The Spirit World

Chapter 998 Shadow Pendant (Thirty-four)
【To surpass ordinary people is to become a god. 】

The person who came was [Wanzhang], a direct subordinate of Adjutant Neferi.

He watched Fourni and Norav coming out of the corridor, and he walked straight in from the side of the corridor. Before Fourni and Norav could recognize him, they all exclaimed in surprise, turned their horses around and stopped on the spot.

"Sir, Wanzhang!"

Fourni looked at Wanzhang's back in surprise.

The blade of his special design looked so terrifying behind him. As he walked among the trembling pile of bones, the shadows under the corridor became extremely bright, revealing a terrifying dark white.

Wanzhang did not turn around to respond to Fourni, which made Fourni frown, and he felt a sense of tragedy as if he was looking at a warrior.

"Prophecy..." Noraf suddenly understood something and could only watch Wanzhang walk towards the place where they fled without hesitation.

"This is not an easy task... Norav..." Fourni turned his horse's head again: "We should leave, anyway..."

After saying that, he still looked back at the dark corridor. Wanzhang had already walked out of the corridor, step by step towards the invaders who had "scared" them and "fled".

The "invader" was still standing on the city wall they were guarding. He did not look left or right, but kept staring at everything in the city, allowing those desperate criminals who wanted to kill him to get meritorious service to approach him without caring.

He was observing the city and the mountain-like glowing crystal tower.

"Duel! Duel! Duel!" the lamb shouted excitedly, raising its hands and cheering, which made Artes even brighter.

"Artes! Did you feel it? That imperial man seems to have a special sword~"

The lamb looked at the Artes in Chang Yufeng's hand, and Artes flashed in response. Chang Yufeng's expression also became serious. Facing Wanzhang who was walking towards him, he had to look at the special blade.

Under the bright light of the glowing crystal, his dark eyes were sharp, his long black hair fell to his waist, and he had the same tiny tattoos on his arms and cheeks, which were the symbols of the imperial prisoners.

Wanzhang did not have the physique of a strong man, but he clearly had broad shoulders and extremely long arms. He had a small knife hanging on his calf, but despite this he was able to move freely.

His particularly special blade was slung across his back, with a chain on the long handle connecting the blade, which had protruding serrations all over it, like a special torture device. When the prisoner was asked to be released, the executioner would use this special chain blade to play with the prisoner who had turned around and was about to leave.

This is to achieve a special sense of pleasure for the executioner.

"Nice to meet you, son of prophecy."

Wanzhang looked at Chang Yufeng on the city wall and stopped respectfully from a distance.

It was as if they knew that Chang Yufeng would not rashly enter the city, so they sent an extremely "dignified" inviter.

But the inviter was not friendly.

"I don't know why you are here, but I know why I am fighting."

After saying that, Wanzhang placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled out the blade from behind. The blade was glowing faintly and was extremely sharp. Each serration was like a fang biting into the beam of light, causing it to tremble and stay, unable to break free.

"What prophecy did they hear?"

Chang Yufeng couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Once upon a time, the intelligence system he could rely on came purely from Xun Huangying. Xun Huangying wanted to tell him, so he could know that most of the time the information he could access was really limited. Especially in the Era of Destruction, his access to information was blocked, and even finding [Sarahma] took him a very long time.

Prophecy, he was never told what prophecy.

However, for Chang Yufeng now, being called the son of prophecy did not make him feel strange, but rather it was natural.

If he wasn't the so-called "Son of Prophecy", he wouldn't be here.

"Well... if I say I don't know, will you believe me?" The lamb looked at Wanzhang blankly, then slowly looked back at himself. He saw a strand of his wool that was too curly, so he pulled it straight and muttered softly: "Of course, whether you believe it or not, I can't tell you whether I know or not... because I'm just a sheep..."

"This sword is called [Hell Fang]. Son of prophecy, I hope you can understand that it will cause you great pain in the next few minutes. If this is true, please forgive me..." He took a bow step forward, lifted up the Hell Fang, and held it horizontally above his head. His right hand wrapped around the chain of the Hell Fang, and his left hand supported the horizontal teeth in the middle of the Hell Fang. His sword eyebrows slightly raised, and he took a proper attacking stance: "And if not, then it is an honor to be your opponent and die in your hands."

These words made Chang Yufeng stand in awe. Although he didn't know what the prophecy was, it was obviously not a good one. The him in the prophecy was an extremely terrifying existence.

According to the prophecy that Wanzhang knows, he will kill Wanzhang, which is why Wanzhang appears here.

He is here, obeying the death given in the prophecy.

He called out his name once again.

"【Records of Imperial Celebrities】, Diamond Volume, Golden Letter Chapter, No. 133, Ten Thousand Feet - Here -"

The name Chang Yufeng was too unfamiliar, but the five words "Empire Celebrities" brought out a stronger sense of majesty. He did not say anything about being a member of the Undead Corps. Perhaps because he saw Chang Yufeng, a man from the Empire, he described his identity and strength in a way that everyone could understand.

Rather than the Undead Group.

Even if there is no grudge or hatred, the threat of death is still needed. This is the miserable life of a living prisoner in invisible shackles.

"He said he wanted to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you." The Lamb laughed playfully: "We will offend a lot of people along the way. [Heavenly Palace], [Space-Time Cube], [Era Disaster], and those [Future People], etc., aren't they all caused by Lin'er? That's why so many people want to kill her. Since you have chosen to help her and stand on her side, then the enemies she faces are your enemies."

Its faint voice lingered in Chang Yufeng's ears.

This is not a dream that seems to exist but not to exist.

Chang Yufeng looked at Wanzhang and jumped down the steps. The brilliance of Artes swallowed up more light.

“You can’t attribute everything to [cause and effect], and you can’t refuse to disappear just because something exists. You can’t go back to being a child, so choose to accept it, no matter what others say, especially your enemies.”

"Don't worry about it. We will kill many people who think they are innocent in the future. Be like an adult. Many so-called innocent people are not worthy of your kindness."

"Especially, now! Fight or die."

The lamb slowly disappeared, and Chang Yufeng slowly rotated the sword blade. The sword flowers of Artes were rippling with golden light, which was breathtaking.

He also took a step forward, holding the sword horizontally to his eyebrows with his right hand and extending his left hand diagonally downward. He thought that this would be a standard fight to the death between imperial swordsmen. The sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, the brilliance from far and near, would illuminate Chang Yufeng completely, while Wanzhang was under the "mountain of light" behind him, so it was inevitably much darker.

He didn't need to announce his own name, but he still announced the name of the visitor like in the imperial competition.

"The Imperial Records of Famous Men, Volume of Heaven, the Lord of the White Spirit, Chang Yufeng, is here."

(End of this chapter)