Chapter 444 Blood Congealing Knife
"Saintess, what did you find?" Minglei Douluo and Nangong Wan were always paying attention to the players on the field, but their attention was focused on Minglei Douluo's two disciples.
"I'm looking at number 66." The young man sitting at the long table had long, smooth black hair, which was slightly messy, but revealed an unruly charm. He had fair skin, delicate features, and a hint of coldness between his eyebrows. The most eye-catching thing was the teardrop mole under his right eye. The small black dot was just right at the corner of his eye, adding a bit of evil charm and temptation to his cold temperament.
But what attracted the evil soul masters was not Huo Yuhao’s disguised appearance, but his incredibly fast speed. His five dark golden claws continuously used various techniques such as cutting, slicing, drilling, tapping, scratching, and grinding to create the work. From beginning to end, he only used one hand, and did not even use a carving knife. He just used the sharp blade that seemed to be his own martial soul or soul skill to engrave.
The evil soul masters felt that they were not observing a game, but watching an extremely dazzling soul guide device making performance.
"Third brother, what would happen if your apprentice met him?" Feng Ling was also interested.
"It's hard to say. No matter which disciple meets him, I hope they can lose to No. 66 today. It won't be a bad thing for their future growth. Deputy Leader, that young man is not simple. He is definitely a genius soul guide! If possible, I would like to accept him as my disciple!" Minglei Douluo said excitedly.
Nangong Wan, who was sitting on the other side of the deputy leader, smiled and said, "The third brother is actually interested in talent. In this case, after the competition is over, I will find someone to communicate with him and see what he thinks."
"He may not be willing to be your disciple." Mu Xing suddenly poured a basin of cold water on Minglei Douluo. Another person came to snatch her away, which made her a little unhappy!
"What's the problem?" Before Minglei Douluo could say anything, Nangong Wan spoke first, "Just brainwash him."
Feng Ling snorted coldly, "Idiot!"
Nangong Wan's heart trembled, his expression changed slightly, and he bowed and said hurriedly: "Please tell me, Deputy Sect Leader."
"Brainwashing the soul guide, you are amazing." Mu Xing tilted his head, staring at Nangong Wan, making him feel uneasy. "Why don't you brainwash me? Is it because you don't want to?"
"Xiao Shi, you are different from them!" Feng Ling glared at Nangong Wan, "How can those lowly guys compare with you? You are the saint that the Holy Church has been waiting for for many years. You are the god who will lead us into the future and rule the world!"
"You should step down for now and don't make her angry in front of the Saint! After the game is over, go and check the origins of No. 66." Feng Ling then ordered coldly.
"By the way, Deputy Leader, the opponent of the young man number 66 is also worth winning over. Apart from anything else, the carving knife in his hand is a ranking carving knife!" Minglei Douluo himself is a ninth-level soul engineer and is familiar with all kinds of ranking carving knives.
"Then why hasn't he been robbed yet? A level 5 soul guide who came from a poor background, holding a ranking engraving knife, is no different from a child carrying gold through a busy city?" Mu Xing looked down at the tall building below that had just completed the production of the soul guide. Why does this guy look so... anxious? You know, the age limit for this underground competition is under 30 years old, but this guy is already bald.
Mu Xing admitted that she was a beauty lover. She liked everything good-looking, whether it was a person, an animal or an object. However, when she used her mental power to sense, she discovered that Huo Yuhao already had the idea of recruiting that person.
We can't reject talents just because of their looks, right? A level five soul master is already a five-ring soul king. Unless it's a special case like Huo Yuhao, who has abnormal mental power, a person can reach this level through self-study and is no older than 30 years old. His talent and hard work can be imagined.
At worst, we can restrict his activities at the Dragon Pavilion headquarters and just disappear...
"Saintess, you don't know that the family of contestant No. 48 was once quite famous in the Sun Moon Empire. Our sect certainly wanted to win them over, but his father didn't appreciate it, so we had to... but we didn't find the carving knife. This kid was protected by some of his father's old friends. It's not worth it to offend several soul guide families for a carving knife and expose our sect to the public too early." Minglei Douluo shook his head, "And only the inheritor of their family bloodline can use the carving knife, and every time it is used, it needs blood to activate it. If others can use it, the blood-condensed carving knife will undoubtedly be ranked in the top 30 carving knives on the list."
"Then why don't you catch him and keep him? Just let him bleed when you need the carving knife." Mu Xing turned around and showed a disgusted expression, "Some time ago, I heard the leader talking to that eunuch. He said that when he ascends the throne, he will establish the Holy Spirit Church as the state religion of the Sun and Moon Empire. With the support of the royal family, how difficult is it to make a lonely man disappear?"
"Once the person falls into our hands, won't it be easy to analyze his blood? If we capture him and study him, we might find something interesting." Mu Xing's starting point at this moment was no different from that of the evil soul master's high-level officials, and no one would suspect that she had other motives.
However, for Gao Dalou, being hunted by the evil soul master organization means that he will not have many choices if he wants to survive.
"The Saint is right. Second brother, as soon as today's competition is over, you must immediately send someone to capture contestant number 48!" Feng Ling nodded approvingly and gave orders to Nangong Wan.
"Number 66 wins." Mu Xing left the VIP room directly. No one stopped her, and no one asked her where she was going. These high-level evil soul masters were more sensible than the young evil soul masters under them.
The Black Kite Saint possesses tremendous power and autonomy within the church. Even the Supreme Leader has instructed that it is sufficient to contact her when she is needed, and that she must not be interfered with or asked about her private affairs at other times.
All the doors of the Golden Hall were opened and gamblers filed out. After a night of waiting, everyone's face was filled with fatigue.
At this moment, a man in black walked quickly into the central VIP room and whispered something in Nangong Wan's ear.
"Waste!" Nangong Wan shouted coldly.
Feng Ling's eyes moved slightly, "What?"
Nangong Wan explained awkwardly, "Our people lost track of them. Number 66 and Number 48 disappeared after they entered a dimly lit alley together."
"You are not good enough to accomplish anything, but you are more likely to cause trouble. You will have to explain it to the Saint Maiden later!" Feng Ling glared at him. "The Saint Maiden is obviously very interested in the ranking knife. Can't you see that?"