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Chapter 504 - 355: Harvest_2

Chapter 504: Chapter 355: Harvest_2

Like sharp intent to kill, like an invisible oppressive force.

This was truly the blood of myths, a mere glance could dizzy one’s mind. Some Awakeners with only one or two levels of Awakening screamed out loud, clutching their heads as they rolled on the ground, their eyes bursting and oozing constant streams of blood.

The storyteller from Blazefire Commerce Guild suffered as well.

At this moment, he was gasping for breath, a gold-and-crimson blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his body covered with scratches, with several spots revealing bones faintly tinged with gold.

Victory had not come easily.

In the eyes of the outside world, it was but a momentary flash, but for Qianqiu, he had fought with the Pavilion Master of Hidden Assassination Pavilion for days and nights, remaining on high alert, facing death and resetting repeatedly. During this process, he continuously gathered intelligence on the Pavilion Master, familiarized himself with the enemy’s combat style, and little by little, sought out the vulnerabilities.

It wasn’t until his 451st death that Qianqiu finally managed a narrow victory over the Pavilion Master on the advantageous home ground.

However, the outcome saw one on the brink of death and the other about to be.

The toll of the battle was too great; if he were to ’confirm’ this clash as reality, he might fall before the Pavilion Master did—as he still had the consumption of his skills to consider.

Thus, Qianqiu continued the cycle of resetting the 1v1 true men’s PK, gradually going from a narrow victory to a hard-earned one, then to a victory with serious injuries, moderate injuries, and finally, a relatively easy victory.

He ended the ability.

In the final battle, he was like a soothsayer, clearly at a disadvantage in all aspects, yet always managing to dodge the Pavilion Master’s lethal attacks by a hair’s breadth.

He was a dancer on the edge of a blade, and with one leap, he reached the curtain call.

"Pavilion Master, oh Pavilion Master, you truly are too powerful."

Pavilion Master: "..."

Spectating bystanders: "..."

...

With Youlius and the Pavilion Master, two mythical beings subdued, no additional myths dared to emerge.

The mentor surveyed Oasis with a unique vision, and could confidently ascertain that there were indeed other myths observing this place from afar with their investing gazes.

Most likely, it was one or two who had visited Oasis before.

However, the issue at hand was what to do with these two subdued myths.

Killing them? That would be too wasteful. After all, the Pavilion Master was Qianqiu’s old employer—albeit Qianqiu had been driven as a branded slave, and despite the fact that his "007" salary was quite low, it was undeniable that he had learned many techniques at the Assassin Training Camp.

As he pondered, he detected a mythical presence starting to resurge within Oasis.

This was a harbinger of a divine presence descending, yet it wasn’t one of the myths that had visited Oasis before; this presence was utterly unfamiliar.

A divine presence descends faster and easier than a myth descends. The high-ranking being descending now appeared not to use any vessel, but simply a ray of golden light born at a speed that transcended space, which then swiftly expanded and delineated into a human silhouette.

The comer had a burly figure, wearing a white fluffy coat adorned with numerous trinkets and patterns. His hair was as white as light, neatly combed and sleek, much like the numerous but orderly arranged ornaments on him.

This was an elder who seemed to possess exquisite taste.

He shone like light itself but was not harsh on the eyes, resembling an illuminating Crystal Stone, spreading a peaceful radiance.

Upon descent, the elder strode towards the battlefield between Qianqiu and the Pavilion Master, "Hold on, would you grant an old man some face and show mercy?"

The elder introduced himself as Bai Yao and had descended for the purpose of mediating the battle.

According to the elder, every mythical being was precious.

"Indeed, conflicts among us humans can’t always be completely avoided, and there are no small numbers of clashes in the super oases and wars among myths, but rarely do myths fall by human hands. Usually, it’s the captured myths’ factions that pay a hefty ransom, a compensation as the price for their survival.

"Compared to executing a myth, it’s more meaningful for your Blazefire Commerce Guild to have Hidden Assassination Pavilion pay a substantial sum for mercy, isn’t it?"

The reasoning seemed correct.

This was also an unspoken rule within the ’Human Race Alliance’.

But,

"Hey old man, is your face worth that much? You said you’ve come to mediate the battle, so why didn’t you come earlier or later, but just as we were about to claim victory? Tell me, are you in cahoots with them!"

Yiluo Xi, holding Youlius wrapped in an invisible force field, watched the elder with a sullen expression.

Xing Jing Lei also stepped forward, his body covered in multi-colored patches, and though his wounds had scabbed over and healed, he still looked like a devil that had crawled out from hell.

Quite fearsome, and indicative of the ferocity of the fight.

Elder Bai Yao was taken aback.

He had his reasons, unable to express his trouble. Had he chosen this time to descend? As soon as he received the news, he swiftly used a descendant as an anchor to cast his divine gaze here. Then, using it as a point of focus, he rapidly gathered divine particles to descend.

He was fast!

But the battle ended faster! Especially this second battlefield, which had no process from start to finish. Begin, ah, and then it was over. What was he to do? Elder Bai Yao felt helpless.

Nevertheless, the Pavilion Master belonged to a lineage of one of his old departed friends, and he needed to help. Just as he had said, the existence of myths was precious, and it would indeed be a pity for one to perish like this.

He gave the Pavilion Master a look.

The Pavilion Master coughed out blood twice, glanced at Qianqiu with his scythe, then painfully shifted his gaze toward Xing Jing Lei, and Yiluo Xi, who was holding a figure like a dead dog. He said with a forced smile,

"I’ve lost this time, and I have no complaints about it. I didn’t expect you to hide such immense power, a monster that emerges once in a thousand or ten thousand years. It’s no wonder...Blazefire Commerce Guild accepted an outsider like you and bestowed upon you the invaluable Pure Divine Radiance."