Chapter 378: Charles' Gift? The Legend Arrives!

Chapter 378: Charles' Gift? The Legend Arrives!

"This little guy is indeed formidable! Zhu Hong, are you sure this skill was truly developed by Su Ping?"

In the Imperial Capital, Dragon City.

Within a special pavilion, straddling the boundary between reality and the secret realm.

Several figures remained there.

Including Lord Leng, Zhu Hong, and others.

They smiled as they watched the live broadcast on the television, where an elderly man with white, flowing beard and an air of celestial elegance still seemed incredulous as he spoke.

Zhu Hong chuckled, "Old Feng, this Heavenspan Quintessence Body is the result of Su Ping's own Origami Beast and the historical female Beastmaster's efforts. However, the former's contribution is actually even greater."

"Although the latter figured out the principle, Su Ping had already anticipated this and started preparing for the research. It was only when he discovered Xue Hongluan's hand diagram that the process was expedited."

"As for the credit for this skill, from any perspective, it belongs to Su Ping. I was merely an assistant."

"Incredible! Truly remarkable."

The group chatted and laughed, but unfortunately, their words and laughter abruptly ceased in the next second as the live broadcast continued.

On the screen, the live broadcast was still ongoing.

Mu Hang's figure stood up, his words, and the slowly burning crimson flame, made the atmosphere in the pavilion turn icy cold at that moment.

Then, a surge of energy erupted, and a pair of scarlet eyes seemed to open from the void.

Everyone instinctively looked towards Lord Leng.

This aura emanated from his body:

"Charles!"

The voice, squeezed through gritted teeth, moved everyone present.

Among them, Lord Leng was one of the younger ones, but the speed of his strength increase was truly astonishing.

The next moment, Lord Leng's figure was about to dash out instantly.

Just then, a voice stopped him, preventing him from leaving for Linzhou:

"Lord Leng, there's no time."

The speaker was none other than Feng, the Beastmaster Association's Chairman.

He was the only one who could stop him at that moment.

Lord Leng's face twisted, as if he wanted to break free instinctively, but Feng quickly continued:

"Calm down, Lord Leng. Don't forget, Meng Yao is still there, and Charles has only descended as a consciousness. In this situation, Su Ping won't take action, trust Meng Yao!"

"The Legend Lord is also paying attention, awaiting his command."

Indeed, almost immediately, a voice resonated in their minds:

"Don't act rashly, I'll go there myself."

The voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority.

At the same time, outside the pavilion, it was as if a stairway pierced through space, connecting to the void. A figure stepped forward and vanished.

Only then did everyone present breathe a slight sigh of relief.

There was no need to elaborate on the situation in the Imperial Capital.

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast hall in Linzhou, the atmosphere was so tense that one could hear a pin drop.

The scene before them, accompanied by the unfolding events, sent chills down their spines.

The crimson flame enveloped the skull, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura.

The entire live broadcast seemed to distort with snow and fluctuations due to this figure's appearance.

On the contrary, Su Ping didn't seem overly alarmed.

Perhaps it was because Long Two had already warned him, or perhaps such a significant event would have been more surprising if it hadn't involved some unexpected twists.

"Who are you to speak so boldly here?!"

A breeder standing next to Mu Hang frowned and spoke up.

The skull, already engulfed in the crimson flame, turned slightly towards the speaker, but without paying much attention, not even bothering to take any action. Instead, it turned back to face Su Ping on the stage:

"Su Ping, I regret not meeting you in person last time. Cold Saint was indeed too rigid and domineering, but given the circumstances, I thought you were just a decoy to lure out the snake. I didn't expect you to be so extraordinary. I apologize for my previous disregard."

As he spoke, this figure actually performed an ancient Dragon Kingdom apology, bowing and clasping his fists in a respectful gesture.

His demeanor was extremely refined and elegant, though it seemed out of place with his actions.

Of course, if not for the still-burning, horrifying crimson flame on his head, it might have been more convincing.

Su Ping glanced at the figure before him.

Long Two had already summoned his beast, and the spiritual power of Ray Saint had spread out. The former was an instinctive protective response, while the latter, though unaware of what was happening, also sensed something amiss.

Su Ping exhaled, his aura calming slightly as he looked at the figure, and spoke without arrogance or humility:

"Senior Charles, your words are too kind. What merits do I have for a world-renowned Necromancy Master to apologize to me?"

Indeed, almost as soon as the flame ignited and the cold necromantic aura filled the air, Su Ping guessed the identity of this person. After all, Lord Leng had mentioned Mu Yu's situation, which seemed to involve similar methods.

And with these words, everyone in the hall froze, especially the breeder from Xihai Province who had questioned Su Ping earlier.

They now understood why this person had the qualification to claim that Su Ping's advanced skill deserved a place in the hall- heedededededededededed.

'Peng!'

A crisp explosion rang out, and the live broadcast, which had been transmitting the scene, suddenly turned pitch black, leaving everyone who was still watching the conference in bewilderment.

What just happened?

It seemed that a foreigner had arrived at the press conference, and this foreigner was babbling about wanting to give Su Shen a gift.

Then the live stream cut off?

This strange and incomprehensible situation attracted everyone's attention and anxiety.

However, for them, anxiety was of no use.

At this moment, inside the auditorium, the atmosphere was even heavier.

In the massive auditorium, a beam of light shone.

A ray-like creature with demonic bat-like wings flapped its wings and appeared in the air, its inverted triangle eyes, shaped like inverted triangles, stared fixedly at the figure.

However, from start to finish, the skull with burning crimson flames paid no heed to the only Holy Spirit-ranked being present and continued to look at Su Ping:

"There's no need to be so polite. I've just lived a few more years, Su Ping. You're truly remarkable. At the same age, I'm nowhere near your level."

He had already repeated this statement twice, but no one objected.

This was enough to show that he truly recognized Su Ping.

Although, if given the choice, Su Ping really didn't want to be acknowledged by the other party.

However, with the presence of the Ray Saint, Long Two, and Qin Erlong, Su Ping wasn't worried about his safety.

Not to mention the Immortal Dragon Soul talent he had just acquired,

which would give him a chance to resurrect. If this Charles, who had appeared through some unknown means and might be a clone or a consciousness projection, could bypass beings of the same level and harm him,

then these others could commit suicide by jumping off a tofu block.

Therefore, after confirming that there was no longer any danger to his life, Su Ping's concern shifted to something else:

"Where's Mu Hang?"

After this question was asked, everyone present, including Charles, was slightly taken aback.

The latter paused before continuing with a smile:

"His blood and flesh, along with his soul, have received my soul fragment and become the nourishment for my arrival. This is an advanced skill I developed from the Bloodfiend, Death Descends.

I don't know if you've heard of it, but the effect is actually quite good, although it has some additional requirements for use.

Hehe, if you're interested, I can teach it to you. However, for beastmasters to be able to use it, they must pay a price."

This statement did not cause Su Ping to shift his gaze, and he took a long breath:

"Senior Charles, I swear I will kill you."

His voice was calmer than ever.

And also more determined than ever.

Without waiting for a response, Su Ping turned to the Ray Saint:

"Senior, please leave Old Brother Mu's body intact."

"Okay."

The Ray Saint replied indifferently,

and the terrifying electric light flashing from the massive 'Lightning Wing Demon' was enough to level the entire Linzhou City to the ground.

Charles, who had taken a step forward, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Indeed, Charles, who had arrived through Death Descends, was not his true body. Moreover, his own realm was based on Mu Hang's Sovereign-ranked realm.

Such strength was insignificant before a Holy Spirit-ranked being like the Ray Saint.

As for Su Ping, he had no intention of continuing this pointless conversation.

He had no interest in this so-called gift, not even a little bit.

All he wanted was for this lingering spirit to leave, allowing Old Brother Mu, with whom he was somewhat familiar, to rest in peace.

However, at this moment, Charles, with his skull still burning with crimson flames, finally turned to the Ray Saint on the side:

"Little one, are you the newly promoted Saint-ranked being? Your strength is barely passable."

The Ray Saint's cheeks turned cold: "Can you, or can you not? You'll find out soon enough."

The Lightning Wing Demon did not strike directly, and the Ray Saint's immense psychic energy made it difficult for everyone in the hall to breathe.

"Why the rush? My body poses no threat. You should be able to see that I've already said it; I'm just here to deliver a gift to Su Ping."

"What gift? Let me take a look first!"

The Ray Saint's psychic energy surged, and the crimson flames that had been burning like a candle in the wind were on the verge of extinction.

However, Charles didn't seem to care. It was as if nothing could affect his emotions, even at this moment:

"Little one, you're not suitable, or rather, you're not worthy!"

The words, spoken with a calm smile, instantly enraged the Ray Saint!

A violent surge of psychic energy, like a wildfire spreading across the land, was unleashed.

The once-blazing crimson flames instantly turned into mere embers, and beneath those embers, a snow-white skull without any flesh or skin was exposed.

Su Ping pursed his lips, and his eyes locked onto this figure, or rather, onto the figure behind this figure, the one across the ocean.

However, even then, the skull continued to speak, its voice reverberating:

"Little one, it's not just you. Even if my Legend Lord came, they couldn't stop me from delivering this gift."

"Nonsense!"

A crisp shattering sound echoed, as if the consciousness that had gathered on this figure had finally shattered completely.

However, before anyone present, including Su Ping, could even exhale, in the void, a grayish-white flame appeared and rushed towards Su Ping at an unimaginable speed.

The flame was too fast.

No, this couldn't even be called speed. The flame seemed to teleport, appearing before Su Ping in the next instant.

Grayish-white filled Su Ping's entire field of vision for a fleeting moment.

But just as quickly, it vanished without a trace.

It was as if it had never appeared at all.

Su Ping was bewildered, and for a moment, he even wondered if it had been an illusion.

What was this situation? What was this thing?

He didn't even feel any changes in himself.

(End of Chapter)In the midst of this situation, he was utterly astonished.

At the same time, Mu Hang's body finally lost all its strength and fell backward with a loud thud.

The last trace of his residual spiritual power slowly condensed into a faint shadow, forming a pale human face. The face paid no heed to anyone, its gaze fixed on Su Ping, a smug smile lingering on its lips:

"Su Ping, accept this gift I'm giving you. From now on, we won't be enemies!"

Su Ping didn't delve further into it. He dealt with the situation as it came.

Not to mention, he still had the ace up his sleeve—the Immortal Dragon Soul.

He calmly looked at the giant face formed by the last surge of spiritual power.

Speaking word for word, he repeated what he had said before:

"Charles, I've said it before, and I will kill you!"

"Hahaha, if we're talking about our nation's words, I'm here with you, I'm ready to be slaughtered... I'm leaving..."

The illusory face was merely a spiritual imprint left by the soul, and this imprint was about to fade away, even the Ray Saint couldn't do anything about it.

Continuing to attack would only hasten the process.

However, at this moment, an unfamiliar calm voice rang out:

"Hold on!"

The voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

As if time and space had frozen with the utterance of these two words.

The illusory face, which was about to dissipate, hardened and returned to its original state.

Charles's face became extremely vivid at this moment.

Unbeknownst to them, a figure appeared in the hall.

This figure stood there, yet no one could see it clearly:

"If you're here, then leave."

The calm voice, accompanied by footsteps, seemed to echo in the hearts of everyone present.

Su Ping looked at the figure with his back turned to him, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

"Oh, my idol, I never thought I'd see you in person, and I'm so fortunate to meet you again... "

The illusory face formed by the spiritual power spoke exaggeratedly.

At this moment, everyone in the hall was stunned.

They had initially thought it was just an ordinary press conference, but some news had been leaked beforehand, indicating its importance. Some people wouldn't have come otherwise.

But after Su Ping dropped two bombshells, the legendary Necromancer Charles, renowned worldwide, made an appearance.

Now, even at the last moment, he had come in person.

The almost invisible illusory figure ignored the exaggerated face and said calmly:

"What is that? Take it out."

His voice carried an undeniable authority.

The illusory face showed difficulty:

"Master, I've already told that little doll that even with you here, you can't stop me from giving this gift to Su Ping."

"Now, I must tell you that even I myself, along with you, cannot remove this imprint."

Silence.

The entire hall fell silent, and Su Ping had a bad feeling about this.

What had this old monster given him? After the silence, Charles continued:

"As for what it is, I can only say it's related to the Celestial Tomb."

Related to the Celestial Tomb? The imprint?

A ripple of emotion flashed through Su Ping's eyes.

"Forget it, I'll take it out later. As for you..."

The illusory figure looked at Charles's illusory face indifferently:

"Do you think that by appearing in such a way, I can't do anything about it?"

"What are you talking about? You're hailed as the most powerful Beastmaster in human history, and I believe in your methods. But the times are changing, and a new era is coming! The essence of death's arrival lies in..."

The face didn't finish its sentence.

Suddenly, the figure froze in place.

Because the figure slowly uttered four words: "Trace the source."

Across the ocean, in the gloomy research institute within the grand necropolis.

As Mu Yu watched the black screen of the television, feeling a bit lost and tense, a teacher lying on the sofa nearby suddenly straightened up. Intense red flames instantly enveloped him, almost burning his entire body.

"Ah..."

A piercing howl echoed throughout the grand necropolis.

Mu Yu stared in disbelief at the teacher, who was like a shrimp being cooked in the flames, unable to resist even a little.

He didn't even know who his enemy was.

And at this moment, in the heart of the city on the other side of the ocean, a cry of an eagle, inaudible to ordinary people, resounded within the grand necropolis.

The next moment, the raging soul flames on Charles's body gradually subsided, but even so, the legendary Necromancer who had already transformed into the Lich Form, with the Soul Flame... This isn't over yet."

The voice carried a terrifying authority, causing Mu Yu to instinctively kneel on the ground, his body trembling.

Meanwhile, back in Dragon Nation.

In the hall, it was as if nothing had happened. The illusory figure and Su Ping had disappeared without a trace.

Only Qin Erlong remained, sighing as he looked at the chaotic hall, never expecting such an ending:

"Alright, get someone to clean up, and everyone who came today, sign a confidentiality agreement."

Behind the stage, Su Ping sat on the sofa, and before he could closely examine the figure, the figure extended its finger and spoke calmly:

"You rest first."

Almost as soon as he spoke, Su Ping felt an overwhelming sense of fatigue, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

End of Chapter

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