With a single sword strike, Asen Biers was killed—but the one who had drawn the sword was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Qi emerged with a grim face, activating the Earth Barrier. Cold sweat had already soaked the middle of his back. Luckily, someone had delivered that final stroke. Otherwise, the foundation he had painstakingly built for the Longshan Family would have been razed to the ground, and who knew how many people would have been implicated and sent to the stake.
In the future, he had to act with even greater caution. Without absolute confidence in a one-strike kill, the Apocalypse Knights must never reveal themselves.
Still grim-faced, he dealt with Asen Biers's still-bleeding corpse. Osmanthus Tree had already pulled him into the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse and swiftly begun studying just what this so-called Son of a God was—a descendant bred by a god and a human? Osmanthus Tree seemed rather skeptical of that claim, though who knew what conclusion he would reach.
Not long afterward, Osmanthus Tree slowly spoke within Lin Qi's spiritual sea. "A small discovery. This Asen Biers had been set up. His blood contains an extremely ancient cursed toxin. When he fought us just now, he believed he had used all his strength, but in truth, more than ninety percent of his combat power had been suppressed."
Light flickered in Lin Qi's eyes. Asen Biers had been plotted against? Who had been capable of administering such a toxin to him?
"This toxin is quite interesting. I roughly know where it came from. It seems someone within the Odin Temple did not want him to go on living. Very interesting indeed. Let me warn you: be careful not to get drawn into the Odin Temple's internal conflicts. We do not yet have the strength