Funeral, Silver King
"Twilight Society..."
Wind surged and clouds rolled; the dawn light rose.
Seeing the crowd slowly walking into the street, the eyes of the many Fire-Stealers in the Wuji Domain were filled with astonishnt and bewildernt... In the cognition of the world, the Twilight Society was a rather mysterious organization. They seed to be everywhere, but aside from a few individuals, the others almost never showed their faces in the public eye.
This was also the reason why so people could do bad things in the na of the Twilight Society without being imdiately exposed. After all, perhaps even the Twilight Society mbers themselves weren't clear on exactly who was in this organization.
But this ti,
The Twilight Society actually mobilized in full force?!
For the first ti in history, the Twilight Society appeared before the world, appeared under the sunlight with such a grand lineup... Only then did everyone realize that those seemingly unremarkable figures possessed the power to overturn the entire Realm.
"A single Six of Hearts actually drew out the entire Twilight Society??" Lan Yu spoke in disbelief,
"Just who exactly is he?!"
"This is troubleso..."
Both the Fire-Stealers and the Twilight Society were regarded as extrely dangerous terrorists by the Human Domains. Although the Fire-Stealers were nurous, all mbers were from the Path of the Thief. This resulted in them possessing extrely strong mobility in the dark, and being capable of accomplishing so unbelievable things...
The Twilight Society was different. All mbers were elites and monsters who were extrely outstanding in their respective fields. When it ca to frontal Combat Power, how could a group of thieves compare to a group of crazy perverts?
The Fire-Stealers were sowhat flustered, but it was limited to this... because they knew that this was their ho turf.
The Silver King, the Lord of Wuji, four Judgnt Proxies...
They had taken root in this Realm for too long. How could a group of foreign lunatics overthrow them so casually?
Huang He and Lan Yu steadied their minds. The next mont, they saw a familiar figure slowly walking out from among the Twilight Society crowd...
It was a man covered in dust with a sorry appearance. He wore a tattered White Baseball Cap, concealing a small half of his face, and two silver Snake Earrings swayed slightly in the sunlight.
He walked at the very front, leading the Twilight Society crowd through the bewildered crowd of citizens, stopping his steps before the chaotic ruins.
"Bai Ye, you actually dare to co back!!" Lan Yu instantly raged. "The King will not forgive you!!"
"Forgive?"
Bai Ye smiled slightly. He lifted a corner of the brim of his baseball cap. "I don't need the Silver King's forgiveness... Us appearing here has only one purpose..."
Thump!
10 of Diamonds standing beside him stomped heavily on the ground.
The next mont, coffin boards rose rapidly, splicing together in front of everyone into a heavy black long coffin. The Coffin stood upright on the ground, facing the Church, as pitch-black as an abyss.
The Twilight Society crowd stood under the radiance, their clothes gently fluttering in the wind. Bai Ye walked to the Coffin, a trace of piercingly cold Killing Intent flashing through his eyes.
He spoke faintly:
"Today... we hold a funeral for the Silver King!"
...
Holding funerals for Realms, encoffining the Nine Monarchs.
Up until now, all of the Twilight Society's funeral targets were those Realms whose lives had reached their ends... The Lord of Ruoshui, the Lord of the Aurora, Demigod Yao Qing... The Twilight Society never interfered with a Realm's developnt, and even less would they intervene in its destruction.
But this ti, they were going to proactively hold a funeral for the Silver King.
The Silver King was still alive?
Then kill him, and hold a funeral for him afterward.
"Just relying on you people, you want to hold a funeral for the King?" Huang He sneered. "Your strength is uneven. We don't even need the King to take action personally. A few Judgnt Proxies will be enough to finish off all of you..."
"Is that so?"
Queen of Diamonds in the crowd spoke unhurriedly,
"Then you'd best pray... they have the ti to care about you."
...
Outside the Church doors,
A figure whose entire body was shrouded in a shadow cloak seed to perceive sothing. He slowly turned around, the embroidered silver clouds on his cuffs fluttering silently.
If the Young Sect Leader were here, he would instantly recognize his identity. This was his biological older brother, the forr Sect Leader of the Esoteric Sect, the hope of the younger generation of humanity, and one of the Judgnt Proxies, [Tian Huai].
Yet at this mont, this super powerhouse whose na shook the Five Great Realms frowned unconsciously. As if perceiving danger approaching, his gaze looked toward the end of the long street...
In the direction where the morning sun rose, a slender figure holding a Greatsword was silently walking toward this place.
[King of Clubs], Luan i.
Luan i wore a black qipao, like a black plum blossom blooming in the dead of winter, solemn and fierce. The blade of the Greatsword pointed diagonally at the ground. Invisible Killing Intent dragged out a deep slash mark on the ground from afar.
"A controlled puppet, huh..." Luan i's voice was indifferent, as if coming from the netherworld,
"If it were normally, I would still have the interest to play with you... But very unfortunately, the people of our sect are all in a very bad mood today... If you don't want to die, you'd best not leave this street."
She raised her palm and gently swiped it across her cold face. Black flas flashed silently, and a "Female Lead" Opera Mask replaced her original appearance, exposed to the air!
In an instant, surging Killing Intent enveloped the black-clothed Tian Huai. His figure was firmly imprisoned in place, as if plumting into an ice cave!
...
Tap-tap——
The soft sound of chopsticks tapping the table echoed in the empty Alleyway.
A burly figure dressed as a farr was already sitting on a chair at an open-air breakfast stall. He placed the Straw Hat from his back onto the back of the chair, yawned lazily, and with two chopsticks in hand, gently tapped the table...
Even when roaring explosions occasionally ca from afar, he didn't have the slightest reaction, rely eating the flatbread in his hand indifferently, as if even if the sky collapsed, it wasn't as important as eating.
As he ate half of the flatbread in his hand, another figure slowly walked over from the Alleyway. He glanced at the farr who was eating with his head down, and unhurriedly sat across from him.
"Boss, give a stear basket of buns." The man called out calmly toward the breakfast shop.
But in the breakfast shop at this mont, where would there be anyone... The riot in the Wuji Domain had already caused the residents to completely panic. This breakfast shop was also completely empty. Even the flatbread in the farr's hand was brought from his own pocket.
The farr took a fierce bite of the flatbread and grinned at the man before him:
"The boss isn't here, you'd better stay hungry."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The mont the man's voice fell, the farr's expression abruptly froze.
Because he saw that at so point, a stear basket of steaming hot buns had already appeared out of thin air in front of the man, occupying more than half the table. It was like a prop conjured from a storybook, looking so appetizing that it made one's index finger twitch!
Rolling hot steam rose from the stear basket. The farr only felt his vision blur, and that person transford into a colorful Painted Face Role, dreamlike and illusory amidst the smoke, making one's heart palpitate boundlessly with just a single glance...
Wen Renyou casually drew two chopsticks from the edge of the table. The next mont, they transford into two gleaming machetes, piercing into the earth in a cross.
Cold glints reflected on the farr's face. That colorful Painted Face Role slowly picked up a bun and took a bite:
"It's delicious, eat slowly... Only after finishing your al today are you allowed to leave."
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