The battlefield over at the Bren Hill still needs resources diverted to compete for the Ancient God's Blood.
Thus, only Chen Bojun and Lu Zijin, the two high-ranking combatants, arrived at the battlefield first.
Including Nie, the Deacon, from the Judgement Court.
As well as Wang Taisheng, the Night Watcher.
And a large number of prodigies from the Omega Sequence.
When they all arrived at the battlefield, however, they fell silent, as if by agreement.
Gu Jianlin sat on a shattered stone pedestal, his dust- and blood-stained shirt open, panting heavily.
The demonic elegance of his Qilin Horns, the ghostly pitch-black eyes, and the uncanny tattoos on his face.
He was clearly in an Evolutionary State.
The Extreme Thunder Great Sword was plunged into the ground before him, sparks flashing and dispersing, illuminating his cold, hard profile.
Tang Ling let her crimson hair cascade freely, the prominent Dragon Horns atop her head equally striking. Her vermilion eyes reflected the tardy arrivals with disdain and frigid indifference, a trace of mockery in her gaze.
Four against one—there was no room for suspense.
Even with the aid of the Penglai Ascension Array, Councilman Zhang, despite being Fifth Rank, couldn't withstand the combined barrage of four combatants.
The shattered highway, the collapsed buildings, severed utility poles.
The ground awash in blood.
"Well, we've surely made a name for ourselves now."
Tang Ling rested against the Extreme Thunder Great Sword, her voice icy and arrogant.
Gu Jianlin chuckled soundlessly. His Female Sacrifice and Tiger General had left the scene earlier, leaving him without any lingering concerns.
Four blazing golden Ghost Hands floated mid-air, clutching a mangled figure in their grasp.
Nie, the Deacon, was the first to charge forward, his face pale: "What are you doing? Openly assassinating a superior?"
Wang Taisheng's expression twisted between light and dark as he bellowed into the microphone concealed under his collar: "This is treason! Total rebellion! The Ascender realm is on the verge of civil war! Two Evolvers have appeared within the Omega Sequence—is the Ancient God Clan infiltrating the Ether Association from within? Why are you all standing there stunned? Take action!"
Their allegiance naturally lay with the Judgement Court, so witnessing such a scene left them mentally shattered.
Nie, the Deacon, was anxious about his career falling into jeopardy.
Wang Taisheng's thoughts were even more sinister. He had only been beaten severely yesterday, and had it not been for a Priest's healing, he'd still be lying in the hospital.
Moreover, his own son was still in critical care battling death, barely clinging to life.
The perpetrator of that gruesome assault was none other than a candidate from the You Ying Group—
During the Returning Burial Forest incident, Gu Jianlin was deeply entangled with the Moon Princess.
With these events threaded together, resentment was inevitable.
Black Mercedes-Benz cars screeched to a halt roadside, blocking off the entrance.
The team leaders inside the vehicles exchanged silent looks, none daring to speak up.
Lin Wanqiu stood among the gathering, her flowerlike features drained of color, her complexion pale with terror.
Lu Zicheng wore an expression as if witnessing ghosts, his voice breaking: "What the hell?"
Chen Qing appeared tense to the extreme, her cold, alluring face clouded with worry.
Lu Zijin widened her mesmerizing eyes, muttering: "Bold move… truly insane."
Chen Bojun scratched his head in frustration but refrained from completing his sentence.
At that moment, communications and electricity returned to Peak City.
The car's projection system flickered to life, displaying phantasmal figures draped in Holy Robes.
"Cease your actions immediately and release Councilman Zhang!"
Thunderous voices of rage boomed from the speakers: "Do not doom yourselves!"
Evidently, these were Saints from the Judgement Court.
Councilman Zhang appeared manic, screaming hysterically: "Save me! They've betrayed humanity's faction! Their accomplices include the You Ying Group's candidate and the Qilin Clan's Divine Servant! This is a conspiracy, likely part of the Qilin Venerable's grand scheme! The King of Qing is absolutely no altruist – he's probably seizing this opportunity to destroy the world!"
"Tang Zijing, Gu Ci'an, as well as Mu Feng—they're all accomplices!"
He roared: "They're nothing but scum fit to die!"
Councilman Zhang's suit was shredded long ago, his blood-slicked body covered in tattoos of Child Boys and Girls.
Those figure tattoos displayed children in hellish agony, writhing violently, silently screaming, transforming into dragons at a rapid pace.
Utter terror, bone-chilling horror.
The sight of Councilman Zhang in this state left the crowd gripped by dread.
What in the world was this unholy abomination!
"Just a traitor from The Order of the Hidden; does it warrant so much drama?"
Tang Ling cast them an icy glance: "Get on with it."
Gu Jianlin exhaled deeply and snapped his fingers.
In a graphic display of gore, the four Ghost Hands roared, vibrating with accumulated power.
Councilman Zhang's limbs were ripped apart alive, torrents of blood spraying like waterfalls!
His broken body crashed to the ground, nearly fainting from unbearable pain!
A Judgement Court Councilman, stripped of his limbs so cruelly, reduced to nothing more than livestock awaiting slaughter.
In this moment, someone suddenly realized something.
No one made a move to stop these two, despite their madness.
At that moment, a sleek black Maserati emerged from the shadows, its dazzling headlights illuminating the crowd's faces.
The onlookers gazed at the vehicle's license plate, their expressions shifting to ones of deference and reverence.
For this was the President's personal car!
High above the skies.
Golden brilliance cast its piercing gaze, silvery phantoms lowered their heads to watch.
Both the Silver King and Golden King—the two Catastrophes—were observing this spectacle.
"My thanks for tonight's aid."
Gu Jianlin turned to the red-haired girl beside him: "Let's collaborate again next time."
Tang Ling withdrew the Extreme Thunder Great Sword, replying coolly with a simple "Mm."
The two brushed past each other.