After resonating with the malice of the Final Abyss, Wu Xiaode can now sense any kind of malice.
The overwhelming malice emanating from the gigantic bone palm could drive any living creature mad!
The malice was so intense that even the Wall of Wishes displayed a task.
However, behind Wu Xiaode stood the entire Netherworld, the malice accumulated by countless spirits over innumerable ages.
When it comes to malice, he is not afraid at all!
Wu Xiaode looked up at the bone claw that covered the sky and grinned:
"Oh, I'm so scared, just admit you're forcing me to call for backup, why be so fierce?"
Having said that, he reached out and touched the gray halo, placing it on his head.
This halo cannot be used.
But the opponent should know what this halo represents.
— Does it dare to rip off ties with a Holy one?
Let's see if you actually have the guts!
A cold glint flashed in Wu Xiaode's eyes as he sneered and said:
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He slightly adjusted the gray halo in his hand, like adjusting a hat.
— This was a provocation.
And I'll summon the Holy one!
I really want to see if you can withstand the Holy one's wrath!
Time seemed to halt at this moment.
Yet, time silently slipped by.
The bone claw slowly retracted, disappearing into the sky.
It didn't dare to make a move!
The endless malice filling the Void also dissipated completely.
Everything returned to normal.
Wu Xiaode stood at the top of the pyramid, remaining vigilant for a few more breaths before taking his hand off the gray halo.
Only then did he realize that he was still in the Death Trial task.
He slowly turned his head and made eye contact with a mummy huddled in a corner.
"Right, what were you saying just now?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Oh great warrior," the mummy applauded vigorously, excitedly saying, "Congratulations on becoming the first in this Death Trial. I hereby present you with the honorary certificate on behalf of this Trial."
"By the way, who are you?" Wu Xiaode asked again.
The mummy bowed and said, "My name isn't important, after all, I'm just a minor backstage worker, usually responsible for your venues, props, garbage recycling, and such trivial tasks. Please, just don't remember me."
"But you're also responsible for awarding the honorary certificate, aren't you? Where is it?" Wu Xiaode asked.
The mummy held out a piece of linen cloth with both hands, presenting it to Wu Xiaode.
"These letters... seem like the ink hasn't dried yet." Wu Xiaode touched them and said.
"The pyramid has been in disrepair for so long, the dampness is quite severe, please don't mind such minor details."
The mummy bowed again.
"Though I seem to recall you wanted to eat me?" Wu Xiaode asked suspiciously.
The mummy nearly jumped— it seemed exceedingly eager to escape, but perhaps recalling the previous attack's power, it barely restrained itself and said with a forced smile:
"You must have misheard, I said I wanted to treat you to a good time."
With a wave of its hand, a long table suddenly appeared at the top of the pyramid, piled high with abundant food.
"I see, you really are a nice guy— but what profession did I advance to?" Wu Xiaode patted its shoulder and asked.
"Please take a look, the strongest professions are all here."
The mummy held out a booklet, turning to one of the pages.
Wu Xiaode looked at it for a while, pointed to a term, and asked, "Can I choose this one?"
The mummy respectfully replied, "Of course you can."