Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 349: [The Voice of Fate]

The banquet was coming to an end.

In the Dust-free Room.

Johnny also felt that everything was over.

Because he sensed something.

Even with the Dust-free Room’s isolation, the explosive power of a True Name level six strongman was still astonishing.

Especially, for a True Namer.

"Did you feel it?"

He asked Ethan, very excited.

Ethan just looked at him and said, "Feel what?"

"You are finished."

Johnny could barely sit still; he was eager to see Ethan’s expression, that unease, tension, even pleading.

Unfortunately, Ethan was just calm.

He thought Ethan was pretending.

So he stood up directly.

"Alright, I will bring back the worst news."

He firmly believed that everything was decided in that moment just now.

It must have been a victory for their side.

He turned and walked out, not forgetting to glance at Ethan when closing the door.

In fact, he really hoped Ethan would lose his composure and rush out, so he could mock and torment Ethan to his heart’s content.

But, no.

Ethan just sat there calmly, hands crossed in front of him, as if he truly felt nothing, his eyes seemed to be looking at something, or just blank.

As the door of the Dust-free Room slowly closed.

In Ethan’s originally calm eyes, color suddenly flashed.

It was wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

In fact, he was far more knowledgeable than Johnny because his eyes had been fixed on that battlefield.

Even though he was within the Dust-free Room.

The Dust-free Room could limit True Name power, but it couldn’t limit true — power.

For example, the ’True God Name’.

And for example, the authorities connected to the ’True God Name’.

Vasini, and many Dark Savior followers were present, just through their eyes, Ethan could be there in person.

Then through their devotion, their faith, their bodies, Ethan could descend with Divine Power at any time.

The reason he had not acted was because he was also waiting.

He knew the other side definitely had a backup plan.

When Old Xi Wen appeared, Ethan even had no plans to act, because he felt Old Xi Wen didn’t seem weighty enough.

However, that strike which caused heaven and earth to lose color was too intense.

So Ethan had to take action.

He crossed his hands in front of himself, then relying on Vasini and that group of devout believers, he descended his consciousness.

What descended was not the power of the ’True God Name’, but the power connected to the King of the Beihai, and Sea God Isis.

While Old Xi Wen was indeed formidable, he was ultimately only a strongman with the Sea God’s True Name, his True Name, still belonged to the Sea God’s authority.

So no matter how much disturbance he caused, no matter how wild the wind and thunder, they couldn’t escape the control of the true authority.

Ethan did not stop this storm.

His command given by the authority was simply, not to harm the Skull Crusher.

Because this strike was purely targeting the Skull Crusher, if the Skull Crusher was truly hit by this strike, he might not die but be seriously injured to the point of being completely incapacitated.

This was precisely what Heisenberg was happy to see.

The storm gradually dispersed.

Old Xi Wen looked ahead with immense confidence.

He was confident that in that strike just now, anyone of the same level could absolutely not remain standing.

Let alone someone a level beneath him.

In this way, the task entrusted by Heisenberg would be considered complete.

If he could thereby establish a connection with the Kingdom Defense Bureau, then perhaps his situation in the Royal Capital, and the situation of former allies in the Royal Capital, wouldn’t be so dire.

But all his musings came to a sudden halt in that very moment.

Because a massive axe, brimming with killing intent, was already cleaving towards his face.

This... how is it possible?!

Old Xi Wen found it hard to believe that his previous strike hadn’t caused any harm?!

The opponent could still attack?

Various thoughts swiftly flashed through his mind.

But his reaction was not slow at all, he pushed his arms forward again, vaguely, there was lightning surging between his palms.

The True Name of the Sea God was not only about mastery over the sea, storm, and thunder, but also about an extreme development of the physique.

Like the blood of sea monsters that momentarily enhanced his four adopted sons, it was actually created with the power of the True Name.

So naturally, he had developed his body to a greater extent.

Don’t look at how the guy across is a strongman with a True Name in battle formations, in terms of physical strength, he might not be able to match me.

With such confidence, Old Xi Wen decided not to ponder why the previous strike didn’t harm the opponent, he would simply rely on his physical strength to subdue them.

The next second, his stalwart arms caught the incoming massive axe.

"Young man, you still need practice."

Sure enough, as Old Xi Wen anticipated, the opponent’s axe didn’t exert much pressure on him, in terms of physical power, he could crush the opponent.

However...

Something was wrong.

The experiences from battles at sea, that intrinsic sense of crisis buried deep in his bones, still made him aware that something was greatly amiss.

What’s wrong?

The next moment, he saw his opponent’s eyes.

The man’s eyes, beneath a strange mask, were so calm, as if saying, "You’re already dead."

Why?

The rain was still falling.

But it was like it wasn’t falling, as if it was suspended in the air.

Wrong...

This rain.

"Xi Wen."

Old Xi Wen suddenly heard a voice.

The moment this voice sounded, every hair on his body stood on end.

Could it be...

He looked up towards the sky in complete disbelief.

In the sky, a woman’s face appeared.

That face looked familiar, almost like the Sea God Isis depicted in the temples.

He had never believed in the existence of the so-called Sea God Isis, even though his power came from the sea, from the Sea God’s True Name.

For his entire life, he only believed in himself.

But at that moment, he had to believe that a goddess truly existed.

Why did She suddenly appear?

Was it to punish his irreverence?

No.

No, no, no.

He didn’t need reverence; he only needed to believe in his own fists. His entire life, he held his destiny in his own hands.

And what if a goddess exists, I don’t believe in you!

He swung his fists toward the goddess in the sky.

But it was only in his mind.

He couldn’t move; his whole body was rooted to the spot.

From above, the goddess extended a hand, saying without any emotion, like a true deity, "Blasphemer, perish!"

It was as if the rain began to fall once more.

The moment the rain fell anew.

Xi Wen seemed to hear some sound, the sensation of air being torn asunder with absolute intensity.

Something was heading toward him.

Was it destiny?

No!!!!!!