Cold sweat poured down Leng Jue's face as he frantically searched for a countermeasure.
He had not expected Lu Jun to already be waiting here. Had his movements been detected?! If Lu Jun was here, did that mean Jiuzhou's top-tier forces were also lying in ambush?!
Lu Jun stared at Leng Jue calmly, already regarding him as a dead man. Before Leng Jue had arrived, he had passed through a Void Passage and reached this region first, lying in wait.
Under that indifferent gaze, Leng Jue felt a chill rise from the depths of his heart, hesitating uncertainly.
The old herder at the side came back to his senses and looked at Lu Jun, seemingly understanding something. His aged voice trembled as he asked, "Young man, are they fallen mages?"
Even now, the old herder still believed Leng Jue and his group were merely murderous mages who treated ordinary people like grass.
Hearing this, Lu Jun shook his head and replied, "They are far more terrifying than fallen mages. They are the Black Vatican."
At those words, the old herder finally understood the kind of fiends he had been facing. He also realized that the purple-eyed youth's earlier ravings had been entirely serious.
The old man staggered back, then turned and ran toward the settlement on the grasslands, intending to warn his family to flee.
Lu Jun sighed inwardly. Originally, this small northern settlement would have been annihilated the moment Leng Jue projected the Great Pyramid of Khufu. His timely arrival had saved them.
Leng Jue recovered and snarled, "Lu Jun, you dare come before me alone? Then today, we settle this in life and death!"
Lu Jun teased lightly, "Leng Jue, you won't even call me godfather?"
Leng Jue's face twisted instantly. Back in New York, Lu Jun had forced his head down, claiming he would take him as a son, an unbearable humiliation.
Rumble!
The purple-eyed youth roared. Crimson light burst from his body as his muscles swelled. Black-red flesh tore through, inhuman skin breaking out. Ghostly faces rose from his body, each bearing despair, fear, and agony.
Leng Jue's handsome shell was ripped apart entirely. The monster within tore off its disguise—the Evil God descended!
The fiend towered dozens of meters high. Two curved horns jutted from his head, and between them hung a lantern-like eye, radiating a vicious gleam distinct from the other two. A supreme aura pierced the heavens.
A Mid-Level Monarch nearing Great Monarch cultivation. Compared to New York, Leng Jue had grown even stronger.
"Today, I will slay you."
Lu Jun remained calm. With a grasping motion, he drew forth a radiant platinum divine sword. The black-gold dragon-patterned blade shone brilliantly, ringing with metallic clarity.
Crack!
Suddenly, the Evil God revealed a ferocious grin. His terrifying figure vanished from the spot, leaving a massive crater in the ground.
Leng Jue, wrapped in overwhelming dark power, charged straight toward the distant settlement.
He snarled, "If I slaughter these innocents, what can you do to save them?"
The old herder ran breathlessly. Looking back, he saw a ghostly fog composed of countless wailing faces blotting out the sky, surging toward them. Terror flooded his face.
Witnessing this, Lu Jun did not move. He said coldly, "What you see may not be real."
His left eye emitted a sacred azure radiance. The transcendent power, Fantasy Pupil was activated. Endless silver spiritual power burst from his brow. His open palm suddenly flipped over.
In an instant, heaven and earth trembled. It felt as though the world overturned, cloaked in a hazy shimmer.
The once-arrogant Evil God Leng Jue, his aura soaring skyward, was enveloped within the folds of this distorted space. Reversed, compressed, shrinking smaller and smaller, until he was reduced to an ordinary mortal.
The purple-eyed youth fell heavily from midair, crying out in pain. He scrambled up in disbelief, sensing all his power vanish like a stone sinking into the sea.
"Impossible! How can this be?! The dark power I cultivated through slaughtering millions, how could it disappear?! It's fake! It's all fake!"
Leng Jue raved madly. No matter how he screamed and flailed, he had truly become an ordinary human.
Not far away, the Black Vatican members were panic-stricken, unable to comprehend what had happened.
Thud!
A pair of mud-stained black boots stepped down before the purple-eyed youth. Dazed, he looked up, his face changing drastically—it was the very old herder he had mocked earlier.
Suddenly, a pair of mud-stained black boots stepped down before the purple-eyed youth. Dazed, he looked up, his expression changing drastically, it was the very old herder he had mocked earlier.
But the old herder was no longer normal. His face was wooden, his eyes blood-red, death and evil aura surging from his body, akin to the power of Leng Jue's own Evil God form.
Sensing an intense threat, Leng Jue panicked inwardly yet shouted fiercely, "Who are you?! What do you want?!"
"Didn't you want to torment the old herder? This is merely returning the favor in kind."
Lu Jun's voice drifted through the air, elusive and indistinct.
Leng Jue was startled. He hurriedly stood up and looked around. At some point, Lu Jun himself had vanished. The surroundings had dimmed, as if shrouded in underworld radiance, filled with a sinister gloom.
The purple-eyed youth roared in fear, "As expected, Lu Jun, this is your doing! If you have the guts, kill me outright!"
Buzz, buzz!
The old herder, like a vengeful ghost, moved. His arm shot out, seizing Leng Jue by the throat. With seemingly endless strength, he lifted him high into the air.
Ghk—cough, cough! Leng Jue's handsome face flushed red, breathing obstructed, nearly suffocating. He cursed hoarsely, "You damned old bastard! A mere ant dares touch me?!"
The old herder remained unmoved, expression blank. His arm was thick and powerful, his skin stiff and corpse-like, still holding Leng Jue aloft.
Soon, terror filled Leng Jue's face. In the distant settlement, thousands of villagers—men and women, old and young, cattle, sheep, horses, and dogs had halted their movements. All turned to stare directly at him.
Then, like the old herder, evil aura overflowed from them. In perfect unison, they stepped forward. Countless heads packed densely together, layer upon layer, a black mass surging toward Leng Jue in an instant, surrounding him completely.
Suddenly, men and women, young and old, spoke at the same time: "An eye for an eye. A life for a life."
Their voices overlapped like a vast ocean crashing down, shattering Leng Jue's sanity.
He saw the faces of every villager flicker, at one moment different faces, at another all unified into Lu Jun's visage.
Under the purple-eyed youth's despairing gaze, the crowd moved. They extended ghostly claws.
Rip!
Countless ghostly hands climbed over his body, tearing off flesh piece by piece. The horrifying sound echoed, akin to the torture of a thousand cuts.
"Ahhh!!!" Leng Jue's screams pierced the sky. The Black Vatican members beside him did not escape either.
In the heavens, Lu Jun's enormous face appeared faintly, overlooking this darkened village, his expression calm.
Psychic Element Super-tier Spell—True Dream: Peach Blossom Spring. Infused with the power of Eighth-Level spiritual strength, the method of Imaginary Force, the transcendent ability Fantasy Pupil, and further blended with Curse and Undead powers, it forged an extremely terrifying ghost domain.
Half real, half illusion, existing between truth and falsehood, the front side was the normal world, the reverse a scene of darkness.
It was formed through the unified will of all living beings.
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