HPDBC Chapter 3658
Chapter 3658
chapter 3658
however, this ji wuying looked colder and more reserved than the other ji wuying. his eyes were like those of a devil. within this dark palace, they emitted a spectral light that would give others chills.
those eyes did not appear to be the eyes of a human. they were like those of a wild beast, filled with a thirst to kill as if he lived to kill.
enpuda smiled and nodded. “excellent. your little brother’s talent has finally been reclaimed by you. you should thank long chen.”
“i will surely thank him. i’ll use my brother’s hand to kill him and express how grateful i am.” that man also smiled.
these two were twin brothers. they appeared almost identical. however, the one that guo ran had killed was called ji wuying, while this one was called ji wuming.[1]
the latter didn’t have the slightest grief over his brother’s death. instead, he was gratified.
“let me see your hands,” said enpuda.
ji wuming extended his hands. both of his palms were covered in heavenly dao runes, emitting boundless power. most importantly, there seemed to be some connection between his hands.
“good, very good! your ji family’s bloodline inheritance can only be perfectly displayed by your hands. your supreme bone can control time, but now your other hand can control space. when you become an immortal king, your supreme bones will undergo a heaven-toppling transformation. at that time, you will no longer have any rivals within the same realm. for you to be able to control spacetime, i, enpuda, have finally obtained a successor worthy of carrying on my legacy. when i pass down my full faith energy to you as well, i’ll watch as you sweep through everyone in this era. you will turn the bloodkill hall into a legend of the assassin world.” enpuda laughed delightedly when he looked at ji wuming’s hands.
“it’s all thanks to master that i could reach this point.” ji wuming knelt reverently.
“disciple will remember master’s teachings,” promised ji wuming, his head lowered.
enpuda looked at him. “why are you hesitating? say what you want to say. as long as it doesn’t offend lord brahma, it’s fine.”
ji wuming raised his head and nervously said, “compared to divine venerate brahma and master, disciple is naturally a frog at the bottom of a well. the light of a firefly doesn’t dare to compete with the moonlight. but you say that there are many people that i cannot match in the same realm? disciple... disciple doesn’t quite believe it. are you saying that i am still not a match for long chen?”
enpuda was silent for a moment. “long chen didn’t fight in the heavenly talisman star-field. but his aura is heavier than before. it was only through an ordinary photographic jade, so it’s difficult for me to judge his current strength. you have a pair of supreme bones now. although you can only control a trace of their space and time energy, you have mastered seventy percent of my assassination arts. i feel like if you were to fight, you would be relatively even. victory or defeat would likely depend on luck.”
“how can that be? is long chen really so powerful? he’s nothing more than an ascender from the lower plane. he has no foundation and has to fight for every bit that he obtains. as for myself, my ji family is one of the immemorial divine families. i am also the disciple with the purest bloodline. with my family’s foundation and your teachings, i’ve worked day and night at my cultivation. i’ve never slacked off. and even then, i can only barely match him?” asked ji wuming, unable to accept this.
it had to be known that long chen came from the lower plane. the lower plane’s spiritual qi, resources, inheritances, and other conditions were all inferior to the immortal world’s. to say that ji wuming was only a match for long chen, wasn’t that calling him trash?
“long chen is a variant. let alone you, even i cannot see through him. but when i said that there were others in the same realm who could beat you, i wasn’t talking about long chen. i was talking about dong mingyu.”
suddenly, enpuda pulled off the clothing on his chest, revealing a terrible wound. ji wuming cried out in shock.
“master, you...!”
[1] wuying = no trace, no shadow. wuming = no life.