Chapter 1029: Funeral, King of Silver

"Twilight Society..."

Wind and clouds surged, and dawn broke.

The numerous Fire Kindlers within the Boundless Domain watched the group slowly walk into the street, their eyes filled with surprise and bewilderment. In common understanding, the Twilight Society was a very mysterious organization. They seemed to be everywhere, yet apart from a few individuals, most of their members rarely appeared in public.

This was also why some people could commit misdeeds in the name of the Twilight Society without being immediately exposed; after all, perhaps even the society members themselves didn't know the full extent of its roster.

But this time, the Twilight Society had deployed all its members?!

For the first time in history, the Twilight Society appeared before the world, under the sunlight, with such a grand display. Only then did everyone realize that these seemingly inconspicuous figures possessed the power to overturn an entire domain.

"'A Heart Six actually drew out the entire Twilight Society?' Lan Yu said incredulously. 'Who exactly is he?! This is trouble...'"

Both the Fire Kindlers and the Twilight Society were regarded as extremely dangerous terrorists by the human domain. Although the Fire Kindlers were numerous, all their members followed the path of the God-Thieves. This gave them immense operational capability in the shadows and allowed them to accomplish incredible feats.

The Twilight Society was different. All its members were elites and prodigies who excelled in their respective fields. In terms of direct combat power, how could a group of thieves compare to a group of lunatics and psychopaths?

The Fire Kindlers were somewhat flustered, but only to that extent... because they knew this was their home turf.

The King of Silver, Lord Wuji, four Adjudicator Delegates... They had been rooted in this domain for too long. How could a group of foreign lunatics simply overthrow them?

Huang He and Lan Yu composed themselves. The next moment, they saw a familiar figure slowly emerge from among the Twilight Society members.

It was a man covered in dust, his clothes disheveled. He wore a tattered white baseball cap that obscured half his face, and two silver snake-shaped earrings swayed gently in the sunlight.

He walked at the forefront, leading the Twilight Society members, passing through the bewildered crowd, and stopping before the chaotic ruins.

"'Bai Ye, you dare to come back!?' Lan Yu immediately raged. 'The King will not forgive you!'"

"'Forgiveness?'" Bai Ye smiled faintly, lifting the brim of his baseball cap. "'I don't need the King of Silver's forgiveness... We are here for only one purpose...'"

The Diamond Ten, standing beside him, stomped his foot on the ground.

The next moment, coffin lids rapidly rose, piecing together into a massive, long black coffin before everyone. The coffin stood upright on the ground, facing the church, as dark as an abyss.

The Twilight Society members stood under the radiant light, their robes gently fluttering in the wind. Bai Ye walked over to the coffin, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He spoke softly: "'Today... we bury the King of Silver!'"

To bury a domain, to inter a Nine Lord.

Until now, all of the Twilight Society's burial targets had been domains whose lifespans had reached their end... like Lord Ruoshui, Lord Aurora, Demigod Yao Qing... The Twilight Society never interfered with the development of a domain, much less its destruction.

But this time, they were actively going to bury the King of Silver.

Is the King of Silver still alive? Then they would kill him, and then bury him.

"'You think you can bury the King with just yourselves?' Huang He sneered. 'Your strength is uneven. The King won't even need to act personally; a few Adjudicator Delegates can take care of all of you...'"

"'Oh really?'" The Queen of Spades, in the crowd, spoke unhurriedly. "'Then you'd better pray... they have time to deal with you.'"

Outside the church gates, a figure shrouded in a shadow cloak slowly turned as if sensing something, the silver cloud embroidery on his sleeve silently fluttering.

If the Young Sect Master were here, he would instantly recognize him: his elder brother, the former Sect Master of the Esoteric Sect, the hope of humanity's younger generation, and one of the Adjudicator Delegates, Tian Huai.

Yet at this moment, this super-expert, renowned across the five great domains, involuntarily furrowed his brow, as if sensing approaching danger, and looked towards the end of the long street.

From the direction where the morning sun rose, a graceful figure holding a zhanmadao was silently approaching. It was the King of Clubs, Luan Mei.

Luan Mei wore a black qipao, like a black plum blossoming in winter — austere and sharp. The blade of her zhanmadao pointed diagonally to the ground, and a silent murderous aura etched a deep cut into the ground from afar.

"'A controlled puppet, then...' Luan Mei's voice was as cold as if from the underworld. 'Normally, I'd be interested in playing with you... but unfortunately, today, those from my sect are all in a very bad mood... If you don't want to die, you'd better not leave this street.'"

She raised her hand and lightly brushed her cool face; black flames silently swept across, and a 'Dan' role opera mask replaced her original appearance, exposed to the air!

In that instant, surging killing intent enveloped Tian Huai in his black robes. His body was firmly immobilized, as if plunged into an ice cellar!

Tap-tap—

The gentle sound of chopsticks tapping on a tabletop echoed through the deserted alley.

A rugged figure dressed as a farmer was already seated on a chair at an outdoor breakfast stall. He placed his straw hat on the back of the chair, lazily yawned, and lightly tapped two chopsticks on the table in his hand.

Even with occasional booming explosions in the distance, he showed no reaction, simply chewing on the flatbread in his hand with a serene indifference, as if eating was more important than the sky falling.

As he ate half of his flatbread, another figure slowly emerged from the alley. He glanced at the farmer engrossed in his meal and unhurriedly sat down opposite him.

"'Boss, a steamer of buns please,' the man calmly called out to the breakfast shop."

But at that moment, the breakfast shop was deserted... The turmoil in the Boundless Domain had utterly panicked the residents, leaving the breakfast shop empty. Even the flatbread in the farmer's hand was something he had brought himself.

The farmer took a hearty bite of his flatbread and grinned at the man before him. "'The boss isn't here, so you'll just have to stay hungry.'"

"'Oh? Is that so?'" As the man's words fell, the farmer's expression suddenly froze. For he saw that, at some unknown moment, a steaming basket of buns had appeared out of thin air before the man, occupying most of the table, like a prop conjured from a storybook, making one's mouth water!

Puffs of hot steam rose from the basket. The farmer only felt his vision blur, and the man transformed into a colorful opera mask, dreamlike and illusory amidst the steam, making anyone who saw it gasp in awe.

Wenren You casually drew two chopsticks from the table's edge. The next moment, they transformed into two gleaming cleavers, crossing as they plunged into the earth.

The cold light reflected on the farmer's face. The colorful opera mask slowly picked up a bun and took a bite: "'Eat well, eat slowly... You may only leave after you finish eating today.'"