“Hoo!”
Qu Huaiwei shot up from the bed.
Like someone surfacing from drowning, she gasped for air.
Cold sweat poured from her forehead, temples, and back, instantly soaking her silk pajamas, which clung tightly to her skin.
The experience just now… was too terrifying.
The despair of being chased by a nightmare, the sensation of death as that spear pierced her…
And Xuan Hao’s crushing presence, like a Heavenly God descending, everything felt so real it was suffocating.
“Is this what the struggle between top factions is like?”
Qu Huaiwei murmured to herself, her voice slightly hoarse.
She finally understood why, despite the government’s immense efforts, those secret cultss could never be completely eradicated.
The power hidden behind them far exceeded the imagination of ordinary Martial Artists!
Suddenly, Qu Huaiwei’s body stiffened.
She turned her head, looking towards the living room of the suite.
In the darkness, on the single-seater sofa, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.
It sat there quietly.
As if it had merged with the shadows.
It had no Qi, no movement, like a lifeless shadow.
“Who’s there!”
Qu Huaiwei’s heart leaped into her throat, and she quickly reached out to flick the switch of the bedside lamp.
“Click.”
The warm yellow light dispelled the darkness, illuminating the figure on the living room sofa.
Dark-colored long robe, ink-black long hair.
“Lord Xuan Hao!”
Qu Huaiwei’s tense nerves relaxed.
“Thank you…”
Her voice was hoarse, filled with genuine gratitude.
“It’s nothing,” Xuan Hao said calmly. “The True Lord is pleased to see your actions. Continue.”
His figure flickered, and he was already outside the window.
Qu Huaiwei leaned back in the chair, the night breeze rustling her sweat-soaked pajamas, bringing a hint of coolness.
She took a deep breath, her gaze gradually firming.
She knew very well that there was no turning back.
After washing away the sweat, Qu Huaiwei calmed her mind and entered the spiritual Domain.
At the apartment building gathering point, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
The moment Qu Huaiwei appeared, everyone’s gaze focused on her.
Figures wearing masks sat sparsely, and compared to the last gathering, the number of people was significantly smaller this time.
“The opponent… is too strong.”
The person wearing a fox mask was the first to break the silence.
“Yes, we followed the insider brother’s intelligence and launched a sneak attack, but we still lost more than a dozen brothers.”
“Those guys are not human at all.”
“Their movements are as fast as ghosts, and their strength is terrifying!”
“Most of us have just become Martial Artists; in front of them, we’re like children. How can we fight?”
Everyone looked at each other, all very dejected.
“Not only did we fail to get that ancient relic, but we also exposed information. Now the other side must be searching the world for us. We… we’re finished.”
Pessimistic emotions quickly spread through the crowd.
Qiao Ling'er leaned against a load-bearing pillar, wearing a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, specially prepared for this occasion.
She looked at the disheartened crowd and spoke softly:
“Now you know fear?”
“The opponent is a secret cults that has survived many years under continuous official crackdown, with deep foundations and mysterious methods.”
“And you? A disorganized mob, assembled temporarily, formed only half a month ago, what makes you think you can snatch food from a tiger’s mouth?”
These words were like a bucket of cold water, making everyone even more disheartened.
“There’s still a chance.”
A calm yet weary voice sounded.
Qiao Ling'er looked over.
Qu Huaiwei’s expression was calm. She knew that Qiao Ling'er must have noticed something from her recent performance.
But that no longer mattered.
Once she made her choice, she had completely cut off all retreats.
“What chance?”
Everyone asked in unison.
Qu Huaiwei walked to the center of the room, her gaze sweeping over the faces hidden behind masks, filled with frustration and fear.
“I’ve studied many secret cultss. Most of them claim to worship a certain deity, but in reality…”
She paused, her voice rising a few octaves:
“The core members of most orders, throughout their entire lives, may not truly come into contact with the God they worship, let alone receive Its response and guidance!”
“On one hand, it’s because they use the name of a God to deceive people.”
“On the other hand, it’s because the existence of true Gods themselves is full of unpredictable danger and madness. Direct contact often means… destruction!”
“But!”
Qu Huaiwei pointed towards the rolling gray mist outside the window.
Looking at the massive shadow eternally present in the depths of the dense fog, she said, “What is the greatest advantage of our Corpse Immortal Path?”
“We are within the True Lord’s great power!”
Her voice trembled slightly, “We are under Its gaze, breathing the Qi of Its power, Cultivating here, gathering here, and even praying to It here!”
“This is something other orders cannot achieve, and it is our unique advantage!”
Qu Huaiwei’s gaze swept over everyone, carrying a powerful Infectious:
“Just now, we were pursued by a strange power, and the True Lord’s envoy descended.”
“Yes, the Envoy Lord came!”
“I saw it, the Envoy Lord instantly killed that monster with one move.”
“Too strong, that monster had no power to fight back at all!”
The few surviving members immediately echoed excitedly.
Qu Huaiwei struck while the iron was hot, reverently saying:
“This is the True Lord’s power. Even just one of Its envoys can easily crush those so-called powerful dependents!”
“As long as we are devout enough, as long as we prove our worth, the True Lord will never be stingy with Its grace.”
Her words ignited the almost extinguished enthusiasm of the crowd.
As soon as she finished speaking, a grayish-white mist suddenly spread into the room, and a sense of oppressive power quietly permeated.
Amidst astonished gazes, the mist rapidly condensed in the room.
Dark-colored long robe, ink-black long hair.
“Envoy Lord!”
“Greetings, Envoy Lord!”
After a brief moment of astonishment, everyone uniformly bowed in salute.
Xuan Hao’s gaze swept over the crowd, finally resting on Qu Huaiwei, who was at the forefront, his voice reaching everyone’s ears:
“The True Lord has sent down a divine oracle.”
He paused slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the masks.
“This operation…”
“I will personally act.”
As his voice fell, everyone’s faces showed astonishment.
“That’s great! With the Envoy Lord acting, that item will surely be ours.”
The heavy atmosphere was swept away, replaced by almost fanatical confidence and anticipation.
The Envoy Lord was personally acting.
What a shocking sight that would be?