One Sword, Instant Kill—And You Call Yourself the Strongest Sequence

In the entire room, aside from Su Xing, only the assistant priest and Liu Shiyu remained. Everyone else had been chopped into chunks of flesh by Su Xing.

Gulp...

The assistant priest swallowed hard.

He had never imagined that this masked man's strength would so greatly exceed his expectations. As Su Xing walked toward him step by step, he realized he could not afford to hold back any longer. If he did, he would lose his life.

The power bestowed by Him...

Though precious, he had no choice but to use it.

A vicious gleam surged in the assistant priest's eyes. A floating bead in his dantian suddenly shattered, and a stream of pure black energy instantly poured into his dantian. Then he let out a strange, raspy cackle.

"Don't worry."

"Since you forced me to use His divine power..."

"I'll make sure to hold a grand and glorious Dirty Ritual for you!"

As the black energy filled him, an extremely eerie aura emerged from the assistant priest's body. A cold wind suddenly blew behind him, while the shadow on the ground seemed to boil, bubbling with countless tiny blisters.

This aura...

Faced with this sudden power, Su Xing showed no reaction. In an instant, he had already gauged the other man's strength—roughly on Shen Ruyun's level.

If it had been the old Su Xing, this aura might have greatly weakened his combat strength. But now, all Su Xing felt was excitement.

He licked his lips, held his wooden staff horizontally, and pointed its bloodstained tip at the assistant priest before him. He murmured, "Perfect. Let's see what's different about Sword Breathing after breaking through to the next level."

Half of the assistant priest's shadow turned into a flow of black liquid, spreading continuously across the ground until it reached Su Xing's shadow. Then it suddenly coiled around it.

Su Xing found that he could not move.

Looking down, he saw that his shadow had been tightly embraced by the other man's shadow. At the same time, Su Xing himself felt as though he were being held in a firm embrace.

What kind of sequence is this?

Su Xing recalled what Shen Ruyun had said.

Sequence users were also known as extraordinary people. These bizarre and varied sequences truly were fascinating.

If he had the chance, he needed to learn more about the various sequences. Otherwise, he would be at a severe disadvantage in battle.

But...

It was only a shadow.

Could it really control him?

The assistant priest showed no mercy. His arm was completely enveloped by shadow, transforming into a dark blade of shadow.

His speed suddenly soared.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Su Xing.

Su Xing could even see tiny black bubbles constantly emerging from the shadow blade on his hand, flowing along his arm like water.

"Die!"

"You should count yourself lucky to die by the hand of a second-tier sequence user!"

Buzz!

A sword cry suddenly rang out.

Cracking sounds erupted continuously from Su Xing's body, as though his movements were breaking free from some set of shackles. Yet this did nothing to affect the speed of his strike!

The sword cry rose, and white lines appeared.

White energy covered the wooden staff as it slashed upward in a diagonal arc.

The assistant priest's body seemed to freeze all at once. The strike had clearly not hit him. It had only cut through the air in front of him.

Yet he still felt it.

An incomparable cutting force surged wildly through his body.

He suddenly spat out blood. Dozens of cracks inexplicably appeared across his upper body, one after another, so dense that they made one's scalp tingle!

The assistant priest's upper body tilted slowly like a severed stone monument, then crashed to the ground and turned into a puddle of mangled flesh. The rest of him came apart like a toy assembled from building blocks, chunks of bloody flesh scattering all over the floor.

As though there had been a delay, countless white lines suddenly appeared around him only after his whole body had fallen apart into chunks of flesh. Counting carefully, there were more than thirty of them.

This was Su Xing's current full strength. The number of strikes had doubled from a dozen or so to over thirty. More importantly, Su Xing had finally confirmed that he possessed the ability to kill a second-tier sequence user.

Thud!

Liu Shiyu, who had been watching from the side, went weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground. Terrified, she lay there like a lump of soft flesh, unable even to stand.

"Big brother... don't kill me... I'll do anything you want. I... I only wanted to gain extraordinary power. I've never harmed anyone."

Liu Shiyu barely lifted her head and looked pitifully at Su Xing. Her face was caked with dirt and ash, making her seem like a completely different person from before.

"Heh, Student Liu. You hid yourself pretty well."

Su Xing walked over to Liu Shiyu, whose entire body had gone limp on the floor, and spoke with a hint of amusement.

This time, Su Xing did not lower his voice. He spoke in his most natural, fluent tone, the same voice he used while teaching class.

"C-Coach Su?!"

Liu Shiyu immediately recognized Su Xing's voice. Her entire body began trembling uncontrollably as she forcibly raised her head and stared in shock at the Sun Wukong mask on Su Xing's face.

What's going on?!

Coach Su... wasn't Coach Su an ordinary person?

Wasn't he under control?! This... this man who had barged in and started slaughtering everyone like an unstoppable force—first killing all the believers, then the peak first-tier user, then even the assistant priest... how could he possibly be Su Xing?!

The revelation hit her so hard that she froze, staring blankly at Su Xing. For a moment, she had no idea what to say or what expression to make. Her mind spun, and she nearly fainted before Su Xing's calm voice woke her again.

"Why does your Spirit Cult insist on holding Dirty Rituals everywhere?"

Su Xing spoke as casually and lightly as if chatting with a friend, but to Liu Shiyu, his voice sounded like a whisper from hell. Afraid that any delay in answering would turn her into minced meat, she hurriedly said, "Um... it's like this. Our Spirit Cult calculates contributions based on the number and quality of Dirty Rituals. The more contributions someone has, the higher their position in the cult, and the easier it is for them to come into contact with Him and receive blessings."

"Heh, so that's why you kept targeting my younger brother?"

"Because his quality was high enough?"

Su Xing's tone turned colder. Liu Shiyu clamped her mouth shut, not daring to utter another word, before she heard Su Xing speak again.

"Two final questions."

"How does He bestow blessings upon you?"

"And what is He planning to do?"

"Don't kill—"

Before she could finish, Su Xing cut her off. "I never said I was going to kill you. Just answer honestly. You know I like obedient students best."

"Um... I truly don't know what He plans to do. I only know that He gives people with positions a basic permanent blessing. The power of that blessing can last a long time, months or even years. Then members with merit receive temporary blessings, which usually only last a few hours."

"The strength of these blessings mainly depends on one's rank and the size of one's contributions."

"As for how He bestows blessings... I don't know that either. I only know that those who receive them suddenly gain entirely new powers."

Liu Shiyu finished speaking in terror. Seeing Su Xing nod, she hurriedly said, "You said you wouldn't kill me."

"Heh, I said I like obedient students. You've attended my classes too. Students who make mistakes have to get hit with a wooden sword. I only have a wooden staff here, so you'll have to make do."

With that said,

Su Xing brought the staff down on Liu Shiyu's head.

Crack!

With a crisp sound of breaking bone, Liu Shiyu's head was sent flying like a ball by Su Xing's blow. It smashed against the wall and burst like a rotten tomato.

After finishing this,

Su Xing was about to leave,

but black mist suddenly drifted out from the assistant priest's dantian and flew toward the window. Su Xing reacted quickly, sending a white line slashing after it.

But the black mist seemed to have no physical form.

It spread apart to both sides, completely untouched by the white line, then vanished from Su Xing's sight out of thin air.

Inside an ordinary residential building.

A scruffy man in a white shirt stained with several patches of grayish-black grime seemed to sense something. He suddenly opened his eyes and lightly waved his right hand. The dead assistant priest then appeared before him in soul form.

"Li Kong, what happened?"