Chapter 1029: Funeral, Silver King

"Twilight Society..."

The wind rose and clouds surged, the dawn rose.

Many Fire-Tampers in the Wuji Realm saw the group walking slowly into the street, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion... In the world’s cognition, the Twilight Society was a quite mysterious organization. They seemed to be everywhere, but except for a few individuals, others almost never appeared in the public eye.

This was also the reason why some people did bad things in the name of the Twilight Society without being immediately exposed. After all, perhaps even the Twilight Society members themselves didn't know who was in the organization.

But this time,

The Twilight Society had actually mobilized all its members?!

For the first time in history, the Twilight Society appeared before the world, under the sun, with such a large formation... Only then did everyone realize that those seemingly unremarkable figures possessed the power to overturn the entire realm.

"A Heart 6 actually brought the entire Twilight Society here??" Lan Yu said in disbelief,

"Who exactly is he?!"

"This is trouble..."

The Fire-Tampers and the Twilight Society were both regarded as extremely dangerous terrorists by the human realms. Although the Fire-Tampers had many members, all of them were Thief Divine Path, which led to them having extremely strong mobility in the dark and being able to do some incredible things...

The Twilight Society was different. All members were elites and monsters who were outstanding in their respective fields. In terms of frontal combat power, how could a group of thieves compare to a group of crazy perverts?

The Fire-Tampers were a little panicked, but that was all... because they knew this was their home turf.

Silver King, Wuji Lord, four Arbiters...

They had been rooted in this realm for too long; could they be easily overturned by a group of crazy outsiders?

Huang He and Lan Yu settled their minds. The next moment, they saw a familiar figure walking slowly out from among the Twilight Society members...

It was a man covered in dust, dressed in a sorry state. He wore a tattered white duck-billed cap, covering half his face, and two silver snake-shaped earrings swayed slightly in the sun.

He walked at the forefront, leading the Twilight Society members, passing through the bewildered crowd of people, and stopped in front of the chaotic ruins.

"Bai Ye, you actually dare to come back!!" Lan Yu said angrily immediately, "The King won't forgive you!!"

"Forgive?"

Bai Ye smiled slightly. He lifted the brim of his duck-billed cap by a corner, "I don't need the Silver King’s forgiveness... We appeared here for only one purpose..."

Thud!

Diamond 10 standing beside him stomped on the ground.

The next moment, coffin boards rose rapidly, splicing into a thick black long coffin in front of them. The coffin stood upright on the ground, facing the church, pitch-black like an abyss.

The Twilight Society members stood in the glow, their clothes fluttering gently in the wind. Bai Ye walked to the side of the coffin, a sharp murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He said faintly:

"Today... we hold a funeral for the Silver King!"

……

Funeral Realm, Nine Entombment Lords.

Until now, all the funeral targets of the Twilight Society were realms whose lives had reached their end... Ruoshui Lord, Aurora Lord, Demigod Yao Qing... The Twilight Society never interfered with the development of a realm, let alone intervened in its destruction.

But this time, they were going to take the initiative to hold a funeral for the Silver King.

The Silver King is still alive?

Then kill him, and then hold his funeral.

"Just by relying on you, you want to hold a funeral for the King?" Huang He sneered, "Your strength is uneven. You don't even need the King to take action personally; a few Arbiters can solve all of you..."

"Is that so?"

Diamond Q in the crowd spoke unhurriedly,

"Then you'd better pray... that they have time to deal with you."

……

Outside the church gate,

A figure shrouded in a shadow cloak seemed to have sensed something and turned slowly, the silver cloud embroidery on the cuffs fluttering silently.

If the Young Sect Master were here, he would recognize his identity at a glance. This was his own brother, the former Sect Master of the Esoteric Sect, the hope of the young generation of humans, one of the Arbiters, [Tianhuai].

And at this moment, this super powerhouse famous in the five great realms frowned involuntarily, as if sensing danger approaching, and looked toward the end of the long street...

In the direction where the morning sun rose, a slender figure holding a horse-chopping saber was walking toward here silently.

Club [K], Luan Mei.

Luan Mei wore a black cheongsam, like a black plum blossom blooming in the cold winter, stern and sharp. The blade of the horse-chopping saber pointed obliquely at the ground, and the silent murderous aura dragged a deep knife mark on the ground from a distance.

"A controlled puppet..." Luan Mei’s voice was cold, as if from the underworld,

"If it were normal times, I would have the interest to play with you... but unfortunately, today, the people in our sect are all in a very bad mood... If you don't want to die, you'd better not leave this street."

She raised her palm and grabbed her cold face lightly. Black flames passed silently, and a "Dan" role mask replaced her original appearance, exposed to the air!

In an instant, surging murderous intent wrapped around the black-clad Tianhuai. His figure was firmly imprisoned in place, as if falling into an ice cellar!

……

Tap tap—

The light sound of chopsticks tapping on the table echoed in the empty alley.

A rugged figure dressed as a farmer was already sitting on a chair at an open-air breakfast stall. He put the straw hat on his back on the back of the chair, yawned lazily, and held two chopsticks in his hand, tapping the table lightly...

Even though roaring explosions occasionally came from afar, he didn't react at all, just eating the flatbread in his hand lightly, as if even if the sky fell, it wouldn't be as important as eating.

As he ate half of the flatbread in his hand, another figure walked slowly from the alley. He glanced at the farmer who was eating with his head down and sat opposite him unhurriedly.

"Boss, bring a steamer of buns." The man said calmly to the breakfast shop.

But at this time, where was anyone in the breakfast shop... The riot in the Wuji Realm had made the residents completely panicked, and this breakfast shop was also empty. Even the flatbread in the farmer’s hand was brought by himself in his arms.

The farmer took a hard bite of the flatbread and grinned at the man in front of him:

"The boss isn't here, you'd better stay hungry."

"Oh? Is that so?"

As the man’s words fell, the farmer’s expression froze suddenly.

Because he saw that, at some point, a steamer of steaming buns had appeared out of thin air in front of the man, occupying most of the table, as if it were a prop changed from a storybook, making people’s index fingers move!

Rolling heat rose from the steamer. The farmer only felt a flash before his eyes, and that person turned into a colorful flower face, dreamlike in the smoke, making people feel palpitations just by looking at it...

Wen Renyou pulled two chopsticks from the edge of the table casually, and the next moment they turned into two bright machetes, crossing and piercing into the earth.

The cold light reflected on the farmer’s face. The colorful flower face slowly picked up a bun and took a bite:

"Eat well, eat slowly... You are only allowed to leave after you finish today."