The Ancient Gods' Whisper

This is Gu Jianlin's bottom line.

Extraordinary Ability, Mythical Weapon, Breathing Technique, Forbidden Spell.

When combined, these occasionally produce some miraculous effects.

For instance, the Candle Dragon Shadow, which inherently lacks any Life Rhythm, becomes invisible in its Virtualization State, and with the Lock of Nonexistence erasing traces of existence, the outcome evolves into something akin to a ghost that doesn't exist. It becomes extremely difficult to detect and observe, making it his strongest assassination method!

Even though the moment of blade execution requires it to materialize.

And the Virtualization also comes with a time limit.

But it was already more than sufficient.

The Ghost Slayer Path inherently emphasizes high speed and high damage—focusing on striking once and retreating far away if unsuccessful.

The combat instincts left by the Candle Dragon Venerable didn't display advanced swordsmanship techniques—likely because, at such a level of power, there's little need for trivial techniques. But there's an indelible grace in her use of the blade.

Strength, angle, posture.

Breathtakingly exquisite.

Splat.

Blood dripped onto the ground, blossoming like a crimson sea of flowers, drop by drop, cascading.

The Candle Dragon Shadow gripped the Tang Blade, like a seductive Mandala blooming—lonesome, cold, and eerie.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Ye Hua's throat stiffened as his blood went cold.

As for Xingtong and Yue Tong, they stood fully alert, afraid that the next person beheaded would be them!

After a brief silence, the audience seating was so quiet you could almost hear the heartbeats clearly. Then it erupted into thunderous cheers—someone even sprayed champagne onto the ring, driven to wild excitement.

Such a brutally swift, blood-soaked scene thoroughly awakened their primal instincts.

"Did you see clearly just now? How did the blade move by itself?"

"That guy is a Divine. Could it be his Spiritual Body, using some method to turn invisible?"

"Isn't it possibly related to Sword Sect Path's Sword Control Technique? Could he be Fifth Rank?"

"Kill! Keep killing! Leave no one alive!"

Mr. Liu rushed directly out of his private box, laughing arrogantly. "Hahaha, splendid kill! Slay them all for me, leave no one standing! Worthy of being the candidate I invested in—I knew it would work out! Old Master Si, and Si Wei'an, you really thought Third Master Liu is a soft target, easy to trample, didn't you?"

Old Master Si hadn't shown himself yet, but let out a cold snort.

The other board members could tell very clearly—this elder seemed visibly displeased.

In the hazy distance, the entire auction venue trembled faintly.

It felt as if countless demons' shadows thrashed against the walls, like a wild scene of chaotic revelry.

"Hm?"

Tang Ling raised her head to look toward that private box, seemingly drawn to an incredibly horrifying aura.

"That is the Si family's Old Master—a seasoned powerhouse from a century ago, petty and vengeful."

Miss Lan, however, didn't glance toward the private box. She focused her gaze on the youth inside the Octagonal Cage, where the copper coin in her hand had stopped flipping. "You knew all along that he had this kind of ability? So you weren't worried at all?"

She finally understood why today's divination signs had been so peculiar.

Because the Moonstone Heart could indeed be obtained,

but not by them.

It seemed likely that the boy would win it through the life-and-death match.

"Heh."

Tang Ling swept some red hair from her forehead, vermilion eyes indifferent—as if she'd anticipated it from the start.

But inwardly, even she felt doubtful.

Gu Jianlin was a Third Rank Great Fate Master. He hadn't yet switched to the Sword Sect Path, making it impossible for him to possess Sword Control Technique.

His Spiritual Body was the Four Ghost Hands, which shouldn't have such speed.

Truly strange.

No matter what this technique was—undeniably, it was a tremendously powerful killing move. If not an Omega-level prodigy, the likely outcome was Insta-death. Even she felt a chilling sense of unease.

Let alone everyone else.

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Killing intent enveloped the Octagonal Cage like Shura Hell.

With every drop of blood blooming.

The murderous aura grew denser.

Gu Jianlin, in his berserk state, alone already exuded an overwhelmingly oppressive atmosphere.

And the presence of the Candle Dragon Shadow—that was the killing intent of Ancient Wilderness, of a godlike entity!

"We must kill him, or none of us will survive today. The next strike must take his life!" Ye Hua, crushed under the horrifying killing intent, showed cracks in his focus as he screamed madly.

Xingtong and Yue Tong exploded into action, their entire beings unleashing pitch-black domains, targeting his physical body!

Because that elusive Tang Blade still hovered behind them!

At the same time, Gu Jianlin raised his hand, his palm gathering pitch-black particles!

Dark Shock Burst!

With a tremendous boom, darkness erupted, obliterating the structure of the Octagonal Cage. Even the descending electrified net was briefly dispersed, the ground quaked violently, and the metallic flooring collapsed into dents!

The clash was evenly matched!

Gu Jianlin only felt the wind whistling past his ears as the twin sisters closed in from front and back to lock onto him!

The twins moved in flawless harmony, using blade-like fingers to slash at his throat, but he reacted swiftly—raising both hands to firmly grip their wrists, engaging in raw physical contest!

Simultaneously, a massive ghost face behind the twins roared forth, merging pitch-black particles yet again!

Boom!

Darkness detonated once more!

In the critical moment, the Four Ghost Hands ignited and materialized, blocking the strike for him.

Using the dark radiance from the Dark Shock to conceal their presence, the Four Ghost Hands remained undetected.

Within an instant, he retracted them.

But as a result, Gu Jianlin was sent flying backward, sliding toward the edge of the electrified net.