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Chapter 181: Successful Hunt of the Evil God
At the same time, beneath the apartment building.
At a distant intersection.
Song Xu and his group were speeding toward the building at breakneck pace.
"Hmph," Song Xu thought to himself. "A big truck is just for knocking people down. If we're really in a hurry, we've got one top-tier courier and two elite delivery riders—speed and load capacity? Absolutely unmatched."
Right then, Song Xu and two other construction cultists were each carried on the backs of two delivery cultists and one courier cultist, their bodies blurring through the air as they swiftly weaved around traffic.
As Huo Shan’s frantic messages kept pouring in, Song Xu replied calmly:
"Stay calm. We’re already here… inside the apartment."
Huo Shan listened to the faint, frustrated sigh over the line, watched the figure vanish into the distance, and exhaled slightly in relief.
Then, a moment later, he saw Song Xu’s confirmation message flash on his screen. His heart settled—almost completely.
A few seconds passed. The door creaked open, and Song Xu stepped in.
Huo Shan’s face lit up. He immediately scrambled from the hidden compartment and charged forward:
"You finally made it, you little rascal!"
But as the man turned to face him, Hua Shan suddenly felt something was off.
"That face… it’s too stiff…"
"Wait… is that really Song Xu?"
Then his eyes caught the man’s pants—and realization struck like lightning.
"Shit! That’s not the guy from earlier! He changed his face to look like Song Xu! He knows Song Xu’s info… and he knows Song Xu came up here!"
The man standing before him wasn’t Song Xu at all.
It was Zhang Yu—having activated the Chisui Hunyuanqi, reshaped his face to match Song Xu’s profile, and impersonated him perfectly… or so he thought.
But the disguise was crude. With a closer look, anyone familiar with Song Xu would spot the flaws immediately.
Yet in his panic, Hua Shan didn’t notice.
As Zhang Yu smiled and stepped forward, Hua Shan screamed and tried to retreat.
But before he could move, Zhang Yu blurred forward and seized him mid-step.
"Finally caught you," Fujie cackled. "Zhang Yu, use the method I taught you—pin him down! Don’t let him struggle!"
Zhang Yu slammed his palm into the Bear Doll’s chest, sending violent tremors through it.
According to Fujie, the Evil Gods were immensely powerful during rituals—but their physical forms were weak. That was why they could evade Zheng Shen’s detection.
This toy bear may look like a child’s plaything, but physical blows delivered to it could harm the Evil God inside.
More importantly, since the consciousness was embedded within, and the perception was fully intact, intense shaking could disrupt the Evil God’s mental state—like suffering from severe motion sickness.
Seeing Hua Shan now utterly immobilized, Zhang Yu gripped Fujie’s Black Pearl and pressed it hard against the Bear Doll’s head.
A surge of Evil God energy flared.
Fujie had successfully suppressed the Bear Doll’s consciousness.
In an instant, Fujie frantically scanned through the target’s Ritual Power, then cheered:
"Ha! Done, Zhang Yu! He’s under my control—for now!"
A stream of Ritual records flashed before Fujie’s eyes.
Fujie muttered: "Let me check… what rules did he set for his cultists?"
Just then, a series of sharp whooshes cut through the air.
Six figures were tearing through the night sky, closing in on the apartment with terrifying speed.
Bai Zhenzhen: Yu-zi! What the hell are you waiting for? They’re already up there!
Zhang Yu didn’t have time to read the message. The approaching sounds were too close—someone was about to reach the door.
…
Song Xu and his five companions burst through the shattered entrance, only to find the room in ruins—furniture smashed, walls dented, debris scattered everywhere.
And there, seated calmly on a chair, was the Bear Doll.
Beneath it, a man knelt on the floor, his backside visible from the side—clearly Li Quan.
Seeing the Bear Doll unharmed, Song Xu and the others exhaled in relief.
But Song Xu felt a flicker of doubt.
Li Quan? Back so soon? Did he pay the fine and bail? Rushed straight here?
Seeing the newcomers, Li Quan sneered coldly:
"What are you doing? Why are you so late? Do you have any idea how much fright the Master endured?"
"As Evil God Cultists, how could you fail to protect the Master’s safety?"
"Get down on your knees—now!"
At that moment, the Bear Doll on the sofa trembled slightly, emitting a low, icy chuckle—clearly displeased by their tone.
Despite their inner confusion, the cultists quickly dropped to their knees, bowing before Huo Shan, begging forgiveness.
"Sorry, Master—we’re late."
"Master, we came as fast as we could…"
"Master, we’ll avenge you!"
But Song Xu kept staring at Li Quan—something was wrong.
The man’s face… it wasn’t quite right.
He looked familiar, but subtly off.
Huo Shan mostly communicated remotely. Song Xu rarely saw Li Quan face-to-face, so he hadn’t noticed the discrepancy immediately.
Then, with a sudden flash of insight, Song Xu lunged forward, blocking the exit.
His eyes locked onto the man.
"You’re not Li Quan."
All eyes snapped to Zhang Yu.
A subtle shift passed over his face—Chisui Hunyuanqi activating, reshaping his features into a new, unfamiliar visage.
"No," Zhang Yu said, voice calm. "I’m not Li Quan.
So you’ve just revealed your identities as Evil God Cultists."
The words hit like a hammer.
The cultists’ faces paled—then flushed crimson.
A searing heat exploded within them—like fire burning from their cores.
"Damn it!" Song Xu roared. "Grab him! Kill him!"
Unlike Zhang Yu—abandoned by Fujie, then forced to suppress him—Song Xu and his five disciples had remained under Huo Shan’s control all along.
They’d been bound by countless vows: Never harm Huo Shan. Never reveal your identity as Evil God Cultists.
Now, the moment the secret was exposed—whether by accident or intention—the Ritual’s backlash triggered.
Zhang Yu remembered clearly the scene in the abandoned building—Zhou Tianyi, consumed by fire, burning alive after accidentally revealing his identity.
Later, Zhang Yu asked Fujie about it.
And Fujie confirmed: many Evil Gods imposed such rules to avoid Zheng Shen’s pursuit.
Once a cultist’s identity leaked—no matter how—it triggered the Ritual’s punishment.
And Fujie’s scan of Huo Shan’s Ritual records had confirmed it.
Now, watching the six disciples’ skin turn red, glowing like embers, Zhang Yu muttered:
"Stupid Ritual. Just plain stupid."
Meanwhile, Song Xu felt the Ritual Power inside him begin to countdown—time running out.
He let out a furious roar and charged forward.
"We kill him before the backlash hits! If we do, it won’t count as a leak—there’s still a chance to survive!"
The other five reacted instantly, their bodies blazing with martial energy, charging at Zhang Yu with all their might.
At that moment, six peak Qi Refinement masters—six elite warriors—unleashed a storm of death, their combined killing intent pressing down on Zhang Yu like a collapsing mountain.
The air itself seemed to boil under the force of their attacks.
Palm strikes, fist blows, leg kicks—six devastating techniques, all aimed at shredding Zhang Yu to pieces—coming at him in a single, overwhelming wave.
But Zhang Yu merely smiled.
He lunged forward—snatched the Bear Doll from the sofa—and held it up as a shield.
Do not harm the Evil God.
The six cultists froze.
Their attacks shattered mid-motion—unable to proceed.
The sudden, violent change of direction left them gasping, their blood boiling, their energy spiraling out of control.
In that split second, Zhang Yu pivoted—charged forward—his body erupting with violent aura.
Black Wuxiang Yun’gang surged outward, swallowing the entire room in darkness.
"What the hell?!"
Song Xu, reacting instantly, believed the darkness was a visual illusion. He roared and slammed both palms forward, shattering the black clouds.
The others followed—punching, slicing, tearing through the haze with ferocious speed.
What had taken Yu Xinghan half an hour to disperse, the six elite masters obliterated in less than a second.
But as the last of the mist vanished—
CRACK!
A window exploded outward.
The delivery cultist, fastest of them all, shot through the air like lightning, leaping out first—determined to chase Zhang Yu.
The others, feeling the fire inside them intensify, didn’t hesitate. They leapt through the broken glass.
A few floors? No problem. They’d survive.
All that remained was bloodlust—and the vow: We will not stop until Zhang Yu is dead.
But as they flew through the air, their eyes locked onto something below.
A wooden bench—shattered, falling, crashing through the window.
Their expressions twisted—shock, fury, disbelief.
"Wait… that was the bench that broke the window? Not him jumping?"
…
Inside the apartment, Zhang Yu remained hidden within a pool of shadow—created by the Great Sun Qi Sea, absorbing light, forming darkness.
He’d used the Bear Doll to force the six to change course, bought time, then used the Great Sun Qi Sea to blind them, followed by throwing the bench through the window—while slipping into the shadow himself.
Now, standing in the dark, he was no longer a figure—he was just part of the room’s shadow, perfectly natural, invisible.
Zhang Yu listened to the furious roars and screams outside.
"Information advantage," he murmured. "That’s all it ever takes."
He picked up the Bear Doll, turned, and walked out of the apartment.
Meanwhile, six flaming figures burst from the windows—howling as they soared into the night sky.
But they didn’t last long.
One by one, they burned to ash—scattered into the wind, vanishing into the dark sky.
Minutes later, a swarm of patrolmen arrived, sealing off the entire floor.
Not long after, under the watchful eyes of the officers, the Songyang City Inspection Department arrived, beginning their investigation.
On another front, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen returned to their apartment after retrieving surveillance footage from the suburban abandoned building.
They turned to Fujie, eyes bright with anticipation.
"Alright," Zhang Yu said. "Now can we finally boost our potential?"
(End of Chapter)
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