Chapter Thirty-One: The King-Level Evil God Finally Appears

As the thick black spear crashed into the hastily raised Execution Sword, a surge of formidable force coursed through the spear and into Zhuang Xiaoyuan. Even though she used the Execution Sword to block, and simultaneously employed the Tai Chi principle of using force against force, the power was simply overwhelming. The black spear shattered her Tai Chi technique, and though its force was somewhat diminished, it still sent Zhuang Xiaoyuan flying.

A rich, salty taste flooded her throat, and before she could restrain herself, she spat out a vivid spray of blood in midair. In a single blow, Zhuang Xiaoyuan was severely wounded and hurled away.

She was flung far into the air, and gravity quickly pulled her downward. On the ground where she was about to fall, the black shadow gathered once more; spears emerged, their tips waiting. If Zhuang Xiaoyuan landed there, she would undoubtedly be impaled instantly.

“Resplendent Blue Crystal.” At the brink of disaster, a gentle female voice rang out. A blue crystal wall appeared beneath Zhuang Xiaoyuan, catching her securely. The spears shot from the shadow struck the crystal wall, snapping one after another, barely causing it to tremble.

“Are you alright, little sister?” The soft voice sounded again, now right beside Zhuang Xiaoyuan.

Lying atop the horizontal crystal wall, Zhuang Xiaoyuan struggled to sit up and turned toward the voice. There stood a young woman, her blue hair cascading down, dressed in a white robe. She looked no older than Wen Hui, perhaps in her twenties, at most twenty or thirty years old.

Of course, Wen Hui’s appearance also suggested she was in her twenties, though in truth she was only sixteen. But she matured quickly, especially in that particularly anxious chest of hers.

“I’m fine. That was…” Zhuang Xiaoyuan coughed lightly, feeling a bit better, and glanced at the ground. The spear, broken in two, was slowly melting back into the shadow.

“A king-class Evil God. I didn’t expect one had already snuck in,” the blue-haired woman replied, her gaze shifting to a certain direction on South Street.

“Blazing Slash!” A rough voice resounded, and less than a hundred meters from the southern entrance of South Street, a gigantic blade of flame materialized, sweeping downward with force. With a thunderous crash, it destroyed two sizable two-story buildings.

“Haha, I didn’t expect the city’s guardians to be so violent. Is this your way of welcoming guests?” A clear voice followed the rough one, sounding eerily similar to the elusive, untraceable voice heard earlier.

As the voice echoed, a figure shot out from the ruins of South Street, landing at its southern entrance. When the figure stood firm, Zhuang Xiaoyuan recognized him at once—it was the man who had tried to sell her the luxury gold cellphone, Little Wang.

“Swift Wind Instant Kill!” Just as Little Wang took his stance, a petite figure suddenly appeared behind him, dressed in black with a black headscarf. The young man, appearing out of nowhere, thrust his dagger mercilessly thirteen times at Little Wang’s back, each strike aimed at a vital spot.

A series of metallic clangs rang out, as if rain striking an iron plate. The youth’s attacks were all blocked by a shadowy substance that emerged behind Little Wang. As the shadow repelled the attacks, sharp black spikes shot out toward the youth.

“Hospitality? We don’t have any such thing prepared for Evil Gods—the human world’s unwelcome guests. Reflective White Crystal.” The blue-haired woman interjected suddenly. With a wave of her hand, a white crystal wall appeared between the black-clad youth and the shadow from Little Wang. The black spikes that struck the wall were all reflected back, defying the laws of physics. However, these reflected attacks had no effect on Little Wang; all the spikes were simply absorbed into the shadow.

“That’s right. For guests like you, our hospitality is to eradicate you as soon as possible.” Accompanied by the rough voice from before, a burly man in red armor, a giant scarlet sword resting on his shoulder, stepped out from the ruins of South Street, his short red hair blazing like fire. He was the one who had just forced Little Wang out with a single move.

“A divinely blessed one, and two with divine grace—this is troublesome indeed.” Unlike the Evil Gods encountered before, Little Wang still looked human, aside from the strange black markings on his forehead. He bore none of the usual Evil God traits, nor did his voice carry the darkness and negativity of the others.

“So, do you intend to surrender?” The red-haired man lowered his sword to his chest, and he, the blue-haired woman, and the black-clad youth formed a triangle around the Evil God Little Wang, preventing his escape.

“Surrender? Don’t make me laugh. With just the likes of you, you won’t keep me here. Still, before I leave, there’s something I must do.” Little Wang narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across to Zhuang Xiaoyuan, who had just jumped down from the blue crystal wall.

“Hm? Are you planning to target that child? Is there a reason?” Noticing Little Wang’s gaze, the blue-haired woman stepped right, blocking his line of sight to Zhuang Xiaoyuan, her expression darkening as she questioned him.

“Hmph, a reason? That’s unnecessary. I simply want to kill her. But it seems I’ll have to deal with you first.” Even before his words ended, the shadow beneath Little Wang’s feet expanded, merging with the shadows of the three surrounding him. Suddenly, countless spikes erupted from each shadow, shooting toward their backs.

“Blazing Armor!” The red-haired man unleashed a torrent of fire, forming a burning suit of armor around him. The black spikes evaporated as soon as they touched it.

“Vanished Without a Trace!” The black-clad youth disappeared instantly, along with his shadow. With the shadow gone, the spikes vanished as well.

“Resplendent Blue Crystal!” Blue crystal surrounded the blue-haired woman, shielding her completely. All the black spikes were stopped by the crystal barrier.

“Fooled you, idiots.” With a stomp, Little Wang’s black shadow stretched and instantly reached Zhuang Xiaoyuan. Thick spears, as wide as an arm, shot from the shadow. Zhuang Xiaoyuan was his true target; the spears from this elongated shadow were far deadlier than the previous spikes.

“Hurricane Spiral Lance!” With a clear, crisp voice, a spear wrapped in emerald-green winds suddenly appeared before Zhuang Xiaoyuan. Three or four of the incoming black spears were swept up by the green storm, spinning off into the open space nearby.