No one present understood what Bai Mao Zai said.
Everyone’s gaze was still fixed on the final image on the wall.
The masked man's appearance was unidentifiable, but his physique was similar to what was described in the data.
No one present had ever witnessed his method of attack.
Fang Xin, watching the screen, also looked at the figure in the frozen image with confusion.
This is a King of Slaughter, my foot.
Fang Xin also glanced at the runes on his hand, which were present from beginning to end, unlike Fang Xin's, which only appeared when he activated his Slaughter Talent.
But the other onlookers were greatly shocked by the fake King of Slaughter in the image.
“Is this really the King of Slaughter?”
“Too terrifying!”
“Such a Talent is unheard of and unseen!”
“It's truly as the legends say, a single strike is fatal. I feel if I stood before the King of Slaughter, I’d be so scared I wouldn’t even dare to fart!”
“Coward! I would dare! Not only would I dare to fart, I’d even dare to poop my pants!”
Fang Xin’s attention was entirely on his own hand at this moment, secretly rotating his palm and aiming it in the direction where the itching sensation was strongest.
Because there were too many people, and the direction his palm was pointing was a sea of heads, Fang Xin could only quickly scan through them one by one.
“What are you looking at?” Hua Cheng turned his head and saw Fang Xin staring in one direction.
Fang Xin chuckled, “Nothing, Sixth Brother. Isn’t our mission to catch the King of Slaughter? There are so many people clustered together. The King of Slaughter isn’t an idiot; would he really walk into a trap?”
Hua Cheng raised his hand and pointed upwards at the sky.
Fang Xin looked up.
Hua Cheng explained, “According to intelligence, the King of Slaughter is in this area. A treasure has already been used to cover this place. Any Awakened can only enter but not leave. Then, the area will be shrunk circle by circle, and a carpet search will be conducted!”
Fang Xin remembered a long time ago, he had personally seen Bai Mao Zai use a treasure to activate a giant cover that covered an entire city.
While talking to Hua Cheng, Fang Xin’s gaze still occasionally drifted in the direction where the ‘zero’ character on his palm was sensing something.
After scanning everyone’s faces, Fang Xin’s gaze suddenly fixed on a figure.
It was a Baseball Cap Girl; her whole demeanor looked clean and sharp.
When Fang Xin looked over, the other party seemed to have noticed, and likewise turned to look back.
The moment their eyes met, Fang Xin clearly felt his perception reach a peak.
Fang Xin instantly confirmed that the other party was the existence he had sensed.
But the other party was clearly not the same person as the fake King of Slaughter.
So why did Fang Xin have such a strong perception of the other party?
Fang Xin suddenly thought of another possibility!
The other party was another Judicator!
He needed to observe first. Fang Xin pretended not to care and looked in other directions, but his peripheral vision kept an eye on the other party.
The Baseball Cap Girl looked at the back of Fang Xin’s head, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, mixed with a touch of wariness.
“Sixth Brother, do the people from the church know what the King of Slaughter looks like specifically?” Fang Xin suddenly asked, as if remembering something.
Hua Cheng nodded, “They don’t know what the King of Slaughter looks like specifically, but they have a general idea. After all, the King of Slaughter will descend again in every era of the end of magic! Who could know what he looks like!”
Fang Xin looked at Chu Tianhong and the others in the massage parlor.
Although the church people didn’t know what the King of Slaughter looked like, they most likely knew his methods of attack. If the church people knew the King of Slaughter’s methods, they would definitely be able to distinguish that the one with four tentacles on his back was a fake King of Slaughter.
Knowing it’s a fake and still putting on such a grand show, then why are they acting this out here?
A conjecture suddenly formed in Fang Xin’s mind.
This is a trap!
Bai Mao Zai had mentioned to Fang Xin before that the King of Calamity had made a move previously, and now the King of Slaughter here had caused quite a stir. This was both sides exchanging information and preparing to meet up.
If the King of Calamity saw the news from here, he might also gravitate towards this area.
Therefore, the church’s true target was not to capture the King of Slaughter, but rather to target the King of Calamity!
“Here! A Xin, take this thing!” Hua Cheng suddenly clapped Fang Xin on the back and handed him a stake about thirty centimeters thick and nearly a person’s height.
Fang Xin subconsciously reached out with both hands to take the item.
But the next second, Fang Xin realized that his hand with the character was open.
He quickly clenched his fist.
Fang Xin glanced at Hua Cheng, but it was still a step too late.
Hua Cheng had still seen Fang Xin’s palm.
Fang Xin tried his best to remain calm, holding the pillar, “Sixth Brother, what is this thing for?”
Hua Cheng explained, “You drive this thing into the ground to gather spiritual energy and reinforce the spiritual energy shield above. We’re about to start the operation. Come, you hold it, and I’ll drive it in!”
Fang Xin held the pillar, and Hua Cheng hammered the pillar with a large hammer, clang, clang.
Looking at Hua Cheng’s expression, Fang Xin was puzzled. Logically, Hua Cheng had just seen Fang Xin’s palm, and Hua Cheng wasn’t nearsighted, so he shouldn’t have missed the character on Fang Xin’s palm. With Hua Cheng’s personality, seeing the character on Fang Xin’s palm, he would absolutely say something.
When the pillar was driven in more than halfway, it was basically stable and fixed. Fang Xin slightly opened his hand with the character.
Hua Cheng glanced at it, “A Xin! Hold it steady! This thing cannot be done carelessly!”
Fang Xin was puzzled. Could it be that Hua Cheng couldn’t see the character on Fang Xin’s palm?
To confirm this guess, after the pillar was driven in, Fang Xin said to Hua Cheng, “Do you have any paper, Sixth Brother? I want to wipe my hands!”
Hua Cheng handed over a wet wipe. Fang Xin opened his hand with the character to take it, but Hua Cheng paid no attention.
Fang Xin shook his hand. Hua Cheng still had no other reaction. To ensure nothing was missed, Fang Xin directly spread open his palm.
“Sixth Brother, do you think my palm reading is awesome?”
Hua Cheng pinched Fang Xin’s hand and looked at his palm, grinning, “Palm reading awesome? Young man, I’ve only heard of people showing off with their hands, but you’re the first one to say your palm reading is awesome!”
It seems he really couldn’t see it.
Fang Xin secretly let out a breath, a false alarm.
The people in the massage parlor were discussing their next move.
Hua Cheng was called inside.
Fang Xin’s gaze refocused on the Baseball Cap Girl he had seen earlier.
At this moment, the crowd of onlookers was still a noisy mess.
But it wasn’t as crowded as at first. Many people were in groups of three or five, chatting and gossiping. Unbeknownst to them, their conversation somehow led to an argument about whether the King of Slaughter or the Ninth Division’s Jie Liu Zi was stronger.
Seeing Fang Xin pass by, a grey-haired youth stopped Fang Xin and pointed at a flat-headed man, saying, “Team Leader Fang! This scoundrel says the King of Slaughter can pin your Ninth Division’s Mr. Zhuge to the ground and rub him! Do you think this scoundrel is bragging?”
“He’s definitely bragging!”
The grey-haired youth immediately said, “Exactly! What is the King of Slaughter! Right, Team Leader Fang?”
“Hey? Speak of the chicken, not the rooster; civility for you, me, and him!”
The flat-headed man immediately sneered, “That’s enough. He’s from the Ninth Division, of course he’ll speak for his own people. That Jie Liu Zi from the Ninth Division is powerful, but in front of the King of Slaughter, he’s still a small fry!”
Fang Xin heard this and said, “You guys are a bit too easily swayed by rumors, just scaring yourselves. Maybe the King of Slaughter’s combat power is just so-so!”
The flat-headed man sneered, twisting his mouth, and said to Fang Xin sarcastically, “What’s wrong? Have you seen the King of Slaughter? You people really make me laugh, you’ve overly mythologized that Jie Liu Zi.
That white-haired Jie Liu Zi is very strong, we don’t deny it, but what is the King of Slaughter? He is an existence that can push through the entire world by himself. You say the King of Slaughter is just so-so. Bro, if the King of Slaughter really stood in front of you, you’d probably be so scared you’d pull out your rectum and kneel before him!”
Fang Xin chatted playfully, “Even if the King of Slaughter really stood in front of me, if I had to kneel to him, he’d have to kneel to me too!”
Humph humph!
A sneer came from beside him.
The Baseball Cap Girl also briefly glanced at Fang Xin.
She laughed at Fang Xin’s words.
Laughter also erupted from the crowd. The flat-headed man snickered coldly, “You’re really showing off, you even made the pretty lady laugh!”
Fang Xin looked towards the Baseball Cap Girl.
Seeing this, the Baseball Cap Girl raised her hand and pressed down on her cap brim.
Just as she pressed her cap brim.
Fang Xin clearly saw her palm.
There were two numbers.