Spare Me, Great Lord!
chapter-467

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

While the connoisseur recognizes the artistry, the layman simply enjoys the show. Thus, to outsiders, the news was only a topic for after meal conversations but to the members of the Heavenly Network, they were well aware of the complications behind Lu Shu’s ability to kill Nogiwa Takenobu.

Nowadays, the six Class A’s were the center of attention of the world. Two from the Heavenly Network, one from the Golden Foundation, one, whose identity remained unknown, that fought with Li Xianyi at Koh Chang remains, one from the Phoenix Society, newly ascended at the North Pole, and the last one was a priest from the Department of Faith Theory, ascended over the Arctic Ocean.

But that did not mean that Class B auras would be eclipsed by them. Still, Class B’s were the representation of the strongest power in the cultivation realm.

Yet, a Class B pro from the Collection of Gods was still slain by a 17-year-old Class C from the Heavenly Network. The incident itself was unbelievable.

Now, in the aftermath of the young man’s assassination, many people were giving it a serious thought how many young geniuses the Heavenly Network actually had.

A battle between the Heavenly Network and the Collection of Gods was looming over the horizon. Everyone knew it. How could the Heavenly Network be expected to suffer such indignities silently?

All of a sudden, the request for a confrontation grew increasingly louder across the Network, like a pot of boiling, bubbling water.

Some people felt pitiful for the death of a genius at such a young age. If he could kill a Class B at Class C, what kind of monster would he become when he ascended to Class B?!

Meanwhile, the incident felt surreal for Class A aptitude geniuses who went to the Capital with Lu Shu. How could a boy who was lively and healthy in front of them a few months ago suddenly disappear like this?

…

Led by Hao Zhichao, more than a hundred people stood solemnly outside the courtyard in the Liuhai Lane. They were the pursuers of Lu Shu and Chen Zuan in the Capital that night.

Riding on the autumn breeze, a leaf flew off from the walnut tree branch and finally rested itself on Hao Zhichao’s shoulder.

The door creaked open. Shi Xuejin gathered his sleeves together and asked calmly, “What wind blows you here?”

“We want to avenge him,” replied Hao Zhichao, composed.

Shi Xuejin raised his eyebrows. “Are you close to him?”

“No. We wanted to treat him to a beer after the pursuit the other time so that we could trick him again. But he is gone before the beer. We cannot forgive this,” Hao Zhichao said.

“Only this?” Shi Xuejin gazed up at the sky. “Go back. Heavenly King Nie has his plans.”

“Okay.” Hao Zhichao’s team left immediately with no hesitation, because they knew Nie Ting would take the matter even more seriously than they did. Perhaps this was also the reason they were willing to risk their lives in Nie Ting’s leadership.

Slowly pacing back to the courtyard, Shi Xuejin smiled at Nie Ting who was sitting on his chair. “You probably didn’t expect that mean kid to be so popular, right?”

Nie Ting looked up. “Isn’t it just nice?”

Why did he need to be popular?

Only Shi Xuejin understood Nie Ting’s meaning. The position of the ninth Heavenly King was still vacant.

…

Chen Baili was standing in front of a window in South Tibet. Suddenly, a ringtone broke the peace. The old priest retrieved a touch-screen phone from his pocket. A very strange scene indeed.

However, he did not feel like answering the call upon seeing the caller’s name on the screen. It was a super long contact name called “The most useless little fatty of the Chens”.

After a 10 second pause, Chen Baili picked up the call in the end. “Yes, Zuan?”

Before he could react, he heard wailing bursting out from his phone. “Granduncle, you must avenge Lu Shu. Kick their asses…”

Chen Baili was worried that Chen Zuan would dirty his robe with his snot even from across the phone. “Get lost.”

…

In North Europe, a palace was erected from towering mountains half a year ago, surrounded by clouds and fog all year round.

The mountain range was then renamed to Mt. Holy Asa due to the sudden appearance of the palace.

A motorcade drove uphill along the wide and flat road. The Deities were never short of money.

Their movement slowed down within the mountains. Those clouds and mists provided a natural barrier from the outside world, mystifying the activities inside. It had always been a hotly debated topic among the Northern Europeans about the real lives of the Deities.

Coral’s team did not return immediately after the closure of the remains. They arrived at Mt Holy Asa only after half a month later.

“We are almost there. You’ve written quite a number of letters along the way, Coral. Are you going to mail them out in one go?” a Class B expert asked.

Coral blushed and smiled. “I want to record down my life for him to read.”

The Class B gazed outside the window, distress all over his face. He could not expect how Coral’s father would deal with this matter.

Suddenly, the mists gave way to the majestic silhouette of a palace. Two five-meter-tall knight sculptures stood dignifiedly outside its gate, each holding an inverted giant sword in its hands. They were clad in brass helmet and iron armor.

Even people of the Deities could not tell whether they were living or dead. Some people claimed that they had heard breathing sounds from the giant knights in the most silent of nights.

Everyone alighted from the cars in front of the palace. They saluted the sculptures as they believed that the knights could be their ancestors, guarding the Deities from harm.

At this moment, the leader received a call. Soon, he frowned, and turned to Coral. “Lu Shu from the Heavenly Network has been assassinated. Confirmed. News from the Heavenly Network itself. There could be a war between the Network and the Collection of Gods.”

Everyone was shocked. Lu Shu was dead? Coral had been mentioning his name more than ten times every day. How could he be suddenly gone?

All of them turned to look at Coral, who was simply standing still, her head lowered. Her delicate face was blurred in the shade.

In the next instant, the leader suddenly roared, “Back down! Everyone! Back down!!”

When they were more than twenty meters away, immense thunder erupted from Coral, blowing up the entire car fleet around her. When she raised her head, everyone could see that her pupils had been replaced with endless lightning.

Thunderbolts overflowed from her eyelids, sliding down her cheeks like tears.

No one would have expected Coral to suddenly awaken to their ancestors’ divine bloodline. She had ascended to Class B from D at one stroke.

But there was no fear. What everyone could see was just a poor little girl who had just lost the love of her life forever.