Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"Who are you anyway?"

Iris stared at Zhou Xian with her scarlet eyes. Born in the Black Rose, she had already engraved the names of the strongest men in various places on the Rune Continent into her bones. But at this moment, she smelled an unprecedented sense of danger from the human in front of her - the oppressive feeling that even the space was distorted when the sword was swung, which was definitely not something that any strong man she knew could possess.

"It doesn't matter who I am. Go back and tell Leblanc that I will be visiting her soon. I hope she can be prepared."

Zhou Xian casually shook the blood beads on the blade, the hum of metal mixed with his nonchalant tone: "It doesn't matter who I am. Go back and tell Leblanc that I will visit her in a while, and advise her to make preparations early."

Before he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the people who had been rescued, without even glancing at Iris behind him.

Even though the Spider Queen, who was crowned as the most beautiful woman in Noxus, was pointing her poisonous spikes at his back, she was nothing more than an insignificant ant in Zhou Xian's eyes.

What he really coveted was the Black Rose's thousand-year heritage hidden in the shadows - those forbidden books that had been covered in dust over the years, and those ancient treasures buried deep underground.

Iris's spider legs slammed into the ground, and her heart trembled violently. The moment the name Leblanc came out of the stranger's mouth, the chill spread wildly along her nerve endings.

The existence of the Black Rose is the darkest secret of Noxus. The selection of members is highly encrypted, and even few people in the upper echelons of the empire know its full picture, let alone the true identity of the organization's leader, Leblanc.

The person in front of them not only revealed the taboo in one sentence, but also had an undisguised threat in his tone, as if he already knew everything about them.

Could it be that the organization has already been infiltrated? Or does this mysterious person hold a trump card that can overturn everything?

Elise's mind was spinning wildly, and she didn't even notice the "sacrifices" that were supposed to be sacrificed stumbling into the shadows. The spider's legs unconsciously rubbed the ground, leaving messy scratches on the stone slabs, mixed with the lingering smell of blood in the air, weaving a web of doubt that suffocated her.

Just as Iris was immersed in the abyss of self-conjecture, a chilling roar came from the depths of the canyon. The scarlet compound eyes of the Vile Throat suddenly lit up, and its huge body trembled violently, making a deafening roar. In an instant, the entire canyon seemed to come alive, and tens of thousands of spiders poured out from the cracks in the rock walls and under the dead trees.

The dense swarm of spiders rushed towards Zhou Xian and his group like a black torrent, with a disgusting rustling sound. Wherever they passed, the ground was dyed into a flowing ink color.

"Animals are animals, they have no human nature."

Zhou Xian shook his head slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. His posture was like a mountain standing still in the abyss, calm and composed in front of the surging spiders. The black sword in his hand swung flexibly, and it seemed to have life and drew mysterious sword marks in the air. The dark sword energy was like a surging river, continuously shooting in all directions. Wherever it went, the spiders were crushed one after another, and the broken limbs fell like rain, and the fishy smell filled the air.

Seeing the spiders being strangled wantonly, Despicable Throat became furious and let out an earth-shaking roar, and the sound waves shook the surrounding air as if they were real.

Almost instantly, its huge tail trembled rapidly, and strands of spider silk flashing with cold light shot out like sharp arrows. In the blink of an eye, these spider silks intertwined and entangled in the air, weaving into a large web that covered the sky and the sun. The spider silk had a strange luster, and the cold light flashing on it was extremely sharp, as if it could easily cut through everything in the world, and it covered Zhou Xian's head, and the air was filled with a chilling murderous aura.

Only spiders are safe within the web. As the web falls rapidly, it seems that only spiders driven by the Maw of Despicable can escape the catastrophe.

But Zhou Xian looked calm, with a faint smile on his face, as if the threatening spider web in front of him was just a paper decoration. He swung the black sword in his hand fiercely, and the blade broke through the wind, making a sharp whistle. One after another, the inky black sword energy gushed out, like a black sharp blade, accurately cutting the spider silk.

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly indestructible spider web shattered like broken glass. Not only that, the sword energy with the rule of death spread rapidly like an invisible force of decay. Wherever it passed, the spider silk instantly lost its luster and became withered and decayed, as if it had been ruthlessly eroded by time for thousands of years.

In the huge compound eyes of the Despicable Maw, an incredible light flashed like a meteor, but the greed for prey instantly overwhelmed all emotions.

Its huge body suddenly leaned forward, and its bloody mouth suddenly opened. A stream of venom with a strange glow and an extremely foul odor cut through the air like a black lightning, carrying a pungent smell and a disgusting breath, and shot towards Zhou Xianfei.

The venom drew a twisted arc in the air. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be corroded and slightly distorted. The stones on the ground made a sizzling sound when they came into contact with the splashed venom, and quickly turned black and rotted.

Zhou Xian's eyebrows tightened instantly, and his nose shrank subconsciously. The disgusting stench was like an invisible blunt knife, piercing his nose. He flashed like a ghost, dodging sideways in an extremely elegant and swift manner.

He was not afraid of the corrosive power of the poison, but the smell that made his internal organs churn was too unbearable. The poison hit the ground with a "bang", and the ground was corroded into a large pit with black smoke, and the pungent smell became stronger.

Zhou Xian covered his mouth and nose with one hand, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he looked coldly at Despicable Throat, with even more murderous intent in his eyes.

"I wanted to let you go, but I didn't expect you to disgust me with your saliva."

Zhou Xian's voice was icy cold, as if it carried the chill of winter. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot like a flash of black lightning. The next second, he was standing firmly above the head of the Despicable Throat.

The black sword in his hand drew a dazzling black arc in the air, as fast as a meteor streaking through the night sky, with a fierce momentum and endless killing intent, heading straight for the huge head of the Despicable Throat. The faint light flowing on the blade became more and more intense, as if it was going to swallow up all the light around it.

As if sensing the bone-chilling chill coming from above, a trace of panic flashed across the originally ferocious eyes of the Despicable Throat. Its eight giant spider legs swung wildly, raising clouds of dust. Its thick leg segments slammed heavily on the ground, making a dull sound, trying to move its huge body at a very fast speed to avoid the fatal blow that was about to fall. But Zhou Xian's attack would not allow it to dodge easily. The black sword, wrapped in unparalleled momentum, chased down like a shadow, and the sense of oppression in the air became heavier.

As the Despicable Throat let out a deafening roar full of unwillingness, the black sword in Zhou Xian's hand, wrapped in a sharp breath of death, was like a black lightning, slashing down with unstoppable force. The seemingly incomparably hard body, under this sword full of the rules of death, was easily split in two like fresh tofu.

Black blood gushed out like a fountain, carrying a pungent stench. The sword energy with the rules of death, like a greedy demon, quickly spread and madly corroded the body of the Despicable Throat. But in a moment, the originally huge body quickly decayed and rotted, and the flesh disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the cold white bones on the ground, silently telling of its former ferocity and current desolation.

(End of this chapter)