Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Boom!

With a loud noise, Fu Qian abruptly stopped his body, dodging the incoming shock wave.

The next moment, a straight gorge appeared under his feet, deep enough to reach half a person’s height.

The high-grade wooden floor of the mansion’s living room had changed beyond recognition in the blink of an eye.

“Evil Omen! I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!”

A roar full of vigor came from ahead.

“It won’t be that easy to kill me!”

This one still had plenty of spirit!

Fu Qian felt a sense of relief.

This was the seventh target he had been searching for on his way, a certain Eighth Phase Transcendent.

As he had expected, Evil Omen hadn’t wasted any time.

Since leaving the Huang Family, taking advantage of this brief time difference, Evil Omen had almost been on a relentless killing spree in Xi Yuan City, with a frighteningly high efficiency.

Along the way, he had already encountered several corpses lying where they fell.

Key point being that these Transcendents, like animals in the forest, had a tacit understanding to maintain distance from each other when choosing their residences.

This resulted in them being scattered sporadically across all areas of Xi Yuan City.

Following the planned route all the way here had indeed taken him quite a bit of time.

Speed is essence in warfare.

After confirming this person was okay, Fu Qian didn’t even stop to speak and turned around to leave.

However, the next moment, the heavy thud of something landing was heard, and all the doors and windows of the house were sealed by thick steel plates that had fallen.

Booming laughter came from behind him.

“Now that you’re here, it won’t be so easy to leave.”

…

Your will to live is quite strong, huh!

Fu Qian looked at the tightly sealed steel plates and silently praised in his mind.

Obviously, such things could not be installed in a short period of time; it was likely that this fellow had prepared these security measures for himself, not specifically for Evil Omen.

Admirable courage indeed, not only to be well-prepared in advance but even brave enough to defend and counterattack.

At this moment, the roaring sound behind him started up again, the ground beneath his feet collapsing like quicksand.

After making another slanting leap, Fu Qian looked back at the seventh Eighth Phase brother.

The dark complexion, the exaggerated pectoral muscles, the deformed vest strained by his back.

This must be the legendary figure with the height and waist both of eight feet!

For a moment, he almost thought Captain Gu had ascended.

Now that Eighth Phase brother had a ferocious smile on his face. In his right hand, he was holding a hammer that seemed extremely heavy, which greatly complemented his build.

Every time that hammer struck the ground, the tremendous force was transmitted into the earth, creating a long ravine.

He looked dominating indeed, but buddy, better pray there’s nothing like optical cables under your feet.

“Are you satisfied with this place?”

Eighth Phase brother had a smug look on his face, continuously knocking the hammer on the floor, making the whole house tremble.

“I don’t care if you’re a Transcendent killer or not, this is my turf now.”

There was truth to his words; in such a confined environment, his strength-based abilities certainly had an advantage.

The weapon in Eighth Phase brother’s hand was obviously not ordinary and would likely pose a challenge even to standard Seventh Phases when used in combination.

What number trap had Evil Omen set for himself this time?

The survival instincts of this person were truly miraculous.

Every time it felt like he was about to catch up, the traces left by him would lead to a place like this.

There would often be traps like these, originally intended for him, which would slightly delay the pursuer.

Seeing that Fu Qian made no sound, Eighth Phase brother snorted coldly and stopped talking.

He lifted the heavy hammer high above his head and then smashed it down forcefully, tearing open an even larger gorge with the loud noise.

Simultaneously, he charged along the split ravine, hammer in hand, aggressively coming toward him.

Facing this fierce attack, Fu Qian showed no intention of dodging at all.

As the Eighth Phase brother’s cart was halfway there, and he was swinging the heavy hammer towards himself, his right arm burst forth, launching a punch.

Mid-punch, his arm abruptly grew half a length and grabbed the opponent’s thick neck, then slammed them against the wall.

The momentum of the Eighth Phase brother, combined with the force of his swing, shook the entire room, and he was slammed against the wall with substantial force.

Clang!

The hammer crashed to the ground, creating a crater upon impact.

“Get it?”

Three seconds later, Fu Qian looked into the Eighth Phase brother’s bell-like eyes.

“I… I get it.”

Under Fu Qian’s demonic grip, the Eighth Phase brother’s neck was nearly crushed, his face turning beet red as he nodded frantically.

The fact that the other party had caught but not killed him was proof enough that he wasn’t the lunatic Evil Omen; he had mistaken his target.

“Open the door.”

“Yes, of course.”

The Eighth Phase brother was quick to catch on, not daring to say an extra word. Struggling, he fumbled around himself and found the control switch.

Amidst a rumbling noise, the steel plate outside the house slowly lifted up.

Fu Qian threw the man to the ground and leaped out in a single step.

Before leaving, he gave the steel plate a particular glance.

That steel plate must be two centimeters thick, how scared of dying are you!

…

There was a slight delay, but it wasn’t a big problem.

Fu Qian determined his direction and quickly reviewed the map in his mind.

Even with an animal-like instinct for danger, killing always requires time.

Even with such minor disruptions, Fu Qian was still very sure that he was getting closer to Evil Omen.

Most importantly, the Transcendents of Xi Yuan City were generally of average strength, mostly around the Eighth or Ninth Phase.

Evil Omen would likely need several more people to complete the sacrifice.

Following the trace, Fu Qian soon arrived at his next target’s location.

This person clearly did not have the crisis awareness of the Eighth Phase brother and was dead beyond any doubt.

The bedclothes were drenched in blood, and not only was the body decapitated, but both eyeballs were also missing.

From the traces at the scene, this person appeared to have been killed directly in their sleep.

Speaking of which, Fu Qian found this rather strange.

Almost every one of the Transcendents that had been killed before was like this person, engaged in various activities at the time of death.

Sleeping, bathing, even applying a facial mask—each was caught off guard and killed with a single blow.

Evil Omen seemed to have dispatched them as easily as harvesting vegetables, the whole process seemingly taking no more than a minute.

Once or twice might be understandable, but after several incidents, it’s hard to explain away as coincidence.

It appeared that Evil Omen’s divine protection extended beyond just the instinct for danger.

While mulling this over, Fu Qian didn’t stop moving. He felt Evil Omen’s presence growing clearer and clearer.

Wait a second, Fu Qian furrowed his brow, recognizing the building not far away.

A three-story building with a red facade, where he had slept not too long ago.

Evil Omen really had some guts to come straight to the Night Watchmen Base, huh?

But indeed, the Night Watchman team of Xi Yuan City truly was subpar.

He hoped the three of them were together and hadn’t succumbed too easily.

Without hesitation, Fu Qian kicked open the front door, then saw a living room in disarray.

Amidst the blood littering the floor, a figure sat in the middle of the hall, covered in wounds.

Next to him stood a Flesh Tree, its swaying, broken limbs appearing to account for three people.

“You here?”

The figure let out a raspy laugh.

“I’m here.”

Fu Qian nodded and stepped into the room.