Wang Qi truly could not make sense of what had happened.
Seriously, this was too absurd. Truly.
He had watched three flesh-worms suddenly leap out. One of them had seemingly intended to kill the powerhouse who was apparently Qingchao Zong, only for Qingchao Zong to kill that one in return. Yet the remaining two had ignored Qingchao Zong entirely, leaping out and stabbing each other with the posture of perishing together.
—What was this...
The scene was simply too bizarre, so much so that Wang Qi immediately ruled out the possibility of an "assassination."
Think about it. The story of "Jing Ke Assassinating the King of Qin" had been performed countless times, but aside from a very few comedies, had anyone ever seen Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang ignore King Zheng of Qin and start brawling in the Qin court?
Even if the director had decided that Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang bore the hatred of a slain father between them, there was no need to settle it at the very moment of the assassination, was there?
Wang Qi felt that the physical laws of the universe he inhabited were obvious, that the Law of Large Numbers operated with exceptional clarity. Even if he were a comic character, he was certainly not the protagonist of a comedy—Wang Qi was absolutely the protagonist of a serious drama.
So...
"What exactly is going on? Is this part of the ritual? Do they need blood for a sacrifice?" Wang Qi guessed.
But judging by the situation, it did not seem to be so.
According to the information he had gathered, this ritual clearly occurred once per generation. If every occurrence was this dangerous and required the sacrifice of so many powerhouses... how could the Hills still gather the likes of Two Venerables and