excitement. His body flashed, and he charged directly towards the high platform.
Huo Laoban watched this scene, but he did not intervene. Compared to the suddenly appearing young woman, Mo Jingnan, already an arrow at the end of its flight, had become insignificant. Therefore, he dared not act rashly. Instead, he immediately retrieved a Soul Pill from his personal space and consumed it, to recover his depleted Spirit Power.
"Greetings, Divine Emissary!"
Mo Jingnan's address for the young woman indicated that she was not the Spiritual God. His respectful attitude towards her showed that within their organization, the young woman's status was higher than his own.
Seeing Mo Jingnan's profound reverence for the young woman, the Spirit Masters on the high platform dared not be neglectful and hastily saluted the young woman.
"Greetings, Divine Emissary!"
They had previously been prostrate on the ground, devoutly praying to the Spiritual God. Mo Jingnan and Huo Laoban's strongest attack had just successfully captured their attention, but they had only straightened their upper bodies, their knees still on the ground. Thus, at this moment, they simply performed a full kowtow to the young woman.
"Rise, all of you."
The young woman spoke indifferently. She did not look at the Spirit Masters present, nor even Mo Jingnan. As she spoke, her gaze swept across her surroundings, taking in the entire situation. Her expression remained serene, like an ancient well without a ripple.
Receiving the young woman's permission, the Spirit Masters who had performed the kowtow gradually rose from the ground, and Mo Jingnan straightened his back at the same time.
"Your devout prayers have been sensed by my God. Therefore, I have been dispatched to resolve your troubles. You may now rest at ease."
The young woman spoke indifferently. Her voice betrayed no emotion, lacking both haughty arrogance and humble modesty.
Such calm words, however, ignited the emotions of the surviving Spirit Masters present to a peak. They, who had previously harbored doubts about the existence of the Spiritual God, now had no more questions on the matter.
Not only did they no longer doubt, but at this moment, like Mo Jingnan, their eyes also shone with fanaticism.
They had originally been filled with despair, believing they would not escape tonight's calamity. However, the young woman's appearance swept away all despair in their hearts, replacing it with the exhilaration of renewed hope. A miracle had truly occurred!
At this moment, all the Spirit Masters present believed in the existence of the Spiritual God, and willingly became devout followers, adherents of the Spiritual God!
Yang Haoran's side, however, felt the opposite. There was no excitement in their hearts, no fanaticism in their eyes. What they felt was apprehension and vigilance.
It was clear at a glance that this young woman was an impossibly powerful being, certainly not someone they could contend with.
And the young woman's next simple action proved that their conjecture was correct.
With a gentle wave of her hand, the space trembled, and the barrier enveloping the high platform shattered with a crisp "snap".
The defensive power of the barrier Mo Jingnan had set up was astonishing. Even with Yang Haoran and his five allies working together, they hadn't managed to break through it instantly, which spoke volumes about its formidable defense.
Yet, at this moment, with just a gentle wave of the young woman's hand, the barrier directly shattered, as if she had merely performed a trivial, effortless task.
"With me here, you may simply kill. No barrier is needed. " the young woman stated indifferently. Although her voice remained calm, her words were utterly domineering.
Upon hearing these words, the Spirit Masters present all showed extreme excitement. Not one of them doubted the truth of the young woman's statement.
Conversely, Yang Haoran and his companions' expressions all turned grim.
None of them were fools. The young woman's display had completely confirmed their internal conjectures: she was clearly not on the same level as them. If they were to clash head-on with her, there would be only one outcome—their certain demise.
Therefore, they felt the most rational course of action now was to retreat, to try every possible means to escape from this place. Although the probability was low, they absolutely had to try. Without trying, there was zero chance; by trying, there was still a tiny sliver of possibility.
Yang Haoran had long been prepared. The Ground-Escaping Talisman he had drawn was currently in his pocket.
To conveniently activate this talisman without anyone noticing, he hadn't stored it in his personal space after successfully crafting it, but instead kept it in his pocket. Right now, though he seemed nonchalantly standing with his hands in his pockets, this was merely a facade. Inside his pockets, one hand gripped his phone, and the other held the Ground-Escaping Talisman; neither was idle.
The young woman, whether she had perceived Yang Haoran and the others' intentions or had long anticipated their attempt to escape, acted swiftly. Just as the thought of fleeing this place arose in their minds, before they could even implement it, a surge of power enveloped them. Huo Laoban, who was suspended above, was forcibly pulled down by this power, crashing heavily to the ground and cracking the floor.
"Standing so high, making me look up at you—you are not worthy," the young woman said indifferently, looking at Huo Laoban sprawled on the ground.
Huo Laoban endured the severe pain spreading throughout his body, struggling violently, trying to stand up from the ground. However, the power suddenly enveloping him was the strongest, so no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from its control.
Although he was severely wounded, he still retained some fighting capability, and having just consumed a Soul Pill, the Spirit Power within his body was rapidly recovering. Yet, even so, he was utterly helpless against the power controlling his body.
As for Yang Haoran and his five allies, their situation was identical to Huo Laoban's. They were rooted to the spot as if under an Immobilization Talisman; not only were their bodies unable to move, but even the power within them was sealed.
"We Spirit Masters do not wish to be enemies with other sects. However, tonight, the hands of you five are surely stained with the blood of our Spirit Masters. So, I apologize, but I can only take your five lives. But you need not worry too much, for I will not cause your souls to disperse. You may relax a little."
The young woman spoke indifferently. These words were for the five allies. As her voice fell silent, her gaze first lingered on Yang Haoran, then settled upon Huo Laoban.
"As for the Underworld Office's running dogs, do not expect to preserve your souls. Tonight, you two will meet only one end: Soul Transformation. Not only you two, but the two hanging above are no exception, and neither are the Night Watchers on the periphery of this place; not a single one of them will escape."
The young woman at this moment was like a judge, pronouncing the death sentence upon Yang Haoran and his companions.
Then, she turned her gaze to Mo Jingnan, who stood respectfully before her, and spoke.
"Go. Each of you, take turns stabbing them. There is no limit to the number of times; stab them until they are dead."
These words brought immense satisfaction and catharsis to the Spirit Masters. It felt as if a fishbone had been lodged uncomfortably in their throats, but now the young woman had pulled it out for them, leaving them feeling incomparably relieved and comfortable!
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