CHAPTER 629: CHAPTER 171: REVERSE SACRIFICE, OLD FRIENDS AND NEW (REQUESTING MONTHLY PASS)_3

"We can’t escape anymore!"

The array covered a vast area, almost enveloping everyone. Only less than ten people had noticed something was wrong ahead of time and had luckily escaped the perimeter. The rest were blocked by this golden barrier.

It firmly occupied the upper hand, thoroughly enveloping everyone at the altar, sealing off the scene.

"What’s going on!"

"That is..."

Among the three leaders of the Heroic Society, two of them simultaneously opened their goat mouths, protruded their goat tongues, and their goat eyeballs seemed about to pop out, while the other could only pant heavily.

They couldn’t understand.

They were not sacrificing to the "gods" for the first time.

But they had never seen such a scene before.

Something was not right!

This and Celsis

This didn’t seem to be the master who controlled "stars and spirits"!

They looked simultaneously toward the center of the altar and the trapped members of the Heroic Society and the Believers of Esoteric Buddhism. Their gazes met from afar.

The next second, streams of golden rain poured down from the high heavens.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The rain formed beads, like slender tentacles, seizing each of the sacrifices and refining them instantly!

"I know now, our Lord has come to receive us! Brothers and sisters, let us return together ooooh~~," the fanatics, extremely excited, were swept away.

They weren’t afraid to die, they even embraced it, but the members of the Heroic Society valued their lives. They screamed in utter panic:

"Ah! What’s happening?"

"This can’t be possible! Why have we become the sacrifices instead!"

"Mother! Save us, leader!"

"Lord, open your eyes, see us, your Believers, the sacrifices you want are over there!"

"No, you can’t do this, you fucking can’t do this ahhh~"

Screaming, wailing, the cries resounded continuously throughout the hall.

Every person touched by the rain instantly burst open, turning into mist of blood that was absorbed.

The three little lambs silently closed their eyes, no longer watching.

Not to mention that they were now tied up, incapable of moving, but even if they could move, what would it change?

Facing such a great existence, a third-tier Transcendent and an ant were no different.

Whoosh! Yu Mingluan, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked towards the range of the altar, his eyes no longer moving, showing contemplation.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Layers of blood rain hung up in the sky, like the surging tide at the riverbank, coming and going swiftly.

In a moment’s time, the originally bustling hall had become empty and clean, nothing left on the ground.

"Crack!"

With the sacrifice ended, Xu Shu finally broke free from the embrace of the corpse "Lady Qiansui."

He flowed out from the coffin, swiftly moved to the center of the altar, and swallowed a small golden ball that was twirling on the ground, then immediately placed it into the repository of the Tai Chu Scroll.

This was the "Gambling" Epic imprint, which could be combined with any purple-quality or higher talisman or Curse Crystal to create a curse seal of corresponding rank, the rank of which would match the rank of the used Curse Crystal.

As soon as Xu Shu appeared, the remaining onlookers all looked toward him.

The leader clenched his teeth in rage and said, "Damn it, he dares to show himself! Kill him now!"

No one responded.

The leader looked astonished and discovered that aside from the three leaders, only eleven others from his Heroic Society survived.

They were shivering in fear, huddled in a corner with pale faces; many had visibly wet and soiled themselves.

Among those eleven, there were four second-rank Transcendents, including that skinny sentry, and the rest were first-rank.

Their survival was not due to strength but to a reverence for life and inner guidance, which had led them to leave the area in time.

At this time, although the leader was giving orders, no one dared to respond.

They didn’t want to die.

They wanted to live!

But Xu Shu wasn’t planning to let them live; he calmly clenched his fist and walked over, starting to gather power.

"Don’t come any closer!"

"We surrender, we won’t fight!"

"Please spare us!"

The surviving heroes screamed in unison.

Xu Shu smiled.

Facing eleven, there was actually pressure, but the opponents had completely lost their will to fight, having completely lost their fighting spirit.

This would be a one-sided slaughter!

He pressed forward, observing the situation, and did not make a move until he was about to take them all down.

Just then, a door suddenly appeared beside him; the "Law" of the Second Master, having held up for so long, finally completely failed.

Xu Shu’s eyes lit up, ready to feint and flee.

He didn’t need to linger here!

But at that moment, a middle-aged man abruptly stood at the doorway, blocking the path.

He stood eight feet tall, his face as handsome as jade, wearing a gauze cap, draped in a crane robe, with a refined demeanor, he said in a mellow voice, "Young fellow, your methods are very impressive, what did you just pick up? I am very interested, hand it over, and I may leave your corpse intact."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remnants of the Heroic Society cried out as if seeing a savior:

"Master, you finally came back!"

"Please save us!"

On the other side, the two sheep also showed a calm demeanor:

"Master is here, meh!" said the Fourth Master.

"Yu Mingluan, don’t you have something you want to ask? Then ask clearly, meh!" yelled the leader.

This master seemed to possess infinite charm; his arrival instantly gave everyone a leader to follow.

Hearing this, Yu Mingluan turned his head and glanced at the master but remained indifferent.

The master, not minding him, extended his hand toward Xu Shu, looking sincere, "Young fellow, won’t you quickly take out what you have? Do you want to die without a whole corpse?"

His tone was gentle, but his actions were assertive as he walked toward Xu Shu, a formidable aura surged toward him.

Xu Shu stepped back repeatedly, showing a hint of horror in his eyes.

The oppressive feeling brought by this man was not inferior to that of Yu Mingluan.

This was a third-tier peak!

However, what truly surprised him wasn’t this.

He was more startled that this man was still alive! That he would appear here!

No, he should not be alive; he should be something similar to a ghost.

This person, Xu Shu knew.

Not only did he know him, but he also knew him well.

At this moment, Xu Shu finally understood why he felt an inexplicably familiar sense from that "Lady Qiansui".

Because in a past fight, this woman had died from a casual blow by him.

Only he had killed too many at that time, hence he hadn’t remembered the woman’s face well.

But the face of this master, Xu Shu remembered very clearly.

He was Zhuge Weiwo!