Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 75: Chapter 74: The Evil Omen Must Die (Final)_1
 

Huang Yuanchang’s flashy entrance successfully ignited the Transcendents’ foul moods.

Eating hotpot and singing at home, then suddenly being dragged here to be incarcerated—everyone was already simmering with rage.

And now, an inexplicable fool emerges, turning incarceration into a death sentence?

The Transcendents from Xi Yuan City, many of them recognize Huang Yuanchang and are aware of his murky background.

Even if they don’t recognize him, they have the basic discernment that comes from being out in the world.

Despite his bizarre appearance, the aura Huang Yuanchang emanated was at most at the Seventh Phase.

This was far inferior to the two murderous gods beside him!

If I can’t defeat the Night Watchman, can’t I defeat you?

For a moment, the hall was flooded with approval.

“What the hell are you? Dare to spout such nonsense here!”

“Has the Huang Family gone mad? Even if Huang Leji came, he wouldn’t dare make such a grandiose claim!”

“Do you know where you are? Still so ignorant and unruly!”

…

Evil Omen was actually him?

The three Night Watchmen’s expressions were extremely complicated at this moment, especially Captain Qiao.

He naturally recognized Huang Yuanchang and could not accept that the legendary Evil Omen actually came from Xi Yuan City.

He’s really here!

Su Gao’s eyes, however, twinkled with light.

Having pursued him all the way here, she was familiar with the aura of the Evil Omen. She almost instantly confirmed that Huang Yuanchang was the Evil Omen.

Murderous intent surged within her, and Su Gao’s hand instinctively reached for the hilt of her sword, but her arm was grabbed by Fu Qian.

“Wait a moment!”

As Fu Qian spoke, his gaze was fixed on Huang Yuanchang.

Although puzzled, Su Gao subconsciously accepted his suggestion.

She suppressed the urge to act and smoothly withdrew her arm.

Hehe!

At this moment, Huang Yuanchang, the target of a thousand fingers, showed no fear; instead, he let out a string of mocking laughter.

His laughter became the final straw that ignited the rage, causing several figures to spring into action impatiently.

Leading the charge was a woman with delicate features, in her thirties, dressed elegantly without a hint of makeup.

Fu Qian had some memory of her. If he remembered correctly, the last time he saw her, she had a facial mask on even in death.

Sister Mask now moved as fast as lightning, her rapier striking like a venomous snake, aiming directly at the lower half of Huang Yuanchang’s body.

Her move was vicious, filled with the fury of being forced to go out without makeup.

“I am a Follower of God, protected by the sacred laws.”

Facing this sharp attack, Huang Yuanchang stood his ground, hands raised, voicing something that sounded like a murmur in a dream.

Just as Sister Mask’s rapier was about to strike Huang Yuanchang at his root.

“Any offender will be sentenced to beheading.”

As Huang Yuanchang’s voice grew increasingly shrill, Sister Mask’s forward charge shook, and her complexion turned pale.

A line of blood appeared on her neck.

The next moment, Sister Mask’s delicate head slid off her neck without any obstruction, rolling to one side, the look of horror still etched on her face.

Her headless body continued to charge forward due to inertia, narrowly missing Huang Yuanchang’s body, and the rapier plunged deep into the floor.

Thud! Thud!

The two Transcendents who lagged a step behind Sister Mask witnessed the scene with horror. It was too late to call off their attacks, and without exception, they met the same fate,

and three headless bodies suddenly lay in the hall.

A deathly silence.

The Transcendents froze in place, stunned by this inconceivable event.

Interesting. I couldn’t see how he did it at all!

Fu Qian silently analyzed the scene he had just witnessed.

He was certain that aside from ranting, Huang Yuanchang had made no other move and didn’t even have a weapon in his hands.

The wounds on the necks of the three who died looked as if they had grown there naturally.

Perhaps it wasn’t him who did it after all?

The image of that sinister giant tree emerged in Fu Qian’s mind.

Is this how you respond?

“All offenders will be sentenced to beheading?”

Does that mean anyone who approaches Huang Yuanchang will have their heads cut off by so-called divine laws?”

“If you’re so incredible, why didn’t I see it before?”

Watching the increasingly bright mercury-like patterns on Huang Yuanchang’s body, Fu Qian guessed that the cost to achieve this was probably high.

Right now, it might be that the high-tier existence believes that purely relying on a predestined death, Huang Yuanchang no longer has the possibility to complete the sacrifice in his current state, which is why he received such a blessing.

“You… all must die!”

At this moment, Huang Yuanchang’s expression became more ferocious as he stepped over the corpses on the ground.

“Die!”

Dodging several incoming distant attacks with ease, Huang Yuanchang let out a low roar.

The Transcendent closest to him instantly stiffened, then slumped to the ground, his head rolling to one side.

Every person he killed was within a certain range of him; it seems the decapitation judgment is related to distance.

I have to say, this decapitation technique, coupled with the godlike dodging brought by predestined death, is really sharp.

Fu Qian’s brain worked rapidly, and he had a plan in mind.

…

It was now that Su Gao finally realized why Fu Qian had asked her to wait.

The eerie scene before her also exceeded her understanding.

But seeing the approaching evil omen, her eyes revealed a look of resolute determination.

However, before she could act, she noticed Fu Qian charging out by her side.

The wind howled, and several Air Bullets opened the way; Fu Qian’s body turned into a shadow, heading straight for Huang Yuanchang’s head.

Facing this sharp attack, the latter revealed a grim smile, continuing to move without pause and swiftly dodging the range of the Air Bullet’s attack.

At the same time, with Fu Qian now close at hand, blood sprayed from his neck, and his head tumbled through the air.

Su Gao was shaken to the core, staring at this scene in disbelief; her face turned pale, devoid of any color.

But in the next moment, something happened that shocked everyone.

Fu Qian’s headless body not only didn’t fall but instead moved even faster, closing the distance to Huang Yuanchang in an instant.

He raised his right hand, which swelled into a claw, and firmly grasped the latter’s head.

“You—”

Huang Yuanchang cried out in shock, no longer displaying his previous frenzy.

“Wondering why I’m not dead, are you?”

Fu Qian’s voice came from his chest.

“For the execution of decapitation, you have to cut off my true head to work.”

Amidst the room full of stares as if looking at a monster, a new head slowly emerged from the severed neck of Fu Qian.

“Now, do you see predestined death?”

Crack!

With a face full of despair, Huang Yuanchang’s head was tightly clamped by Fu Qian’s right hand, and blood splattered with white matter.

The latter’s body twitched, the mercury-like patterns on his body wildly distorted and flashed; countless bizarre patterns appeared and vanished, ultimately settling down to silence.

Done!

Fu Qian was satisfied with his achievement.

The head that just fell was, of course, not his!

Although his vitality was remarkably resilient, if he really were decapitated, he would die as expected.

So, after confirming the effect of the decapitation law, he had an ingenious idea to retract his real head into his chest cavity, leaving only a decoy in its original place.

As it turned out, the law was too rigid, unable to make such fine judgments.

Feasts are just this handy!

[Thug Digestion Progress 3/3]

At that moment, Fu Qian felt a surge of ocean-like, surging power emerging within him.

[Congratulations, you have perfectly digested the Thug Form]

[In the face of violence, there is neither destiny nor law]

With each announcement, Fu Qian felt all parts of his body undergoing incredible enhancement, a raging power and killing intent infused in every cell, turning him into an embodiment of destruction.

As his aura gradually stabilized, Fu Qian took a deep breath and confirmed his body had undergone a qualitative transformation.

Not to mention anything else, just from the standpoint of life strength, he was at least Fourth Phase by now.

This trip was not in vain.

[Mission completed, containment successful]

At the same time, the long-missed prompt sounded in his ear.