"Just kill them all!"
The five elder guards fell to the ground as they responded.
In front of the Book of the Dead, they had no power to resist, and were killed in an instant.
Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead, once again feeling its power.
"Arian, was that too quick? Actually, we could have used those five to find the elder who ordered them,"
Qiong whispered quietly.
Wu Xiaode shook his head without saying anything.
These old foxes of the Council of Elders must have made their preparations.
Facing the Book of the Dead, they would never expose their flaws, surely having removed themselves from the whole matter long ago.
Wu Xiaode’s gaze fell to the ground.
Five corpses lay before everyone, motionless.
From Arian’s recollections, Wu Xiaode also clearly understood the kind of people who could serve as guards to the Council of Elders.
—They must be the elite of various clans, nurtured as successors.
Just half an hour ago, they had prestigious reputations and lofty statuses, the most powerful enforcers beneath the Council of Elders.
But now, they were dead.
This was akin to a harsh slap in the faces of the elders.
What would be their reaction?
The elder floating in mid-air looked down at one of the corpses, a fleeting expression of sorrow in his gaze.
Wu Xiaode smiled and said, standing beside those bodies:
"Well, if you want to kill others, you have to be ready to be killed at any time. The logic of the rivers and lakes is that simple. If you’re not convinced, let’s talk again after you’ve completed the life and death battle."
The elder gave him a glance, but said nothing, his figure flashing as he soared into the air, flying towards the direction of the Council hall.
"We should leave quickly too," Qiong immediately transmitted.
"Why?" asked Wu Xiaode.
"The sword you’ve obtained is a priceless treasure. We must return to our clan and hide it, letting everyone know one thing—"
"Even if they kill you, they cannot find this sword."
"That’s the only way to ensure our safety."
Qiong explained quickly.
Wu Xiaode looked down at the longsword in his hand.
At that moment, he noticed that the gaze of everyone in the crowd was fixed on the sword.
...Is it that coveted?
Wu Xiaode laid his hand on the hilt of the longsword.
In an instant, rows of ice crystal characters appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"Across many epochs, the levels of weapons can be roughly divided as follows:"
"Common, Excellent, Fine, Epic, Legendary, Divine Ancient Legend, etc."
"The level of this sword has reached the status of ’Divine Ancient Legend,’ a treasure that only emerges once in hundreds of thousands of worlds."
"According to the records of the Dragon Clan, with the Bone phone2 max as the shared platform, this book has obtained detailed data on this sword:"
"Butterfly Soul: Blade of Worlds’ Destruction."
"A Divine Ancient Legend grade weapon, rare, unique, the Secret Blade."
"This sword possesses the following powers:"
"Any being struck by this sword, regardless of what level of armor they possess, will surely be injured and cannot be immune;"
"Based on your soul power value, this sword can perform ranged attacks and will surely hit the enemy;"
"(For instance: If your soul power is 100, you can attack from 100 meters away from the target.)"
"3. Dragon Transformation;"
"When you raise the level and power of this sword, you will uncover the secrets behind it."
Wu Xiaode quickly read through, his heart also inevitably shaken.
With just these two features, this sword was indeed worthy of being a Divine Ancient Legend-grade treasure!
No wonder the people around were all watching it like hungry tigers.
"What an excellent sword."
Wu Xiaode smiled and nodded at Qiong.
Qiong immediately took out the Shangmo family’s world transport stone.
The two of them left the main world of the Destruction Council and returned to the world of the Shangmo family.
Facing the rising sun, Wu Xiaode drew out the Butterfly Soul sword, admiring it closely.
The blade was clear and bright like snow, scattering a graceful and elegant dance of snowflakes as it swung, like the vibrant flight of a ghostly butterfly.
"No wonder it’s called Butterfly Soul,"
"Hurry up, you have to think of a way to hide it. Even I cannot know where it’s hidden; that’s the only way to cut off their thoughts of it," urged Qiong.
"Hide? Qiong, you’re overthinking it."
Wu Xiaode smiled, sheathing the sword back into its scabbard and tying it at his waist.
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One was the Desert Sword.
The other was the Butterfly Soul sword.
"The Book of the Dead gave me such a sword not because it wants me to hide it,"
Qiong paused, then said in a low voice, "This is the strongest sword in the Council, a legend for countless years. If too many people come to steal it, I’m afraid we won’t be able to protect this treasure."
Wu Xiaode stretched leisurely and responded:
"I know, so next we need to make sure no one dares to reach for it."
He patted Qiong’s shoulder.
"You ensure our clan’s world is safe, I’ll think of a solution."
"A solution?" Qiong couldn’t help but repeat.
"Yes, they played a game of assassination, and not only did they fail to finish us off, they allowed us to acquire such a blade—"
"Next, they will definitely resort to more brutal means to deal with us."
Wu Xiaode said with a calm expression.
Qiong thought for a while and said uncertainly, "The Council of Elders is about to face a life-and-death battle; do they have the capacity to worry about us?"
"If I were them, I would definitely deal with us first, especially now that we have acquired another blade ," Wu Xiaode said.
If the elders took this blade and used it in the life-and-death battle against the Ten Thousand Spirit Silence Association—
It would truly be like adding wings to a tiger!
"What do we do now?" Qiong asked.
"You keep our world safe, I’ll handle the rest—we agreed that you would take care of the family affairs, and I would be in charge of the fighting," Wu Xiaode said.
Qiong hugged him gently and whispered, "If it really comes down to it, let’s just run away."
Wu Xiaode glanced at the time.
One hour and twenty-eight minutes left.
In just over an hour, would the Council of Elders use new tactics?
Wu Xiaode already knew what he had to do.
"Run away? No, it would be rude not to reciprocate; they want to kill us, and I, in turn, wish to wipe them out," he said.
"Let us see who has the better tricks."
After saying so, he flashed away and vanished from the family world.
On the beach, Qiong remained silent for a long time.
To challenge the entire Destruction Council’s Council of Elders on his own!
How could such a thing be possible?
Qiong only felt a wave of powerlessness engulfing her heart.
As the feelings of despair and shock gradually subsided, she reached out to touch her chest and took a deep breath.
If it had been before—
She truly would have had no courage to confront the Council of Elders.
Even if Siang offended the Council of Elders, she would have done everything to distance herself and even go directly to the Council to betray Siang.
—That was to survive!
She had no desire whatsoever to seek refuge with those powerful elders.
The scene that had unfolded in the Council was like a fiery brand permanently etched in her mind, gradually giving rise to an unprecedented idea.
Once this idea surfaced, it grew continuously, firm as a rock, unshakeable in the slightest.
"If it’s death, then so be it..."
"Arian, I’ll join you in the fight against them."
She murmured softly and resolutely turned around, walking towards the family’s cluster of buildings.
Ning Shen Temple Estate.
As soon as Wu Xiaode walked in, he saw the entire peach tree adorned with glittering lights.
The spirits were having a party!
All sorts of candy, cakes, and ice cream covered the entire peach tree.
Wu Xiaode smiled and did not want to disturb immediately, so he stood by to watch.
"Ah, look who’s here!"
The little green-dress fairy lightly landed on his shoulder, laughing and saying:
"Do you want to play with us?"
"You go on and have fun, I have quite a few things to handle—actually, I came to ask about something," Wu Xiaode said.
"What is it?" the little fairy blinked in curiosity.
"That Human Puppet Forging Skill—I’ve already handed it over as planned, and now the enemy might forge human puppets to fight against me. Is there anything I can do in response?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Oh, it’s about that," the little green-dress fairy nonchalantly said, "We’ve been aware that you have a sword that can transform you into a human puppet."
"Yes, this sword should have been prepared by the Queen Mother of the West for me, allowing me to become a human puppet," Wu Xiaode said.
"Draw the sword and let me have a look," the little green-dress fairy said.
Wu Xiaode drew the Desert Sword from its scabbard, displaying it before the little green-dress fairy.
She lightly jumped and landed on the blade.
"Wow, it’s really sharp!"
She squatted down and gently touched the blade edge with her finger.
"Be careful!" Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but warn.
The little green-dress fairy’s finger was cut, and dark green blood poured out, dripping onto the Desert Sword’s edge.
She furrowed her brows slightly, dipped her hand in the green blood, and swiftly drew strange and peculiar runes onto the sword blade.
The Desert Sword suddenly emitted a series of low hums.
The little green-dress fairy retracted her finger and slowly sucked on it with her mouth.
In a flash, the entire blade of the Desert Sword turned a verdant green.
A line of ice crystal letters appeared:
"This sword has received double authorization from the Queen Mother of the West and the fairy clan."
"The sword’s Divine Skill ’Eternal Puppet Body’ has been updated."
"Eternal Puppet Body: You can transform into the Guardian of the Human-shaped Puppets at will, unfettered by any of the Future Era’s Laws."
"Additionally: The bearer of this sword may command all non-fairy aligned Guardian of the Human-shaped Puppets."