Chapter 77: The Netherworld Pavilion

Seeing Su Haoming floating in the air, the armed personnel on the ship stood frozen, staring ahead in shock and terror.

In their eyes, his entire body radiated golden light, a golden halo hovered behind his head, and his eyes blazed like midday sun—brilliant and blinding, too intense to look upon.

Witnessing this divine, otherworldly spectacle, the armed personnel erupted in cries of astonishment.

Words like “God” and “Jesus” spilled from their lips, making the already chaotic deck even harder to control.

The heir of No. 4 snapped out of his shock, gazing at the golden-glowing divine figure in the air, gritted his teeth, snatched a rifle from a nearby armed man, and aimed it at Su Haoming before pulling the trigger.

“Tatata—”

A barrage of bullets shot forth, but all were deflected by the golden light surrounding Su Haoming’s body.

“It’s got defensive properties? I should’ve saved my Qi and not bothered maintaining the wind barrier…”

Su Haoming stared in surprise at the golden light enveloping his body.

Meanwhile, the heir of No. 4 noticed the golden light rippling under bullet impacts, his eyes lit up, and he roared: “Stay calm! He’s not a god—just a freak!”

“Open fire! All of you, open fire!”

“This golden light reacts to bullets—he won’t hold out long!”

At these words, the armed personnel raised their rifles and fired at the golden-glowing figure.

The cultivators hidden among the armed men also moved, launching their own techniques at Su Haoming.

The thick golden light rippled under the bullet impact; Su Haoming frowned, raised his hand, and instantly summoned a wind rope dozens of meters long.

“Huh? My spells are amplified too?”

Su Haoming’s face lit up with delight, and without hesitation, he swung his hand forward.

The dozens-of-meters-long wind rope lashed out, swallowing every bullet in its path.

Seeing this, the armed personnel on deck turned pale with fear and scrambled to either side.

But unfortunately, the wind rope was too vast—even their quick dodges couldn’t save them.

Amid screams, the armed personnel on deck were swept clean by the wind rope.

The cultivators surrounding him from all sides fared no better; they were struck directly and flung backward into the sea.

You should’ve said so earlier~

If you’d told us about these effects, why would they have worried at all?

Su Haoming laughed inwardly, then unleashed spell after spell without restraint.

What had been basic wind spells now became immensely powerful under the Qimen Array’s enhancement.

At the same moment, similar divine figures appeared on the other two large ships.

Fan Xian’s body burned with golden-red flames, floating in midair like a Super Saiyan, each punch and kick sending waves of golden-red energy surging forward like long dragons across the deck.

He Jing’s appearance was the most unusual—dark mists coiled around his body, making him look like a demonic heretic, chilling to behold.

He Jing was actually somewhat dissatisfied with this classic villainous image.

But what could he do? The one who added these effects was Lin Yu.

He couldn’t complain or blame him, so he vented his frustration on the enemies before him.

As for Xiang Yunye, his appearance was the most ordinary—from afar, he looked like a man who could fly; only up close could one see the water bands coiling around him and the blue light radiating from his eyes.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yunye was assigned the largest target among the four.

It wasn’t because he was stronger than the others, but because he was better suited to this maritime battlefield.

He hovered above the largest vessel, swept his sleeves, and summoned countless waves that surged upward, sweeping the armed personnel off the deck in all directions.

Moreover, his Qi, aided by the Qimen Array, had already seeped into the surrounding seas.

The entire ocean churned violently, forming massive whirlpools that dragged numerous smaller vessels into their depths.

“...Didn’t we agree not to go too hard?”

Feeling the excited, overstimulated spiritual fluctuations of the group members, Lin Yu’s face darkened.

Then he shook his head, his form flickering as he appeared before the bewildered Russian on the raft.

“You—”

Seeing Lin Yu suddenly appear, No. 2 widened his eyes and opened his mouth—only to see Lin Yu place a hand on his shoulder, instantly transporting them both through space into the meeting ship’s cabin.

The world shifted abruptly; No. 2 stared blankly, still confused, when he saw everyone around the round table rise, glaring in shock and fury at the two intruders.

“No. 2, what are you doing?!”

A blond Caucasian man glared at them.

Lin Yu glanced at him and recognized him as No. 4 of God’s Spear—the former head of the Stasi’s West Germany division.

Before Lin Yu could react, No. 3, who had also risen, suddenly struck No. 4’s throat with a palm strike.

No. 4 clutched his neck and collapsed into his chair, eyes bulging red as he stared in disbelief at No. 3:

“No. 3, you…”

“To disrespect the True Lord? Killing you is too lenient!”

No. 3 cast a cold glance at him, then bowed respectfully to Lin Yu.

Seeing this, the only one who hadn’t risen—a white-haired elder—glowered and growled: “No. 3, what is going on?”

No. 3 turned to Lin Yu; upon seeing Lin Yu nod, he looked down at the elder with pride: “I have pledged my loyalty to the True Lords of Baiyu Jing—and from today, you too shall share in this glory!”

“You betrayed the organization?!”

The elder’s face darkened.

Another white-bearded old man beside him frowned, puzzled: “If so, why hasn’t the Oath’s power activated?”

“Are you referring to this?”

Lin Yu smiled, lifting No. 2’s arm to reveal the Lancer of Longinus tattoo.

In the next instant, the cyan-blue tattoo glowed, then shattered instantly under some unseen force.

“What?!”

The white-haired elder finally leapt to his feet, staring at Lin Yu in disbelief.

“Who are you? How can you break God’s Spear’s Oath?!”

“Didn’t you hear? No. 3 already said—I’m the True Lord he spoke of!”

Lin Yu sighed helplessly, then turned to No. 3 and said coolly: “I’ve no patience for these people. No. 3, are you certain this old man is No. 1?”

No. 3 replied respectfully: “Yes.”

“Good.”

Lin Yu nodded, and his terrifying spiritual force instantly spread, engulfing the entire cabin.

During this, No. 1 and No. 5 stirred slightly, sensing Lin Yu’s method.

But unfortunately, even if they still held hidden cards and ultimate weapons, they could not stir any storm before absolute power.

Soon, everyone’s expressions calmed; No. 1, the white-haired elder, rose first, followed by No. 2, No. 4, and No. 5, bowing respectfully to Lin Yu.

“We pay homage to the True Lord!”

Lin Yu nodded, satisfied.

At that moment, he finally learned No. 1’s true identity.

This man was no ordinary figure—he had once been a legendary operative of a secret intelligence agency, never photographed, known among insiders as “The Man Without a Name.”

Everyone who knew of him believed he had died decades ago.

In truth, he had long since seized vast resources, faked his death, and used his old connections to co-found God’s Spear with others from the same intelligence circles.

Almost all of God’s Spear’s leadership were once prominent figures from that era’s intelligence underworld.

“KGB double agent, Stasi high official, CIA mole…”

“Each one a master of covert operations—no wonder you founded a killer organization…”

Lin Yu turned, marveling, toward the only one untouched by his mind control—No. 6, the white-bearded elder who had spoken earlier.

No. 6 stared in shock at the brainwashed men around him, fell silent for a moment, then whispered: “Why?”

Lin Yu said nothing, only glanced at the badge on his chest.

“Do you still believe in this?”

“….”

No. 6 looked startled, then lowered his head, tracing the portrait on the badge with his fingers, and sneered: “I’ve long lost the right.”

Lin Yu nodded, then said coolly: “Given you were once called ‘Comrade,’ I’ll spare your life this time. Return home, hand over your forces and personnel to No. 3, and… retire.”

With that, he turned and walked toward the cabin door.

No. 1 and the others didn’t even glance at No. 6—they simply stepped forward, silently following him.

Watching their retreating backs, No. 6 opened his mouth as if to speak, but finally sighed deeply and sank into long silence.

At the same time, all the ships were brought under control by Su Haoming and the others.

When No. 1 and the rest returned aboard their vessel, the armed personnel—who had already begun fearing and revering the group members—offered no resistance and immediately surrendered.

Thus, God’s Spear, from top to bottom, was fully absorbed by Baiyu Jing.

As for the group members’ first public appearance, though imperfect, it had nonetheless spread far and wide…

The next day, noon.

Chairman Zhao Fangxu sat in his office chair, gazing at Zhang Chulan and the others: “Do you know why I called you here?”

“I had a vague idea,” Zhang Chulan said, pointing to Wang Zhen, who grinned beside him, “but now that I see this guy here too, I’m confused about what you’re getting at, Chairman Zhao.”

Wang Zhen snorted: “What, can’t I be here?”

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes; before he could reply, Xu Si chuckled:

“Chairman Zhao, just say it outright—we’ll cooperate fully in the North China District.”

"Then I'll speak plainly."

Zhao Fangxu nodded and slowly uttered three words: "Bai Yujing."

Bai Yujing?

Zhang Chulan and Wang Zhen froze, unable to help exchanging a glance.

Zhao Fangxu nodded: "Yes, the Bai Yujing you encountered in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley."

Zhang Chulan couldn't help asking: "They've appeared again?"

Zhao Fangxu did not answer directly, but said calmly: "Three hours ago, the assassin organization Spear of God released word that it would change its name to Youming Pavilion..."

(End of Chapter)