The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Then, Xingmo raised his revolver and aimed at a member of the Black Dragon Society who was wrapped in black mist.

　"Boom——"

　An ice-blue light burst out, instantly sweeping across the field and piercing through the black fog that was about to dissipate.

　In the black fog, a figure was outlined, frozen, and then pierced through.

　"Pfft!"

　The body of the Black Dragon Society member was thrown to the ground, his eyes wide open. He never dreamed that after entering the unknown, he would be pulled out by the power of truth.

　The remaining Black Dragon Society members were not delayed by his death. They immediately activated the tattoos on their arms, and black mist instantly surrounded them.

　——They wanted to block the view and then take the opportunity to escape using the Netherworld!

　In response, Xing Mo did not aim, but pulled the trigger instinctively -

　"Oh!"

　"Bang bang bang bang!"

　Rays of blue light pierced through the black fog, and pouring blood rain spurted out from the fog, accompanied by the sound of corpses falling to the ground.

　Xing Mo turned the revolver, the cylinder swung open, and ice-blue mist gushed out, making her feel a chill.

　She infused her spiritual power once more, and as the star and moon patterns lit up, the icy blue light quickly filled the magazine.

　What a powerful holy object...it can indeed be called a demigod level.

　Xingmo raised her head and saw the fog slowly dissipating, leaving only a member of the Black Dragon Society.

　He was trembling with his hands raised, his face full of fear.

　"Mercy...Mercy..." The man trembled non-stop, "You...are wrong. Please forgive the little mistakes. I'm wrong, I'm wrong..."

　Xingmo raised the revolver and walked straight up to the man.

　"Kneel down," she whispered.

　The man immediately knelt on his knees without hesitation.

　"Don't shoot...don't..."

　"Roll up your sleeves and let me see your arms." Xingmo said.

　The man wisely rolled up his arms, revealing only two circles of tattoos on them, which were obviously not enough to summon a black dragon servant.

　"You guys are running very late," Xingmo said with a slight smile, "Do you have anything to take away?"

　"No...no..."

　"Let me guess, you're heading to the Abyss of Eternal Darkness, right?" Xing Mo approached. "Doreen Dubois should have asked your Danzhou branch to gather together, and you may have received information from the Jiedushi not long ago. Let me guess... it's Jiaozi and Chiwen? So you plan to set off for the Abyss of Eternal Darkness..."

　Xingmo spoke slowly, and more and more sweat appeared on the man's face.

　His legs went limp, he held his head with his hands, and looked devastated.

　"Oh my God...she's a monster...she really is a monster...she..."

　"What's your plan?" Xing Mo asked, "Tell us everything, and you'll spend the rest of your life in prison. Otherwise..."

　Xingmo put the muzzle of the gun against the man's forehead and smiled kindly.

　Seeing this, the man's psychological defenses completely collapsed and he shouted:

　"I...I said it! I said it!"

　"We...we are going to blow up the entrance to the Abyss of Eternal Darkness! We..."

　He hasn't finished yet

　, the tattoo on his arm suddenly started to spin.

　The next second, Xing Mo pulled the trigger without hesitation——

　"Oh!"

　The man's body flew out, and at the same time, black flames surged out of his body and instantly swallowed him.

　Hmm...it's a confidentiality mechanism...

　Looking at the fragments left by the man, Xingmo silently put Xinyue back into the holster inside his coat.

　At the same time, several patrol guards ran over and asked:

　"Miss Shikoti, is everything okay here?"

　"No problem," Xing Mo nodded, "Please clean up the scene."

　After saying that, she put her hands in her pockets and walked slowly towards Wuthering Heights.

　Looking at Xing Mo's leisurely back, the patrol guards were a little dazed for a moment - those members of the Black Dragon Society who were hidden like shadows in the mist of history were actually easily defeated by this young girl.

　And judging by her posture, it seems that this is not a difficult task.

　For a moment, the patrolman had a deeper understanding of the power of the "higher level".

　In the distance, Xingmo felt the coolness emanating from Xinyue inside her coat, her eyes calm.

　Oh no... She muttered in her heart: "Looks like there's no vacation left."

　After returning to the meeting hall of Howling Castle, Xingmo briefly told the others about the conversation with Qiuniu and the confession of the Black Dragon Society member who tried to escape before his death.

　"In short, we basically need to rely on our own strength for this operation," Xing Mo said lazily, "Enter quickly, resolve quickly, and leave quickly. We can't give the Black Dragon Society any chance to cause trouble."

　"That's easy. I just need to rest." Aurora stretched. "Hmm... business trips are really troublesome. I'm already missing the delicious food in the Citadel."

　"It will be over soon," Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head, "after we return to the Citadel, it will be our turn to take a break."

　"Okay, okay~"

　Aurora rubbed Xingmo's palm. Xingmo gently pinched Aurora's little face, turned to look at Vivian and said:

　"Vivian, Qiuniu has already allowed us to take the Ancient Dragon Hunter away. Now it's up to you to convince him."

　"It can only be me..." Vivian nodded gently, "What are the additional conditions?"

　"Whether he helps us kill the Dragon Lord or not, he must be judged after this is over."

　After Xing Mo finished speaking, Vivian was stunned, then nodded slightly.

　"He deserves it."

　The girl felt mixed emotions, but she knew that all lives were equal and that Perses needed to be responsible for the innocent lives he had killed.

　"Let's go, then," Vivian whispered, "and go see him now."

Chapter 423 Ancient Dragon Language (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Wuthering Heights Prison.

　When Xing Mo and his group entered the prison, the spiritual power in the air was swirling, making people feel itchy on their faces.

　Obviously, this is the effect of the string magic array. The spiritual power in this space has been interfered with, so the ancient dragon hunter cannot pry the spiritual power.

　Passing through the array of soldiers, Xingmo and Vivian arrived in front of the cell.

　Inside the cell, Perses Xia was resting with his eyes closed. The soldiers around him were on guard. Even though he was bound from head to toe by chains, the powerful aura emanating from him, a unique and extraordinary creature, made everyone afraid to relax.

　That was the breath of a Dragon King, a Dragon King ready to strike.

　""

　Sensing someone coming, Perses slowly opened his eyes, his ice-blue vertical pupils like a pair of bright lights in the darkness.

　The moment he saw Xingmo, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

　"You need me."

　"Don't be too sure," Xing Mo chuckled, "and don't be too lucky."

　"After I accomplish all this, I will die naturally. I do not need a blind and ridiculous human court to judge me," Poerseth said in a calm tone. "Why all that formality? There is no mercy in dragon logic."

　"Is this really worth it?" Vivian's voice was a little low.

　Looking at Vivian, a rare soft smile appeared on the corners of Perses' mouth.

　"I would give anything to return to that spring day when my family still existed, to my mother, and to you, my sister."

　"They ruined that day, so I will ruin them and go to hell with that day."

　"Stop killing innocent people, anyone..." Vivian took a breath, "We've fallen into this state, they're innocent."

　"No, no one is innocent," Poerseth said in a slightly higher voice. "When a dragon dies in a cave, its treasure will be taken away by robbers. They may squander it or use it for construction. But the beneficiaries are always humans—even those who have no connection with the robbers."

　"This is the logic of nature, the logic of the supernatural, the logic of dragons. There is no middle ground in the struggle between species. Every being has chosen its place the moment it enters the world."

　"And you, Vivian, you think you can become a bridge, that you can coexist harmoniously with humans and live under the same roof? This is undoubtedly a childish and naive idea. You will eventually be hurt like I was. Only then will you realize what cruelty and powerlessness are."

　"And fate... doesn't always come to those in desperate situations."

　Perses said a lot of words in one breath, which made Vivian a little stunned.

　This ancient dragon of the ice dragon hardly spoke during the killing, and all the witnesses had the same impression of him.

　He seemed to be a silent killer, but in front of Vivian, he started talking at length.

　Seeing that Weiweian did not answer, Xingmo said softly:

　"Cain was never destiny. She was also bound by destiny and could not change your fate."

　"I never expected her to change my fate," Poerseth smiled. "For the Court of Redemption, everything that happens is already predetermined. Whether it's twisted or not, the Supreme One accepts it, because the end of everything is already predetermined—fate is predetermined and inevitable."

　This time, Poerseth looked directly at Xingmo, and his ice-blue vertical pupils seemed to be flickering with will-o'-the-wisp.

　"Golden Full Moon, do you accept your destined fate?"

　Faced with this question, Xing Mo frowned slightly and did not answer, but said:

　"You need to be handcuffed at all times, and can only be uncuffed briefly when you are required to exert force. While staying here, you need to be within the string magic circle we have defined."

　"If you violate these conditions, the dragon words stored in the handcuffs from Qiuniu will directly destroy your spirit, and you will die."

　"Agree? If so, I'll use you."

　"I agree," Perses whispered. "Come to me when you're ready."

　The tone of his voice didn't sound like a prisoner at all, but rather like a king, which made Xingmo feel secretly uncomfortable.

　He's the prisoner, but his attitude...

　This is a powerful and crazy mind...

　"Let's go, Vivian," Xing Mo patted Vivian's shoulder, "Go back and make a plan, and then set off."

　"Um..."

　Vivian nodded slightly. Just as she was about to turn around, Perses suddenly spoke:

　"You can take back your reverse scale. It's on the top of Junshan Mountain, on the border between Danzhou and Quzhou. Our ancestor, the Ice Dragon Emperor, died there."

　Vivian turned her head and saw that Perses was looking at her seriously, his ice-blue vertical pupils were not so bright.

　"There, you can recover the memories in your bloodline and regain your reverse scale in a non-crazy way."

　"If you really want to stand on the side of humanity and dream of the birth of an ideal country, then go ahead."

　"My stupid, childish sister."

　After saying this, he closed his eyes and rested, and the energy in his body dissipated.

　Vivian stood there blankly, looking at her brother's face silently, and didn't say a word.

　She suddenly realized that her brother was not young anymore - the knife of time had begun to take effect on his face at some point.

　Fifteen minutes later, on the damaged terrace of Howling Castle.

　Xing Mo looked towards the far east, watching the purple light swirling on the misty horizon.

　Beside her, Vivian looked worried and dazed.

　Footsteps came from behind, and Alice and Aurora pushed the door open and walked in:

　"They told us where they were staying, and we can shuttle over at any time."

　"Well, let's just use the Sacred Tree Forest as a medium of travel."

　Xing Mo turned around, glanced at the three of them, and cleared his throat: