Chapter 167 - 29: Godslayer Dark Crown Prince

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The assessment for the Hunter Soldiers had concluded, but the storm it sparked was only just beginning. A Magic Scroll that could be sold for a thousand gold coins, whereas the cost of a blank memory scroll was merely eighty gold coins. This highly profitable transaction naturally attracted a great number of interested parties. However, it was soon discovered that the purchased Magic Scrolls were impossible to copy. Anyone attempting to replicate the scroll would find it immediately ignite and be destroyed, confirming that the creator of the Combat Magic Light Scroll had anticipated this and embedded a copy-protection Fire Magic Array within the scroll. This made the B-level assessment battle at Daoye Mountain all the more mysterious. Those who had bought the scroll viewed it as a boasting asset, and recently the most common question among the hunters of Daoye Mountain was not about the weather or what missions they had taken on, but whether you had gotten your hands on that Combat Magic Light Scroll. Meanwhile, no one cared about the losing team of the assessment - the Heihu Hunting Soldier Team’s whereabouts anymore. In the starless, moonless night, outside the Hunting Soldier Guard City of Daoye Mountain, on the vast boundless plain, there were only a few crooked, stunted trees. Hei Er and Hei San were hunched over, kneeling on the ground, and before them stood a formidable man. The man, with his back to them, was indistinct in appearance, but his towering physique and the deathly aura he exuded made the already eerie wilderness even more chilling. In his hands, he held an open Combat Magic Scroll, which documented the B-level assessment battle that took place in the Daoye Mountain Arena two days prior. When the Huangteng summoner approached Hei Si and chopped off his wrist, the man let out an involuntary grunt and snapped the Magic Scroll closed. "That wasn’t some remarkable combat skill; it was merely a medical technique. The opponent used a doctor’s surgical method," the man spoke with an iciness that could nearly drip water, and his voice sent shivers down Hei Er and Hei San’s spines. The operation method of a doctor, and to think, as proud warriors of Hou Qin’s Dark Camp, they were defeated by a mere doctor! Feeling as though they had been slapped in the face, Hei Er and Hei San lamented that the eldest and the fourth brother were dead, and they had not even had time to retrieve the bodies, just hastily purchased this Combat Magic Light Scroll to ascertain the true origin of that summoner. They had thought that their opponent would be some unparalleled hermit or possibly a secret spy sent by Great Zhou, but it turned out she was merely a doctor. "You have failed your mission and exposed Hou Qin’s spy identity. You know what should be done; I need not teach you anymore," the man still did not turn around, but his words were a death sentence for Hei Er and Hei San. Originally, Hei Er and Hei San were not doomed to die, but their identities had been exposed, and along with the Magic Memory Light Axis, returning to Hou Qin would be tantamount to uncovering the entire Dark Camp. The brothers had no choice but death. "Dark Crown Prince, please spare us brothers, we have already slain nearly a hundred C-level Hunter Soldiers of Great Zhou and have completed the tasks assigned by our organization. We beg of you!" Hei Er and Hei San pleaded, desiring to cling to life. Suddenly it was revealed that the man in black was actually the Prince of Hou Qin. The Prince of Hou Qin, of Dark Camp, held a notorious reputation across the Five Countries, his camp being Hou Qin’s finest espionage and assassination unit. In the Dark Camp, there are fifty First-class Martial Artists, all above the Martial Arts Sect Level; three hundred Quasi Second-tier Martial Artists, all above the Martial Venerate Level; and one thousand Third-class Martial Artists, all above the Great Martial Master Level. The four brothers of Heihu, though only at Martial Venerate levels, were cunning and brutal. Over the last two years, there was a looming potential for them to ascend from Third-class Martial Artists to Quasi Second-tier Martial Artists. The loss of four Quasi Second-tier Martial Artists at once was indeed a headache for the Dark Crown Prince himself. "Fine, I’ll give you a chance. I’ll count to ten. After ten, if I make a move and you manage to escape, I’ll spare your lives," the Dark Crown Prince seemingly couldn’t bear it as he spoke. As soon as his words fell, Hei San, who was kneeling on the ground, jumped up and frantically ran towards the vast wilderness to the south. However, Hei Er was like a fool, kneeling on the ground, unmoving. The Dark Crown Prince did not even lift his eyelids, only his deep voice could be heard counting: "One, two..." By the time he counted to ten, Hei San had already run thousands of meters away. Such a distance would require a Mage to strike successfully, yet the Dark Crown Prince himself was a Martial Artist. A Martial Artist whose cultivation was unfathomable and who had never shown his prowess in front of his subordinates before. The wind seemed to blow even fiercer. Hei Er, still kneeling on the ground, dared not even lift his head. All he could see were the Dark Crown Prince’s feet. Suddenly, those feet clad in dark battle boots vanished, and the Dark Crown Prince’s figure merged into the night. In the distance, as Hei San made a desperate attempt to escape, a burst of blood mist erupted from his body, tearing him into two halves. The Dark Crown Prince’s hand, one covered in fine scales and not at all resembling a human’s hand, effortlessly pierced through Hei San’s body. Both Hei San and Hei Er clearly saw how he made his move. Clad in battle armor, Hei San had no ability to resist and was brutally torn into halves. The stark darkness of the night was lit by the crimson glow of the Dark Crown Prince’s eyes. His face was also revealed. It was a resolute face, brimming with masculinity, topped with wild, black hair. The Dark Crown Prince was like a lone wolf in the desert, casually tossing Hei San’s body away as if it were scrap paper. "Why didn’t you run?" The Dark Crown Prince didn’t immediately kill Hei Er. If he remembered correctly, among the Hei family’s four brothers, Hei Er was the one with the most meticulous mind. "The Crown Prince has successfully merged with the Beast King’s Blood. Under the heavens, apart from those few top beings, no one can escape from your grasp," Hei Er’s face was deathly pale, and within just a few days, he was the only one left of the Hei family brothers. To him, life and death seemed not so frightening anymore. "You’re smart. Give me a reason not to kill you," the Dark Crown Prince’s hands, where fine scales quickly receded, reverted back to their original form— a pair of elegant, aristocratic hands. "This subordinate knows he has severely damaged the face of Hou Qin and deserves death. However, during this visit to Daoye Mountain, this subordinate encountered someone I believe the Dark Crown Prince would be interested in," Hei Er licked his dry lips, hoping to make amends. "Who?" The Dark Crown Prince seemed somewhat interested. "Xianju, Divine Wind King," Hei Er said, then tore open a wound on his forehead, a wound left from being sneak-attacked with a rock in the Arena a few days ago, still bearing remnants of Elf Magic’s magic power.

Chapter 167 - 29: Godslayer Dark Crown Prince

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