Chapter 338: Chapter 323
"Senior Lei Fan, I’ll leave these people to you."
As soon as Wang Xu spoke, Lei Fan’s figure appeared directly in the private room. He looked at the four corpses, licked his lips, and immediately opened his mouth wide, swallowing the four people in front of him in one gulp.
"Gurgle, gurgle..." Lei Fan was enjoying himself as if savoring a delicacy, completely unaware that the horrifying chewing sounds had already frightened the frozen An Le and An Gu to the core.
"I’m asking you, is there a way to enter the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion?" Wang Xu unraveled a piece of the void, and while An Le and An Gu’s bodies remained frozen, only their heads could move.
"How could there be a way? If there were, the Dark Holy Banquet would have invaded the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion long ago!" An Le no longer dared to act arrogantly and spoke cautiously. He could see very clearly now that Wang Xu’s strength was far beyond his own. A single finger was enough to crush him. For the sake of his life, he couldn’t take any more risks.
"Are there members of the Dark Holy Banquet inside the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion?" Wang Xu’s eyes flashed.
An Le’s gaze flickered, his words hesitant, somewhat doubtful.
"Ah!" In the instant he hesitated, a line of blood oozed from his neck, and An Le’s head completely detached from his body, floating into the air!
"I’ll tell you everything, I’ll tell you everything! Please spare me!" An Le was terrified. Wang Xu was truly ruthless, showing no leniency. In this private room, even if they were killed, no one would know.
"This is your last chance. My patience is limited," Wang Xu said coldly.
"Yes, there are people from the Dark Holy Banquet inside the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion, and they hold significant positions with considerable numbers. If not for this, the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion would not have chosen to seal itself off." An Le dared not hide anything and quickly said, "But there really is no way to enter the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion. Even if there were, I wouldn’t know. Please, let me go. I’ve told you everything, please let me go!"
Wang Xu finally understood that an internal traitor had appeared in the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion, and it was closed off to purge them. Indeed, waging war while having traitors inside was akin to self-destruction.
"Tell me, how many Dark Holy Banquet people are in the Desolate Fire Main City, their respective strengths, and also about the Dark Affiliated Countries. Do I need to say more about the consequences if a single word is false?" Wang Xu’s gaze fixed on An Le, sharp as a blade.
Then, An Le detailed all the information he knew, and for the more obscure parts, An Gu filled in the gaps.
"...That’s all. I’ve told everything. Can you let me go now?" An Le said desperately.
"You want to leave? Fine, I’ll personally send you on your way!"
Wang Xu’s expression shifted, his killing intent leaking out, and his hand slowly clenched, compressing the void.
Crackling...
An Le and An Gu’s bodies seemed to be crushed by a truck, blood splattered, and their muscles and bones were completely shattered.
"Wang Xu! How dare you kill me? My master will avenge me. Just wait for your death! Go to hell!" An Le’s spiritual consciousness was shouting.
"Noisy." Wang Xu gently waved his hand, and An Le’s flesh and blood, in agonizing fragmentation, turned into an unrecognizable mass of meat paste.
"Senior Lei Fan, you may use it as a spread for the bread." Wang Xu laughed.
"Young Wang, that’s a good idea. The direct disciple of the Fifty-Ninth King should taste quite sweet." Lei Fan licked his lips, took a large piece of bread, spread An Le and An Gu’s flesh and blood all over it, and took a big bite, finding it extremely tasty.
"Wang Xu... my master will kill you, he will kill you! Ah—" An Le was still roaring, his body restrained, unable to heal, watching himself bit by bit swallowed with bread by Lei Fan.
In the end, amid the desperate howls of An Le and An Gu, Lei Fan finished the entire piece of bread with great relish.
Direct disciple, a Law Enforcer of the Desolate Fire Main City, perishing like this was utterly tragic!
Meanwhile, a towering figure within a forbidden area in the Desolate Fire Cosmic Country paused, his dark golden pupils tinged with red light looking toward the Desolate Fire Main City.
If An Le were here, he would immediately recognize that this person was his master, one of the Seventy-Two Kings of the Dark Holy Banquet, the Fifty-Ninth King.
"An Le is dead?" The Fifty-Ninth King muttered, a sliver of anger flashing through his unusual pupils, "Useless!"
An Le was one of his many direct disciples who didn’t stand out much. To temper him, he intentionally didn’t give him the Life Jade to summon himself, aiming to let him independently grow stronger.
However, the death of a direct disciple in the Desolate Fire Main City controlled by the Dark Holy Banquet, if this news spread, it would be extremely detrimental to his reputation. Regardless, he was his direct disciple.
Especially when known to those kings who always opposed him, they’d surely mock him in their next meeting.
"Dare to kill my Nine Gold’s disciple, once I obtain the treasure, I’ll repay you a hundredfold!" The Fifty-Ninth King said sinisterly and then, without turning back, continued his way deeper into the forbidden area. The treasure within was more alluring than the life of a disciple.
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"If An Le wasn’t lying, there are currently three kings guarding the Desolate Fire Main City. They’re actively searching for Heaven-Reaching Pavilion disciples and looking for a way into the pavilion... Based on this inference, there must be a concealed entrance in the Desolate Fire Cosmic Country, or else the three kings wouldn’t be searching so diligently."
In the private room, Wang Xu analyzed.
"I’m more interested in the point added by the other robed figure," Lu Chen said. "He mentioned ’with the three kings here, not even the Desolate Fire Sovereign can escape’, obviously indicating that the Desolate Fire Sovereign isn’t dead. Perhaps we could try finding him; he might know of a concealed entrance."
Wang Xu nodded. The Desolate Fire Cosmic Country was the location of the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion’s Gate of Space-Time. The Heaven-Reaching Saint Venerable had also risen from here, so there’s a significant chance the Desolate Fire Sovereign knows another entrance to the pavilion.
"Alright, let’s set our target on the Desolate Fire Sovereign. First, find the Desolate Fire Sovereign," Wang Xu said.
The three left, dividing the tasks, heading to different places to gather information about the Desolate Fire Sovereign. Lei Fan, feeling utterly bored and eager to return to the Nine Extremes Cosmic Country, could only agree.
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In a dilapidated wild temple, with crumbling walls, broken beams, and shattered statues, the temple had long lost its former appearance.
This place was near the mountains, a remote region overgrown with wild grass, with only a few scattered mortal villages within thousands of miles, barely noticeable.
A plainly dressed, ordinary woman with no cultivation hurriedly came from afar, occasionally glancing back to ensure there was no one around before entering the ruined temple.
"Father." Pushing open the backdoor of the ruined temple, it was as if entering another world. The ancient room exuded a medicinal fragrance, and several bloodstained, silver-armored Celestial Gods laid down their war soldiers upon seeing the newcomer.
The ordinary woman approached the bed, looking at an old man who was dying. The elder’s face was full of wrinkles, with white hair, his life essence incredibly weak, like a flickering candle flame that could extinguish at any moment.
Yet, no one would imagine that this almost dead, pale old man was, not long ago, the illustrious figure before whom all nations bowed — the Desolate Fire Sovereign! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian () to vote your recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read at .)