Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 121: Chapter 120 Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (20)_1
 

“So, bookstore owner, are you interested in joining me for some demon-hunting?”

Inside the sealed area, Yuan Shan wore a smile as she stared at Fu Qian.

“Can I say I’m not interested?”

“No, you can’t.”

Fu Qian hadn’t even finished asking when Yuan Shan directly responded.

“You must come with me.”

“You think I would let you out of my sight while I’m away from the base?”

I knew it.

Fu Qian sighed.

The previous conversation had only served to lower Yuan Shan’s guard a bit.

It was essentially going from “my old lady wants to slap you to death” to “I’ll spare your life to see how things go.”

After all, I am someone with a history of barging into the Night Watchmen Base. At such a sensitive time, how could Yuan Shan possibly let me out of her control!

If the base lacked a Demigod to oversee it, and I really had malicious intentions, it could still likely cause chaos.

Don’t be fooled by Yuan Shan’s seemingly approachable demeanor; she’s the Night Watchman in charge in Shangjing, wielding the power of life and death over the Supernatural World.

Yuan Shan would never take such a risk, and that was non-negotiable.

However, the upside was that I had intended to go anyway; my question was merely a formality.

After all, my current reputation is that of a lofty hermit, and being too eager would raise suspicions.

“Let’s set off then. Actually, I’m quite curious myself.”

“That’s more like it.”

After reinforcing the seals again, Yuan Shan had an old man watch over them and, after briefly instructing him, she gestured for Fu Qian to leave.

This time they didn’t take the route they came by, but a narrow stone corridor instead.

They moved upward, and when they emerged on the ground, Fu Qian found himself in a spacious hall, surrounded by black stone structures.

The black Spire in the middle of the base!

Fu Qian’s mind raced as he guessed their current location.

Indeed, there were many passages below, far more than just one.

Last time, Yuan Shan had likely taken a shortcut to intercept me.

“Keep an eye on him, but don’t rush into action. Wait for me to get there before you do anything.”

Did I forget something?

Hearing Yuan Shan giving commands on the other end, Fu Qian frowned slightly, remembering something.

Wen Li was still waiting outside Yuan Shan’s office!

Forget it. It’s better to let her stay there.

At this moment in Shangjing, there was no safer place than there.

…

The location provided by Poker Face was quite remote.

They zipped along, and just as they were about to reach their destination,

Yuan Shan, who had been all smiles, suddenly changed her expression.

Is there a situation?

Fu Qian frowned, then quickly heard the sound of combat from afar.

Yuan Shan rushed forward immediately, and Fu Qian, following behind, saw that a fight had already broken out up ahead.

In addition to Poker Face, Fu Qian saw another familiar figure—the Old Master Chen Xing who had taken action at the banquet.

A crowd was spectating, and the two of them were teaming up to grapple with Henrik.

Chen Xing had not used his ability to slow others’ movements, perhaps out of concern for hitting allies.

Henrik, covered in scars, was still as quick as lightning with extremely fierce attacks, managing to keep the two Fourth Phasers subdued.

Apart from Poker Face and the team led by Chen Mingda, many others had gathered, likely brought by Chen Xing.

The vitality of a Demigod is truly formidable!

Fu Qian watched from the side, impressed.

After sustaining such serious injuries earlier, he still retained such power.

“Step back!”

Facing the tangled battle between the three, Yuan Shan stepped forward two steps, expressionlessly raising her hand.

In the next moment, a black giant net appeared out of nowhere, engulfing Henrik from all directions.

Could it really be activated so quickly?

Fu Qian admired with astonishment.

From their last encounter, he knew all too well how difficult Yuan Shan’s move was to handle.

Witnessing this scene, the onlooking crowd first froze in unison, then burst into cheers.

The arrival of Yuan Shan undoubtedly injected a strong dose of encouragement into everyone, significantly lightening the mood.

And upon hearing Yuan Shan’s voice, Poker Face and Chen Xing retreated immediately.

The black net ensnared Henrik at the center of the battle, then swiftly constricted.

Ahhh!

Unexpectedly, amidst the piercing screams,

the intangible, shadow-like net was forcibly torn open by Henrik, creating a huge hole.

However, before he could escape the confines, another giant net enveloped him.

Yuan Shan, expressionless, didn’t give Henrik another chance to tear through.

One after another, the black nets rapidly bound him, wrapping him up into a thick cocoon.

Finally, he fell to the ground, leaving only his head exposed.

“What’s going on? Didn’t I tell you not to act yet?”

Yuan Shan didn’t rush forward to check but instead glanced at Poker Face, who had already pulled back.

“We were indeed following at a distance.”

The latter’s face turned awkward.

“Unexpectedly, he turned back and started attacking us, so we had no choice but to act early.”

Is that so?

Yuan Shan said nothing more and simply nodded before turning to Chen Xing beside her.

“Patriarch Chen, you have worked hard.”

“He has slain many Chen Clan youngsters; I am duty-bound.”

Chen Xing’s tiger-like eyes glimmered with killing intent as he coldly watched the still struggling Henrik.

“For this, I express my deep apologies.”

Yuan Shan said nothing more and walked directly towards the bound Henrik.

Seeing his twisted, deformed body and the dense, terrifying scars on it,

Yuan Shan, who always seemed to bear a graceful smile, flashed a touch of pain in her eyes.

The struggling of the latter had already ceased, as he looked blankly at Yuan Shan, his body trembling uncontrollably.

“Henrik…”

Yuan Shan softly called out, attempting to communicate with him.

Before she could continue, Henrik suddenly clutched his head and let out a tragic howl, then began to struggle wildly again.

“Be careful!”

Poker Face was the first to rush forward, preventing any abnormalities from occurring with Henrik.

In the midst of relentless struggling, Henrik’s body began to change drastically.

His body elongated and deformed again, almost losing any resemblance to a human, as numerous sharp bone spikes emerged from within him.

Amidst a desperate burst of strength, the demigod level constraints were shattered, revealing the peeling flesh beneath.

Gaining his freedom, Henrik lunged backward with a body on the brink of collapse, and screams erupted all around.

The next moment, the entire area slowed down tremendously, as if sinking into sticky syrup.

Chen Xing, who had been attentively watching him, stood in his way.

The sudden activation of the ability unavoidably affected the devil-like Henrik, slowing him down for an instant.

Though it was brief, it was enough.

Chen Xing lunged forward with a strange movement, striking Henrik’s skull forcefully.

A crisp cracking sound echoed, and Henrik, already at his limit, finally crashed to the ground.

With sounds of joints bursting like bamboo all over his body, his form could no longer hold together and began to disintegrate piece by piece.