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Chapter 485 - 485 Antique Exhibition 270 Begins (4000)_2

Chapter 485: Antique Exhibition 270 Begins (4000)_2 Chapter 485: Antique Exhibition 270 Begins (4000)_2 Feng Liusi was murmuring to himself, his palm unconsciously emanating an uncontrollable sound of breaking the air, as if his Deathfang Power was in turmoil.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

The Deathfang Power, which was originally agitated due to the breakthrough, calmed down and began to flow rapidly in the virtual meridians like a stream of water, respectively gathered in various acupuncture points.

Last night, Casio had already transferred the life vibration energy to Feng Liusi, including a portion of the immortal-level energy.

In the upcoming plans, enhancing Feng Liusi’s combat ability will be an important link. If he can truly achieve the fifth stage of Deathfang Power in a short time, he can single-handedly hold back an expert of the Ghost Knife level. In this case, Casio and Sheng Feinan will no longer need to serve as support, and they can free up their hands to do other things.

Once in Death Valley, Feng Liusi absorbed the life vibration energy of many exotic beasts and rejuvenated a lot. But this time, it was his first time absorbing the life vibrational energy of a dark creature.

Furthermore, Casio produced high-quality immortal-level energy.

The result was indeed good. Feng Liusi unexpectedly broke through to the 42nd acupuncture point inadvertently. If all goes well, he can fully step into the fifth stage of Deathfang Power within four days.

“Huh…”

A ball of fiery white breath swirled around Feng Liusi’s nose.

He slowly stood up, put on his black wide-brimmed hat, glanced at Casio who also got up, and said, “Let’s go…”

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Nearly a hundred meters away, in an office behind the exhibition hall of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition, a man in his 60s sat in the sunlight by the floor-to-ceiling window, his white hair was dyed golden.

His eyes were closed and his breath was steady. He sat in a meditation posture, looking almost asleep.

He wore a pure white cultivation suit, on the left chest, there was a logo of a ferocious dog baring its teeth.

Seemingly exaggerated through art, the image was disproportionately large. The dog’s head was particularly large, its eyes were flaming, and its tusks were more ferocious than Crocodile’s.

A middle-aged man was reporting to him.

“Teacher, there was a large-scale serial killing in Kula City last night. There were five locations, mainly in the west and south of the city, with hundreds of deaths.”

The expression of the old man remained unchanged, and his breathing was still steady.

The middle-aged man continued, “The City Police Station arrived at the scene quickly and sealed off the area. They asked ‘those people’ to come over overnight, it was a dangerous supernatural event…”

“What’s that got to do with me? We don’t have much to do with the Black Mechanism lately, and we didn’t do this. If there’s nothing else, go ahead.” There was a pause in the old man’s tone before he added, “Don’t worry, it won’t involve us…”

“No, Teacher, that’s not what I meant. I meant to say that some of the people killed last night were suspected members of the Blood Spirit Association!”

The middle-aged man immediately revealed the core information.

“What?”

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint stream of white energy seemed to flash across his brow and eyes, then disappeared.

Two minutes later.

“More than 100 members of the Blood Spirit Association, including many in black robes, are dead. Interesting, so well-deserved. Last time I didn’t settle the accounts with them…”

The old man chuckled coldly, exuding a heavy aura.

He asked, “Any idea which force did this?”

“We don’t know yet. The Black Mechanism arrived too quickly; we haven’t had time to inspect the scene.” The middle-aged man shook his head.

“Anyway, it’s a good thing that the Blood Spirit Association has enemies, but we must personally avenge ourselves for the last incident.” The old man murmured to himself, and then waved his hand, dismissing his pupil.

He circulated his breathing method a few times, and his whole body seemed to be baking by a furnace, his massive body temperature seemed to raise the temperature of the room. When the final breathing cycle stopped, the old man suddenly coughed, spitting out blood.

However, he seemed to breath a sigh of relief, his face looking far better.

Looking at the blood-stained cloth, the old man stood up and changed his training clothes, revealing a lean but robust physique.

In the middle of his chest, there was a deep blood handprint.

A few days ago, the Blood Spirit Association suddenly attacked at the Golden Antique Exhibition. The old man, a fighter of Yunquan Fist based here, responded. He thought they were merely minor opponents, but they turned out to be fearless fighters. He was wounded by a strong man in that battle.

This person should be a senior member of the Blood Spirit Association, and he was referred to as the deputy leader by the other members. He was a handsome gentleman in a suit, holding a cane in his hand.

The old man was even defeated by him.

When they both retreated, the old man asked for the man’s name.

Adam.

“Adam, Humph! Wait for it. In a few days, I will take my revenge on you personally,” a glint of cold light flashed in the old man’s eyes.

Elsewhere.

In a warehouse not far from the Tulip Antiques Exhibition.

The light was dim and the air was filled with the smell of decaying wood. In a corner, a figure stood silently.

He was hidden in the darkness, as fleeting as a shadow, ready to disappear like smoke at any moment.

Shush.

At some point.

A figure was kneeling in front of the man.

“Lord Black Peacock, there seems to be some serious trouble at the Blood Spirit Association. Our requests have not been responded to. Should we try again at noon today?”

“No response…”

A hoarse voice rang out from the shadowy corner, striking a discordant note, like flint against metal.

“Yes, it is said that a mysterious force attacked the Blood Spirit Association’s bases last night. At least five bases were successively destroyed, but it is not known who did it. The Black Mechanism arrived swiftly, locking down the site in a very short time,” the subordinate quickly reported the information.

“A mysterious force? Could it be linked to that one in East Sea County? Even Garoro was critically injured and unconscious…” The figure in the shadow mused aloud, “By the way…how is Ghost Knife now?”

“Lord Ghost Knife is still unconscious.”

The subordinate answered truthfully.

“Never mind…if he is yet to awaken, let him rest. Being injured and awake would be of no use. Romens, contact the core members of the organization who are carrying out tasks in the western Federation…”

“Lord Black Peacock, the core members are scattered in search of fragments. I’m afraid it would be tough to contact them in a short time.”

“No matter, do your best to contact them. Any who can come would be helpful.”

“Understood.”

The man called Romens nodded and disappeared in an instant.

The warehouse returned to silence. After a while, a figure walked out from the shadow, stopping at the boundary between light and darkness. He was wearing a mask, making it impossible to discern his features, save for a pair of deep-set eyes.

“Ghost Knife was gravely injured despite taking action…this time it won’t be so easy…” the raspy voice was tinged with apprehension.

“Xiadu…” he murmured the name softly.

“Never mind, I won’t inform that monster about this.”

At the same time, a stream of black cars were continuously driving towards the direction of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition on the city’s main road.

In one car on the soft back seat.

A young man dressed in a light-colored trench coat was squinting his eyes. He had a cold and sharp bearing, with messy purple hair and an expressionless face.

In his arms cradled a long object wrapped in white bandages. Nevertheless, it was clear to see that it was a sword.

“Lance, don’t bring your sword into the antiques exhibition hall. This is a Yun Quan Fist territory, and you can’t act recklessly…”

The bald elder in the driver’s seat

At the same time, along the city’s main thoroughfare towards the Tulip Antiques Exhibition, numerous black cars were constantly headed in that direction.

In one of the cars, on the soft back seat.

A young man in a light-colored trench coat sat with his eyes squinted. He had a cold and sharp demeanor, his hair a mess of purple strands, his face expressionless.

In his arms, he cradled a long object that was wrapped round and round with white bandages, which, despite the efforts to conceal it, was obviously a sword.

“Lance, don’t bring your sword into the antiques exhibition hall. This place is Yun Quan Fist territory, and random acts aren’t allowed…”

The bald elder in the driver’s seat.