The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1273 - 484: Blood Splatters the Palace of the Gods_2

"Miemeng Ku, Miemeng Qin, follow me and kill!"

"I refuse to believe they have a second Divine being. If they had the power to crush our clan, why wait for the Supreme to appear before making a sneak attack!"

With an ashen face, Miemeng Feng looked around the Palace of the Gods, which had been reduced to ruins, seemingly oblivious to the screams and wails of the survivors.

He rode the Miemeng fledgling, sprinting in a specific direction.

Miemeng Ku and Miemeng Qin exchanged glances, also abandoning the idea of rescue, striving to catch up with Miemeng Feng. The killing intent of the three soared to the sky, chilling to the bone.

"Really unreliable, just letting these Saints and Sacred Birds fend for themselves?"

"Who cares, they’re guests of the Meng Family; even if they’re all killed, what does it have to do with us?"

"Indeed, we might not even be able to save ourselves, let alone worry about the fate of the weak. It’s not necessary."

Jing Rui, Jing Gu, and the Sixteen-Star Ladybug King reached a shocking consensus.

Ling Yao and Ling Shuo, glancing at the indifferent beauty Jiao and the pale-faced Light Witch Goddess and Cloud Witch Goddess, pursed their lips and suddenly took out a vine, turning back and rushing into the ruins.

"Hey, the people of Wooden God Mountain are really kind."

"We can’t avoid it fast enough, yet they dare to return; they truly don’t know the words for ’seeking death’."

"But...that vine, it couldn’t be a remnant branch from the Green Vine Immortal, could it?"

"These two aren’t even Saint Kings; they can’t be the core of Wooden God Mountain."

"Just for visiting the Heavenly Realm, Green Vine Immortal actually was willing to give them such protective treasures. Should this be called a woman’s kindness, or having too many resources to squander?"

The Seven Swords Praying Mantis, with arms folded, did not hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Already far away, Ling Yao and Ling Shuo, due to the chaos of the battlefield, could not hear its voice at all.

Meanwhile, Miemeng Miao and Miemeng Qiang, the sister and brother pair, along with the previous clan leader of the Meng Family, Miemeng Xu, also chose to coldly observe, not caring in the slightest about the well-being of their guests.

"Look over there."

Miemeng Qiang suddenly pointed a finger towards a place ten miles away.

Following the direction of his finger, Miemeng Miao whose pupils previously hid a trace of horror, suddenly revealed a glint of murderous intent:

"There’s ’heresy’ mixed among the guests, truly audacious."

"We dare not intervene in the battle of the Gods, but to make use of the chaos to massacre our vassals, such audacity, who gave them the courage?"

Following the ominous direction indicated by the Miemeng siblings, the Pepper Sea, Sprite Tomb, Giant Kun Valley... all major powers swept their gazes over.

In the midst of the fleeing herd, one man was seen stepping on a Thunder Sword, moving against the current.

His legs were long and straight, his back ramrod, with a broad back and slightly raised shoulders, all exuding the charm of a human male.

The beauty Jiao couldn’t help but frown.

She couldn’t see his face, only his silhouette.

But as everyone watched in broad daylight, this man passed by Hai Xiong Shijiu Lang, with the Thunder Sword piercing through him. The Steward of the Hai Xiong Clan, a powerhouse nearly at the Saint King Level, clutched his abdomen as he fell, never to stand again.

The Contracted Spirit of the Saint Beast King was likewise slain. If one would argue that a human’s frail constitution justifies instant death upon a single blow, that could be understood.

But why did that aggressive Hai Bear suddenly collapse and not even manage to retaliate, after getting struck in the belly by the Thunder Sword?

"It’s impossible! With the vitality of the Hai Bear, how could it die upon just one hit?"

"Even if I were to strike, killing Hai Xiong Shijiu Lang would take hundreds of moves, pinpointing the flaw to seize the opportunity..."

The Seven Swords Praying Mantis’s compound eyes contracted three times, and he couldn’t help but drop his arms, his face showing shock.

The mysterious man’s action did not stop with the fall of Hai Xiong Shijiu Lang.

He moved gracefully among the herd, Hai Xiong Shiqi Lang, Hai Xiong Shiwu Lang... one after another fell dead.

When Hai Xiong Shiliu Lang, the young master of the Hai Xiong Clan, and Hai Xiong Si Lang, the head of the main family, were both executed by that Thunder Sword, everyone was stunned.

"Not... Hai Xiong Si Lang is dead too?"

"Although he is not a Sealing Emperor, without an SS Rank Authority."

"But he, binding two Holy Beast Kings, coupled with Abilities, could even fight momentarily with a Divine Trace Lineage possessing divinity, how could he be defeated so thoroughly?"

Miemeng Qiang was dumbfounded; as an outstanding member of the younger generation in his clan, he and his sister Miemeng Miao had only recently advanced to the 9th Rank.

He thought he could accurately judge the strength of beings; how come for this man, all reason did not apply?

"Ss, am I seeing things?"

"The Ma Po Sect’s wise Elder Ma Po’s Contracted Fond Spirits, ’Ugly Wife Confucian’, ’Ghost Painting Confucian’, ’Beautiful Demon Confucian’, three Holy Beast Kings, are they actually fighting over Elder Ma Po’s corpse? Was she killed by her own Contracted Spirits?"

Jing Rui rubbed his eyes, looking again towards the ruins.

Under his incomprehensible and unbelievable gaze, after the three Holy Beast Kings devoured their master’s corpse, their eyes emitting a strange purple light, they once again plunged into the herd, unleashing a massacre against the Ma Po Sect’s members.

"No! Why is Elder Ma Po killing me? What did I do wrong?"

"Please spare me...ah, my ear! Blood...so much blood!"

Members of the Ma Po Sect—all women appearing old and decrepit.

The organization was named after "Sect," but they were actually a clan. As they grew to their peak in inheriting Authority, all were at the S Rank of ’Ma Po.’

At the peak of chaos, with everyone desperately fleeing and allies slaughtering each other, how could such a scenario, never seen even in dreams, occur in the real world?

"They’ve been controlled..."

"A being has tampered with their spirits so that they no longer discern friend from foe, with only the desire to kill flooding their minds..."