Chapter 825: Goodbye, Rest Easy Brother

Chapter 825: See You Again, Brother Fangxin

A few minutes later.

Kongwang slowly withdrew his palm from the referee's heart, crimson blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground. He ignored the referee's angry and horrified gaze, and with a flick of his finger, a chain pulled out the six-tiered soul. With the current layering of souls, Kongwang's strength had reached the sixth tier, and combined with the unpredictable powers of the Ghost Path, a sixth-tier referee was no match for him in a one-on-one fight. Though he had fought hard, he ultimately killed his opponent, and after consecutively seizing the souls of two sixth-tier beings, Kongwang's soul army was replenished, with all previous losses fully recovered.

"Now, all threatening presences have essentially been dealt with." Kongwang stepped over the referee's corpse, his gaze fixed on the urban area shrouded in the netherworld. With a wave of his hand, the souls he had seized silently floated beside him. These souls themselves did not possess tiers or spiritual power; they only retained their soul strength. Among them, two had been sixth-tier in life, appearing the most solidified, followed by those who were fifth-tier, and then fourth- and third-tier. However, among these souls, one stood out.

"What's wrong with that soul from the Theatrical God Path?" Kongwang watched the soul, so transparent it was almost invisible, his brow furrowing. "It's so weak... weaker than an ordinary person, even the God Path can't sense it." Surrounded by many souls, the weak soul appeared particularly fragile, as if a gust of wind could scatter it, making it vanish completely.

Kongwang remained silent for a long time before murmuring: "The Theatrical God Path is indeed rare in this era... Keeping it could be beneficial for future plans."

Having made his decision, Kongwang raised his hand to activate the Ghost God Path. The soul of one of the sixth-tier referees visibly weakened and faded, while a stream of soul power, flowing through the chains, continuously poured into the weak soul! This wasn't enough. Kongwang's gaze swept over, and the other two Strength God Path souls, which overlapped with the 'Sweeping the Ground' technique, also began actively supplying nourishment to the weak soul. Under the sustenance of these three sources, the previously fragile soul began to repair and grow at an astonishing rate! The ethereal body became clearer, and Chen Ling's face gradually appeared before Kongwang. However, unlike Chen Ling, the 'Chen Ling soul' before him wore a worn-out gray padded jacket, and at the collarbone, there was a mysterious ghost face tattoo. As the soul became more substantial, the ghost face tattoo became increasingly lifelike, with a wisp of aura extending into the void, leading to an unknown destination.

"Hmm?" Kongwang noticed the anomaly and looked up above the soul. "He's clearly a Theatrical God Path user... how did he suddenly become a Shaman God Path user??" Kongwang was baffled. As the guardian of the netherworld, the embodiment of 'Yin' in the world, he had never witnessed such a bizarre sight, even across a thousand years. After a moment of hesitation, Kongwang paused using other souls to nourish this mysterious soul. But perhaps it was Kongwang's imagination; after he stopped, there seemed to be a devouring force emanating from the gray-jacketed soul, as if it intended to actively absorb other souls through the chains to nourish itself. Yet, as the eyelashes of the gray-jacketed soul gently fluttered, the sucking force retracted and vanished. The suction appeared for only an instant, as if it had never happened. Kongwang frowned, observing the closed-eyed soul, seeming to sense its peculiarity. But before he could thoroughly examine this soul, a wisp of aura from afar locked onto his form!

"The owner of the Lingering Nation, is it..." Kongwang turned towards the direction from which the aura originated. After a cold snort, he temporarily put away the souls, intending to study them more closely after this event concluded. His figure flickered, and he flew towards the very center of the old district! He didn't notice that among the dazed, chaotic souls, a figure draped in a gray padded jacket silently lifted its eyelids...

A pair of mysterious purple eyes were revealed!

"This is..." A burning sensation came from his collarbone. Chen Ling looked down, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning! It's him?? His soul was taken?! Chen Ling had almost forgotten that he still had the soul of Chen Ling from District Three within him. However, after helping him reclaim the theater, that soul had fallen into a severely wounded state and had been gone for a long time. Kongwang's chains hadn't bound him, nor had they bound Chao, but unexpectedly, they had bound the weakest Chen Ling from District Three. No wonder he hadn't died just now!

Chen Ling had never expected things to develop in this direction!

"Oh no, I need to save him quickly!" Chen Ling murmured to himself. Leaving aside the complicated relationship between Chen Ling from District Three, Chen Yan, and him, Chen Ling from District Three had saved his life; without his full assistance, he would most likely have become a spectator. Furthermore, Chen Ling from District Three's Shaman God Path was connected to the 'Sacred Offering Ground' within Ji Zai's body. No one knew what would happen if Kongwang seized his soul. Chen Ling, moving with Cloud Steps, quickly vanished at the end of the street.

Boom—!! As a blood-red sword pierced through a building, hard stone slabs exploded, and a mutilated body, impaled, crashed to the ground! The blood-red sword had already pierced through the person's chest; with their heart torn, they had long since lost their breath. Their hollow eyes still held remnants of their original horror, staring blankly ahead.

From within the swirling dust, a figure in black clothes with a wolf tail calmly walked out. He raised a hand, and the blood-red longsword flew back into his grasp. Simultaneously, his aura surged again, and an ancient killing intent wildly spread around him! Fivefold Augmentation! Under the Infinite Purgatory, Jian Changsheng had already killed five people in a row, gradually rediscovering his initial sensation. Surging power coursed through his body. He looked down at the privilege in his palm and silently clenched it. This time... it would surely work!

Just as Jian Changsheng continued to search for his next target, a ghostly figure, accompanied by a dense army of souls, swiftly drifted across the distant sky.

"Hmm?" Jian Changsheng's sharp gaze turned towards it. Under Fivefold Augmentation, Jian Changsheng's perception and insight were terrifyingly enhanced. He instantly saw Kongwang's appearance, and combined with the soul army around him, he roughly guessed the other's identity. Jian Changsheng didn't intend to create any side issues. Just as he was about to shift his gaze, a soul bound by chains, wearing a gray padded jacket, appeared in his field of vision.

Clang— The blood-red longsword in Jian Changsheng's hand clattered to the ground. He stared in disbelief at the familiar face, his expression like he'd seen a ghost. After several seconds of stunned silence, he finally came back to his senses!

"No way... Buddy??!!!"

"Brother Fangxin!!!!"

"Huh???"