Chapter 602: The Hidden Dragon Assembly Ends

The Holy See did not deliberately cover up the matter of Joseph's death, and it soon spread throughout the entire small island.

Those who learned of this incident could not help but feel an extra layer of caution in their hearts. After all, those participating in the Hidden Dragon Assembly were all geniuses of the younger generation; if such a genius were to be lost, it would be no small blow to any faction.

At the same time, some people harbored malicious thoughts; after all, snuffing out geniuses was their favorite pastime.

"Extinguish!"

Lingyun waved his hand casually, and a terrifying Source Power shredded a Shikigami that had hidden itself in his residence until it vanished into dust. Afterward, his formless Divine Sense spread into the formless Void, likewise shredding an entity of consciousness into fragments.

"Lingyun, which one is this?" Chen Jing asked, cracking melon seeds, her face full of curiosity.

"Hmm, the third one, I suppose!" Lingyun said, looking indifferent. "By this count, there should already be three Golden Core cultivators dead on this island."

"Tsk, they really are confident in their assassination methods!" Chen Jing couldn't help but curl her lip.

"With these three chickens sacrificed, the monkeys in the shadows shouldn't dare to act rashly anymore," Lingyun said.

"Lingyun, who do you think killed Joseph?" Chen Jing asked.

"Whoever killed him, it has nothing to do with us," Lingyun said.

"Then what if those people from the Holy See insist on pinning this hat on us?" Su Wanyue asked.

"Then we reason with them. As long as they can understand human speech, reason will prevail, won't it?" Lingyun revealed a smile.

When Lingyun said these words, for some reason, everyone in the Holy See shivered.

"Lingyun, your way of 'reasoning' really gave me goosebumps," Chen Jing said, shaking her body.

"Hmm, I just wanted to tell him a cruel reality: if I wanted to finish off that half-baked birdman, I could just walk up and auto-attack him; there's no need for any assassination methods. Even if they all came at me together, they couldn't stop me!" Lingyun said.

Joseph was dead, but the Hidden Dragon Assembly still had to proceed as usual. Geniuses from all walks of life displayed their various methods on the arena; in this process, some rose like new stars, while others fell like meteors.

There were quite a few minor episodes mixed into this Hidden Dragon Assembly. At least four young geniuses fell for various inexplicable reasons, and others were directly crippled, making it difficult for them to step onto the arena. However, these incidents all stayed far away from Lingyun and his group; after all, attacking them meant certain death, and the other party would remain unscathed. No one would engage in such a losing business.

"Netherfire Phoenix!" Su Wanyue let out a cold snort, and the phoenix fire on her body poured entirely into the Dark Holy Sword.

A phoenix cry rang out from the Dark Holy Sword, and a black fire phoenix surged out from the long sword, charging toward a man with blonde hair and green eyes.

Bulu's expression was grave. He had watched the battle between Chen Jing and Joseph and knew that Chen Jing possessed a long sword of terrifying power. However, he had not expected that Su Wanyue also possessed such a long sword; although the attributes were different, its power was not inferior to the one in Chen Jing's hand.

"Blazing Explosion!" Facing the black fire phoenix, Bulu could not help but mobilize all of his Supernatural Ability, and after amplification by the armor on his body, he released his most powerful move.

The armor on his body was seven or eight parts similar to the armor of Iron Man in the movies. This armor was the top creation of S. H. I. E. L. D., and its status within S. H. I. E. L. D. was no lower than that of the Judgment Sword in the Holy See. This armor possessed the ability to significantly enhance the user's Supernatural Ability, capable of raising the user's ability by several tiers.

Only a long cry was heard as the black fire phoenix directly pierced through the Blazing Explosion released by Bulu, slamming heavily into him and blasting him off the arena.

"Bulu, discard the armor!" Jerry, watching Bulu fall off the arena, saw his expression change drastically and hurriedly shouted.

Although Bulu did not know why Jerry said that, his long-standing trust made him immediately follow Jerry's words. Only a hum was heard from the armor on his body, and then it detached from him and fell to the ground.

"Sss—sss—sss—" The black flames danced unhurriedly on the armor.

But this dancing black flame made everyone present turn pale. Especially Bulu; his cold sweat had already soaked his back.

This armor, which resembled Iron Man's, was also famous throughout the Dark World. After all, during past campaigns, S. H. I. E. L. D. had often brought this thing out. The most famous aspect of this armor was not its amplification of Supernatural Ability, but its powerful defensive capability. Over hundreds of battles, large and small, this armor had even been struck head-on by a holy relic of the Dark Council; although the person wearing the armor was shaken to death on the spot, the armor itself remained unscathed.

But now, under the burning of this strange black flame, this powerful armor actually emitted bursts of wailing, and finally, it was completely melted into a pool of liquid.

"Gulp—"

Someone present swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and their gaze toward Su Wanyue held a trace of terror. Even S. H. I. E. L. D.'s armor was melted; if this kind of flame landed on a person, who could withstand it?

"My Lord, is this the reason you didn't let me engage with that woman?" Niluo, the Saint Son of the Dark Council, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked the Devil warlock beside him.

"Perhaps. I felt an inexplicable crisis from that group of people. My contractor told me that at least three Duke-level experts died at their hands," the Devil warlock's voice was very hoarse.

"Three Duke-level powerhouses? Those are equivalent to Huaxia's Golden Core-level powerhouses," Niluo said.

"I only know one thing now: they all once tried to use assassination methods against Chen Jing, and then they all died, and during this process, not a single one of them left their residence," the Devil warlock's tone was somewhat grave. "So, if you run into them, you had better be careful."

"I understand, my Lord," Niluo nodded repeatedly.

The duration of the Hidden Dragon Assembly was not long, only four days. But these four days were enough for the geniuses of the younger generation to distinguish the strong from the weak. Among them, the most famous were Chen Jing and Su Wanyue; the two of them almost swept through all the experts of the Hidden Dragon Assembly, their points ranking at the top. Of course, if their opponents had not brought out holy relic-level equipment, they would not have brought out their holy swords to fight.

"Tsk tsk, these two little girls are truly terrifying. I really don't know who raised them," an old man with flowing white hair watched Chen Jing walking down from the stage, his tone full of amazement.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, will I be as powerful as those big sisters in the future?" the little boy beside him asked.

"Hmm, if you, Xiaoyu, practice hard, you can be as powerful as them in the future!" the old man said, patting the little boy's head.

"The Hidden Dragon Assembly has passed; next is the Peak Martial Duel. I owed Long Jingtian a great favor back then, and now it is time for this old bag of bones to repay it!"