I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night Chapter 527 - 333 Ancient Great God! Great Evil Divine Artif

West of High Willow City, above the Dayin River.

A black steed raced by, swift as the wind.

The middle-aged man on horseback could not help but sigh in relief.

"Out of the Qifeng Prefecture, into the Residual Prison Mansion," he said.

He glanced back, took a long breath, and said, "At this mont, even if that Saint Master has noticed sothing and asks the Observatory Tower to locate , it’s too late."

Despite this, he didn’t slacken his pace but spurred his horse further.

Wu Chang was an official from the Sky Observation Bureau of Qifeng Prefecture. Within the prefecture, if he sought to apprehend a criminal, all city bureaus would assist.

But once outside Qifeng Prefecture and within the boundary of Residual Prison Mansion, jurisdiction changed significantly.

Because of the various incidents caused by Tribulation Ash in the past, to act within Residual Prison Mansion, officials from the Sky Observation Bureau of Qifeng Prefecture firstly needed to notify the local authorities. Secondly, they required assistance from the local bureau to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

Although Wu Chang had the title of a Saint Master, his reputation was relatively unheard in the more remote Residual Prison Mansion and only circulated among top officials.

Thus, for him, rely exiting Qifeng Prefecture ant he had escaped the most perilous area.

"But I still can’t be careless," he thought.

In his arms, a black jar emitted a low voice, "It’s said the Saint Master has a Jiao Linma, extrely fast, no less than your Mo Yu Ju."

"I have already led by a hundred li, why should I fear him?" the middle-aged man replied as he rode swiftly forward, laughing, "It’s almost night, and this terrain is all too familiar to . Ahead it’s convoluted; now I’m like a bird returning to the mountains, a fish entering the sea. Even with the Saint Master’s sky-reaching skills, he cannot find my trace!"

Looking ahead, he felt even more smug, and said, "Besides, I’ve been extrely discreet in my actions; the Saint Master might not even detect anything amiss!"

"Even if he notices the anomalies and gathers various clues to deduce they’re related to , it won’t be instantly!"

"Now with the continuous spring rain, by the ti he suspects , even the Commander’s ancestral tablet might be moldy!"

He laughed heartily, but suddenly, a light flickered before his eyes.

A budding flower’s phantom image appeared before him.

The lotus blood, and the phantom vanished.

And a thousand steps before him, a figure suddenly appeared.

In an instant, the middle-aged scholar pulled the reins tightly!

The jet-black precious steed, abruptly halted, raised its forelegs, and reared up.

The middle-aged scholar’s complexion turned extrely sour, a trace of fear visible.

The figure stood tall, clad in a Golden Patterned Black Robe, with a longbow on the back and a longsword hanging at the waist.

As the disturbance behind ceased, the person slowly turned around and looked over.

"Saint Master... Wu Chang..."

The middle-aged scholar suddenly felt his mouth dry, an indescribable sense of palpitation arising within him.

"The Commander has passed away. As his close friend, shouldn’t you have stayed to see him off?"

Lin Yan, expressionless, said, "If you don’t want to see him one last ti, to offer him incense and worship, I can perform the rites for you."

"What? The Commander is dead?"

The middle-aged man showed an astonished look, then sighed sadly and said, "I am too occupied with official duties, so I’ll have to trouble the Saint Master to offer the rites."

Lin Yan nodded slightly, "That can be arranged, but I need to borrow sothing from you to pay homage to the Commander."

The middle-aged man imdiately clasped his hands together, "Please say, Saint Master, as long as I possess it, I shall provide it for honoring my longti friend."

Lin Yan slowly drew his sword, pointing it at the man: "Your head will be the perfect tribute for our High Willow City Commander."

"What do you an, Saint Master?"

The middle-aged man’s complexion drastically changed.

"You and I both know the truth, no need for excuses!"

Lin Yan advanced, calmly saying, "If it wasn’t your doing, why did you flee so swiftly upon the Commander’s death?"

The middle-aged man retorted, "Because I have official duties! Besides, the Sky Observatory all knows that I helped the Commander suppress a dangerous instability; how could I harm him?"

"As far as I know, the Magic thod to suppress instability isn’t sothing that can be easily handled even by Holy Land; if you have such a thod, why not lend it to for a look?"

The opponent’s face stiffened, but Lin Yan had already scoffed, "The Magic thod to suppress was fake ultimately triggering ’Liu Venerate Qi chanism’ in the flag of the Observatory is true."

"You, with ’Old God’s will’, ensnared the Commander, instilled trendous evil intentions in him, and had the forr Seventh Temple Priest of the Liu Zun Temple divert the attention of the Observatory Tower."

"Poor Commander of High Willow City, so cautious his entire life, supervised everything, yet in his old age, was betrayed by you, his so-called old friend."

Stopping in his tracks, Lin Yan calmly stated, "Dismount, accept your fate."

The middle-aged man’s expression shifted, "I was as close to him as brothers, why would I harm him?"

"It was to target , obviously," Lin Yan replied.

He took out the ancient artifact, threw it on the ground, and said lightly, "Using the Commander’s hand to kill the current Saint Master... this object shows traces of Divine Power, if you tell which Ancient Old God backs you, I might spare your corpse."

"Nonsense!"

The middle-aged man shouted, "I am the Deputy Order Envoy under the direct command of Spirit Mastering Blessed Land, appointed by the Lord of Residual Prison Mansion, approved by Holy Land, holding a legitimate official position! You have no evidence, rely conjecture, not conducting a trial, and intercepting halfway to try to kill , is that it?"

"Those aligned with ’Spirit Mastering Blessed Land’ are of a demon evil, revered as Divine Spirit by Residual Prison Mansion, but not an Old God," Lin Yan replied, frowning slightly.

"Forget it, that’s not important. If He was able to assassinate once, He won’t stop there. I will continue to wait for His tricks. As for you..."