One Sword Instant Kill, and You're the Strongest Sequence, Chapter 16

If he absolutely had to go somewhere... perhaps someone wanted to see him.

But why did that person want to see him?

Could they be planning to use him against Su Yu?

So Liu Shiyu was actually with the Spirit Cult?

Su Xing narrowed his eyes, a faint killing intent surfacing within them. He watched Liu Shiyu lead the way ahead of him, dragging the hem of her dress. She was only about five feet tall, but carried an indescribable aura. She seemed like an entirely different person from the cute, obedient Liu Shiyu he knew.

Su Xing suddenly found it amusing. The student he had once considered the most well-behaved had turned out to be the one who had hidden herself most deeply among all his students. Unfortunately, she had chosen the wrong target.

Very soon,

they finally arrived at their destination.

An abandoned factory deep within the woods.

The entire abandoned factory was charred black, giving off an unnatural burnt smell. Huge swaths of red paint covered its walls with glaring, unsettling phrases such as "Heartless Capitalists" and "Give Me Back My Son's Life."

Apparently, a fire had broken out here several years ago, killing quite a few people. The upper management had fled outright, leaving the factory abandoned.

Su Xing followed Liu Shiyu all the way to the factory entrance.

The smells of burnt ash and paint rushed straight into Su Xing's nostrils. Even after all this time, they showed no sign of fading.

Liu Shiyu knocked on the somewhat dilapidated iron door, producing three dull thuds. Then, in an incomparably respectful tone, she said,

"Assistant Priest, I've brought the person back for you."

The next moment, the door opened from within.

Dragging her red dress behind her, Liu Shiyu swayed her way through the gate with small steps. Before Su Xing could react, a burly man rushed out, grabbed him, and shoved him inside, shouting,

"Get in there! Behave yourself!"

Su Xing's body merely swayed slightly under the man's shove. Honestly, that little strength was no different from child's play to him.

Su Xing steadied himself, then turned to glance back. His eyes were icy, as though he were looking at a dead pig about to be served on its owner's table.

The burly man felt every hair on his body stand on end. It was like being stared down by a lion in the wilderness, making his heart seem to stop for a moment.

Yet a sense of humiliation and anger rose within him. He was a member of the Spirit Cult, yet an ordinary nobody had actually startled him.

With that thought, he immediately raised his hand high and brought it down at Su Xing. But Su Xing bent at the waist and smoothly dodged the slap, then stepped into the factory.

Watching Su Xing's back, the man forcibly suppressed his anger and silently followed behind him.

This was someone the Assistant Priest had specifically requested. No matter how furious he was, he could not defy the Assistant Priest in front of him. Otherwise, he could forget about ever entering the Transcendent realm. Still, he cursed inwardly,

After this is over.

I'll beat you to death.

Once inside the factory, the burnt smell and paint fumes from outside abruptly vanished. Part of the interior had clearly been cleaned up.

Su Xing immediately spotted the man seated in the middle of the factory. He wore the standard attire of the Spirit Cult. Liu Shiyu was leaning against his back, massaging him while bringing her crimson lips close to his ear to whisper something.

"Assistant Priest, I've brought Su Yu's older brother back for you."

"This time, I can receive His blessing, right? I've been looking forward to this day for a very, very long time."

"Hehe, you dressed up so beautifully today. How could I deny you? Come to my room tonight. I'll definitely satisfy you."

"You're awful..."

The two whispered to each other. Nearby stood a man in a suit, wearing black sunglasses and holding a katana that gleamed coldly in his hand. He looked somewhat like someone from an island nation.

Aside from those few,

several others sat in the back of the factory playing cards. Every time they played a card, they slammed it hard onto the table and shouted, "Pair of twos!" as if they had unleashed some ultimate move.

These card players all wore Spirit Cult attire as well. They were likely cultivators—or perhaps believers—under this Assistant Priest's command.

To be honest, although Su Xing had no favorable impression of the Spirit Cult, it was still supposedly a religion. He had expected them to read incomprehensible scriptures or preach mystical nonsense all day. Instead, the followers in the back did not look religious in the slightest. They seemed more like gangsters.

"Hehe, Coach Su, right?"

"Please, have a seat. Someone, bring Coach Su a chair."

At the words of the man called the Assistant Priest, the burly man who had been following behind Su Xing reluctantly walked aside, brought over a light-blue four-legged plastic stool, and placed it behind Su Xing.

Seeing that the chair was in place, the Assistant Priest extended a hand in invitation and said,

"Sit."

Su Xing said nothing and sat down directly.

The moment he had entered, he had already sensed that no one here was particularly strong. If he wanted to leave, no one should be able to stop him. So, Su Xing intended to see exactly what these Spirit Cult people were trying to pull.

"Hehe, you can call me Assistant Priest. It may feel awkward now, but eventually, you'll definitely find the title rolling off your tongue."

The Assistant Priest took out a cigarette from his pocket and raised it over his shoulder. Liu Shiyu respectfully took out a lighter and lit it for him. Wisps of smoke drifted upward. He spoke unhurriedly, taking quite some time to finish each sentence before continuing,

"Coach Su, I'll address you as Sister Liu does. Do you know why I called you here?"

Su Xing shook his head. "I don't."

"Hehe, it's normal not to know. But... you'll find out very soon."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Su Xing felt as though his body had suddenly gone numb. The sensation immediately put him on high alert, and he instantly realized where the problem lay.

It was the cigarette in the Assistant Priest's hand.

That was not an ordinary cigarette. It was likely a physical manifestation of some Sequence, perhaps one with an effect like "hypnosis" or "body control."

With his body on the verge of slipping out of his control, Su Xing's mind worked with exceptional speed. In the blink of an eye, he had analyzed most of the situation.

He felt an external energy flow into his body through the secondhand smoke, crazily trying to seize control of him as it approached his dantian.

However...

when that energy invaded his dantian, the sword within Su Xing's body let out a resonant hum, as casually as if it had kicked a stray dog to death by the roadside.

In an instant, it completely suppressed the invading energy. Yet it did not crush it outright. Instead, it stored it away as though preserving a snack.

"Hehe, now you know what I intend to do, don't you?"

The Assistant Priest slowly stood up, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. He could sense that his Sequence energy had not dissipated, but it had also stopped advancing. That meant Su Xing had been completely controlled by his Sequence.

His Sequence was simple.

It could control anyone whose realm was lower than his own.

Hehe, Su Yu's biological older brother was merely an ordinary person. Controlling him would surely be effortless.

He might have been easy to control, but he was the perfect tool. As long as he held this tool in his grasp, taking down Su Yu would be easier than eating or drinking.

Just thinking about personally capturing the holder of the Judgment Sequence, then offering Su Yu to the great Him afterward, made his heart race. That would surely earn him a blessing unprecedented since the founding of the Spirit Cult! It would be worth far more than thousands, even tens of thousands, of Dirty Rituals!

At that time, he might even be promoted directly to Bishop, skipping past Priest, High Priest, and Assistant Bishop, gaining power he had never even dared to imagine before!

At that thought, a vicious grin spread across his face. It felt as though he was only one step away from the pinnacle of his life. Looking at Su Xing sitting there blankly, he found him more and more pleasing to the eye. Then he waved a hand and said,

"You can go back for now. Don't let anyone become suspicious."

"When we make our move against Su Yu, we'll notify you."

"Yes, Assistant Priest."

With that, Su Xing stiffly rose from the chair and turned to walk toward the exit. He froze with every step, as if he had truly lost control of his body, only gradually recovering the smoothness of his gait after taking several steps.

After leaving the factory, Su Xing lowered his head, shadows covering his face.

If anyone had seen his expression at that moment, they would have discovered that his previous dullness and stiffness had vanished without a trace. All that remained was a chilling sneer.

"Hehe, using me to deal with my little brother... you've got some nerve."

Su Xing's voice was low and cold, like an echo from the depths of hell. A Sun Wukong children's mask had appeared in his hand.

Su Xing had casually picked it up from a corner of the factory on his way out. It was covered in dust, likely left behind by some child who had come here on an adventure.

Rather than leaving, Su Xing went nearby and found a thick wooden stick. Then he picked up some dirt from the ground and smeared it over his clothes, changing their color. Finally, he gently put the Great Sage mask over his face.

When it came to slaying demons and exterminating evil, it still had to be the Great Sage Sun.

"Assistant Priest, is Coach Su one of us now?"

Liu Shiyu lay limply in the Assistant Priest's arms, her right arm looped around his neck as she stroked his earlobe. She spoke softly, her face filled with indescribable tenderness and flattery.

"Haha, of course! I can sense that my 'Control' Sequence has entered his body along with the cigarette smoke. As long as I activate my Sequence, he'll obey me like the most loyal slave."

"Just like this man beside me."

The Assistant Priest glanced at the man from the island nation in the suit beside him, the corners of his mouth splitting into an arrogant grin.

"This time, I'll definitely take down that Su Yu. The entire Special Department will be furious by then, won't they?"

At that thought,