Beast Taming Patrol-Chapter 670 - 235: Leave No Troubles Behind (Seeking Monthly Votes)_3

Chapter 670 -235: Leave No Troubles Behind (Seeking Monthly Votes)_3

Having abandoned his own inferior spiritual weapon, expended his hard-earned life-saving Great Teleportation Talisman, and lost the power base he had long cultivated, for Jin Yulong, this was undoubtedly an unprecedentedly severe blow.

“But I’m still alive…” His voice carried a bone-deep hatred, like the whisper of a demon, deep and chilling, “Lin Su, just wait, I’ll come back, I will…ugh…”

Jin Yulong’s speech abruptly stopped, his voice tinged with astonishment.

A blood-red long knife suddenly pierced through his back, passing through his chest, splitting his heart in two, and devouring his life force completely.

In disbelief, Jin Yulong used his last bit of strength to turn his head and look behind him.

There stood a red-haired man shrouded in a bloody mist, his presence exuding a terrifying murderous aura that felt like sinking into a mountain of corpses and an ocean of blood.

The man’s face bore a cynical smile, as casual as slaughtering a chicken, he casually pulled out the long knife, drawing a large spray of thick blood, also draining Jin Yulong’s last bit of vitality.

Afterward, he took out a plain white silk cloth from his Space Ring and meticulously wiped the blood off the long knife until it was completely clean. He then covered Jin Yulong’s face with the blood-stained silk cloth, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned and left.

Jin Yulong lay powerlessly on the ground, the light in his eyes gradually fading under the silk cloth.

In his last moments, he heard the man muttering to himself.

“Worthy of the Opportunity Land left by those killers from Blood Sea Tower, you have to kill until only one person remains to get the opportunity, really twisted.”

“But thinking about it, me having killed all five hundred Commanders is pretty twisted too, haha…”

“Something seems off, counting myself, why is it five hundred and one?”

“Ah well, one more or less doesn’t matter…”

Does my own death, not matter…

The light completely faded from Jin Yulong’s eyes.

Under the silk cloth, his expression forever fixed in unwillingness.

Died with eyes wide open.

…

At the gates of Holy Light City.

Some time had passed since Lin Su and the others had left, and the onlooking prodigies had also dispersed.

They were eager to share what they had witnessed with others.

In the field, only two figures stood like statues amidst the pool of blood.

Standing behind Zhou Huaiyu, Zhou Xiran quietly watched everything around him with bloodshot eyes.

Gone, everything was gone.

All the prodigies directly under the empire, gone.

Apart from Jin Yulong, who had used his Great Teleportation Talisman to escape at a crucial moment, he was the only one who had made a move against Lin Su and was still alive.

And this was merely by leveraging his cousin’s prestige.

“Cousin, why did you not intervene to save those from our direct empire?” he asked in a low and hoarse voice.

“Smack!”

Zhou Huaiyu swung his sleeve, striking him hard with a slap, his cold gaze flashing with a deeply hidden fear, “Useless trash.”

Although he was popular in the arena of prodigies, he was just an ordinary disciple in the Hunyuan Taoist Sect.

By speaking out to save this foolish cousin of his, he had already done all he could.

Intervene to save the other prodigies of the direct empire?

Such an action to intervene in the grand competition between nations would lead to his utter destruction by the powerful presiding over the arena from the other five top sects, and the powerhouses of his own sect were unlikely to lift a finger for a mere ordinary disciple like himself.

At that time, he would have become expendable.

If possible, he wouldn’t even want to save this not-so-close cousin of his.

But someone had to deal with Lin Su.

After today’s massacre, Zhou Huaiyu had realized the nature of Lin Su, and he couldn’t help but shudder.

Although he didn’t have a mortal feud with Lin Su, he had offended the man.

Those who offended this fellow knew he truly dared to kill.

Now his own strength was strong, and he was not afraid of him, but what about the future?

If he let this person join the Immortal Phoenix Sect and grow to a hall-level Beast Tamer, Zhou Huaiyu could not imagine the consequences.

Therefore, he needed someone in the Champions Battlefield to intercept Lin Su and stop him from growing any further.

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Such a thing, the upper sect disciples within the Champions Battlefield could not do due to the rules.

He could only let the champions who were also participating in the great competition of nations come.

“Cousin…” Zhou Xiran got up from the ground, covering his swollen face, his expression laden with fear.

The always fastidious him, his pristine daoist robe was smeared with blood from the ground, yet he did not dare to wipe it off, just standing obediently behind Zhou Huaiyu.

“The Champions Battlefield opens in eleven months,” Zhou Huaiyu’s gaze flickered as he spoke coldly, “Your disgrace, you shall wash away yourself!”

“Yes!” Zhou Xiran spoke in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with a venomous look.

Lin Su…

All of this was brought by him.

As long as Lin Su was dead, everything could be resolved.

The disgrace he suffered, the companions he lost, and…

Zhou Xiran slightly lowered his head to hide his gaze, the venomous look in his eyes growing even deeper.

If he could kill Lin Su and gain the favor and nurturing of Hunyuan Taoist Sect, this cousin, who had been like a mountain weighing down on him since childhood, would also pay the price for his arrogance.

He already had entry-level martial skills, and once his strength broke through, reaching above level ten of Nayuan Realm, Lin Su was as good as dead!

Now, what he needed to do was bide his time.

Lin Su, oh Lin Su, you did not kill me today, the next one to die will be you!

A fierce killing intent flashed in Zhou Xiran’s eyes, then his expression stiffened slightly.

In the midst of the void, he seemed to see a doll, the size of a palm, resembling him very closely.

Then a somewhat familiar hand, under his horrified gaze, crushed the doll without hesitation.

No!

No!!

No!!!

Zhou Xiran opened his mouth, wanting to cry out in shock, but found he could no longer speak.

His body was dissolving into blood mist inch by inch.

“You…”

Zhou Huaiyu sensed the abnormality, and turned around sharply.

Seeing the strange condition of his cousin, his pupils suddenly constricted, and with a movement of his hand, he shielded everything around and quickly gathered the dispersing blood mist back into Zhou Xiran’s missing flesh.

Then, it was too late.

The collapse of Zhou Xiran’s body accelerated, and even with Zhou Huaiyu’s Sky Soaring Realm cultivation, hoping to keep a doomed person alive was wishful thinking.

The flesh burst apart again and again, and Zhou Huaiyu gathered it again and again.

In the end, Zhou Xiran’s body completely burst into a blood mist and left no traces of flesh.

Zhou Huaiyu’s movements ceased.

He stared blankly at the dispersing blood mist in front of him.

After a long while, a roar echoed within Holy Light City.

“Lin Su! I will kill you!”

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