"Hua Lidian, are you fucking sick, why the hell are you still gambling?" Ren Dongmeng couldn’t help but curse out loud, then stared intently at the Iron Bone Flying Vulture and demanded, "Where the hell did this Reverse Soul Realm demon beast come from?"
"What the hell does it have to do with us? Even if it appeared out of thin air, we in the Overlord Commerce wouldn’t give a damn."
Hua Lidian’s voice was slightly hoarse, and in his excitement, he blurted out swear words.
A wild glint shone in his eyes. Although there was a rule in the Overlord Commerce not to get involved in any conflict, it was damn thrilling.
Sikong Jing had actually disguised himself as a Soul Eater to assassinate Mo Ci!
Hua Lidian recognized it—the moment Mo Ci appeared, he had thought of it, and now he was one hundred percent sure!
That’s why he wanted to make a bet with the high-and-mighty Ren Dongmeng.
While the two from the Overlord Commerce were having their disjointed conversation, just as the people nearby had barely fallen to the ground, just as the buildings around them had completely collapsed, frost suddenly formed on the ground.
Next, the demonic power of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture seemed to be frozen, and the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, still charging wildly, began to be encased in ice.
The next instant, it violently shot backward, its demonic power exploding again, fiercely shattering the frost around it.
The Iron Bone Flying Vulture emitted a metallic voice as it said coldly, "Master, Mo Ci is actually at the Second Stage of Reverse Soul, your information was incorrect."
Sikong Jing, standing atop the ruins, trembled slightly, a fierce glint in his eyes. He remembered that when Mo Ci attacked the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, she was only at the First Stage of Reverse Soul. In just a few short months, she had actually advanced to the Second Stage.
It was beyond his expectation, but with the arrow on the string, he had to fight for his life!
Sikong Jing’s eyes were steady, focusing on the huge pit blasted out by the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, now as still as a pond of dead water. Dust and debris constantly rolled into it, burying Mo Ci’s body out of sight.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Mo Ci still had not emerged from the pit.
And the people around, scattered by the blast, were gradually climbing back up, a look of stunned confusion on their faces as they stared at the huge Iron Bone Flying Vulture in the sky, and then dumbly towards the pit.
"What happened? Why would a terrorizing demon beast of the Reverse Soul Realm suddenly appear?" Dou Youchuan’s trembling voice asked.
Xu Youyou responded, "Sikong Jing, he’s trying to assassinate the Wangyou Sect Master... Mo Ci!"
Qiu Qifeng and Qiu Baichu exchanged glances, and they finally understood why Sikong Jing had dared to say he could help the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace take care of Lian Zhiyu’s father, and they finally understood what Sikong Jing meant by personal business.
It was to kill Mo Ci in the Imperial Advisor Mansion.
"Grandpa, are you alright?"
On the other side, Gongyang Ying ran over to Gongyang Ren in a bedraggled state and asked.
But the question was clearly redundant; everyone else was fine, so how could Gongyang Ren, at the Golden Body Realm, possibly be harmed?
Gongyang Ren’s eyes flickered with cold light as he spoke in a low voice, "Sikong Jing came to the War Soul Imperial City to kill Mo Ci. He knew Mo Ci would appear at the Imperial Advisor Mansion... and it was my order to set up the banquet that allowed Sikong Jing to make this arrangement."
"The Iron Bone Flying Vulture, it was brought here by Sikong Jing."
It was the order given three days ago to host a banquet that allowed Sikong Jing to precisely predict that Mo Ci would appear in the Imperial Advisor Mansion.
Thus, he could use a Reverse Soul Realm demon beast to assassinate Mo Ci.
"But grandpa, where exactly is Sikong Jing, and how could the Iron Bone Flying Vulture suddenly appear?"
Gongyang Ying was completely baffled, mainly because of the sudden appearance and charge of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture—at that instant, it was too fast, and everyone’s attention had followed Mo Ci, sweeping across the entire Imperial Advisor Mansion.
No one had noticed how the Iron Bone Flying Vulture had appeared.
And to this question, Gongyang Ren naturally had no answer; he still hadn’t suspected the Soul Eater Leader.
Suddenly, a uniform sound of marching rose from outside the Imperial Advisor Mansion, and then a large troop of people charged in, led by someone who looked like a military officer. It was Marshal Lu Lungan of the War Soul Dynasty.
"Imperial Advisor Gongyang, I’m back."
"What’s the deal with the Iron Bone Flying Vulture from the Reverse Soul Realm? What happened here?"
Everyone’s gaze shifted from the pit to Lu Lungan.
Including Grandpa Gongyang and his grandson, the Fifth Prince, everyone was stunned. Wasn’t Lu Lungan in the Youyuan Twelve States?
How did he suddenly return?
Of course, no one explained anything to Lu Lungan because no one understood the situation either.
Gongyang Ren just steadied his breath and asked in a deep voice, "Commander Lu, how did you come back?"
"Oh, Cheng Yusu’s control over the Long Night Army is still very poor, so I didn’t see it as a threat. I came back specifically to find that damned deserter, who is now the Soul Eater Leader."
"I only just remembered that the bastard has an experimental War Soul Secret Technique on him, something extremely dangerous."
"What’s more important is that I’ve always felt he has ill intentions."
Lu Lungan quickly explained a few words, then asked in a serious tone, "Where is Soul Eater? I need to ask him in person."
The moment these words were uttered, Gongyang Ren and Gongyang Ying finally had an epiphany and began searching for Soul Eater. However, they were stunned to find that Soul Eater was standing not far in front of the pit—astonishingly, he had not been blown away just now.
In fact, only Sikong Jing was prepared, which is why he wasn’t blown away by the power of the Reverse Soul Realm.
Gongyang Ying, though puzzled in his heart, didn’t think too much of it and pointed at Sikong Jing, "Commander Lu, Soul Eater is right there."
As he finished speaking, Lu Lungan followed Gongyang Ying’s pointing finger.
Then he was stunned, and with a clanging sound, he drew his sword and shouted, "You’re not Soul Eater, you’re not Liu Dacheng, who are you?"
Lu Lungan was shocked, roared, and his True Qi surged violently towards Sikong Jing.
His tiger-like eyes glaring furiously!
And Liu Dacheng, whom he mentioned, was the real name of the former Soul Eater Leader—of course, Lu Lungan knew this clearly.
At the same time, everyone including Grandpa Gongyang and his grandson were dumbfounded. Commander Lu said he was not Soul Eater?
How could he possibly not be Soul Eater?
Especially Gongyang Ying, especially Yan Benxing... they all had experienced battles with the Soul Stealer.
Moreover, Soul Eater possessed Tieshan Fist and other techniques of the Tieshan Sect. If he wasn’t the Soul Eater Leader, then who was he?
"Guards! Seize this impostor posing as Soul Eater Liu Dacheng immediately, right now!" Lu Lungan sensed something was wrong, his marshal’s intuition smelling the huge scent of conspiracy, so he decisively gave the order.
Instantly, his troops behind him launched a furious attack, pouncing towards Sikong Jing behind the pit.
"Iron Bone, tell Lu Lungan to roll!"
Sikong Jing had already noticed Lu Lungan’s arrival, but who had the mood to care about his onslaught now? His hoarse voice emitted from his mouth.
In an instant, the Iron Bone Flying Vulture spread its wings.
In no time at all, the troops charging at Lu Lungan were blown away, screaming in agony.
And this scene, naturally and truly, caught the eyes of everyone present.
Gongyang Ying’s eyes widened, her mind a complete mess. Soul Eater wasn’t Soul Eater, and now he even controlled the Iron Bone Flying Vulture.
Thinking this, Gongyang Ying finally screamed out, asking, "Soul Eater, who exactly are you?"
The next moment, Gongyang Ren responded with a hoarse and terrifying voice, "There’s no need to ask anymore, Ying’er, he is... Long Night Sikong Jing!"