# 319
Chapter 319 – Two Believers
Boom—!!
An earth-shattering explosion erupted behind the prison block. Blinding flames swallowed every steel mosquito in an instant; under the combined barrage of the two war mummies, all eerie tricks looked pale and feeble.
Rolling smoke spiraled upward. In the surging firelight, Lin Qiye returned to his original form, gently patted Mumu’s head with doting affection, and sent the little guy back to its own world.
With every steel mosquito annihilated, the bearded man’s figure never reappeared—he had vanished along with each mosquito’s death, scattered like smoke.
Put simply, Lin Qiye had blasted him to death.
Not just him; the gaunt man nearby was caught in the blast as well. One leg was blown off, leaving only a mangled torso that hid behind Old Zhang’s barrier, howling in agony.
Also behind the barrier was Han Jinlong, whom Old Zhang had snatched away in the chaos moments earlier.
The three of them huddled behind the cracked barrier, watching Lin Qiye stride closer, terror flooding their eyes!
Too terrifying!
This teenager was simply too terrifying!
They were all in the “River” realm—so how could he alone steamroll four of them? In mere minutes: one dead, two crippled…
They couldn’t comprehend what was happening, just as they hadn’t understood back in the cafeteria when Lin Qiye had taken down over twenty men by himself.
Everything seemed to have changed—yet nothing had changed at all…
“Wait!” Old Zhang swallowed hard, as if reaching a decision, and spoke nervously. “You want to kill Han Jinlong, right? He’s yours! Kill him and let me go! I swear I’ll never show up in front of you again!”
Han Jinlong, sprawled on the ground, turned his head and glared at Old Zhang. “You crazy? If I die, you’re not walking out of here either!”
“Damn it, I just won’t take the sewer! I’ll risk the main gate—anything’s better than dying with this jinx!”
With that, Old Zhang dropped the barrier and kicked Han Jinlong out.
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed at the sight. Just as he was about to speak, a figure silently stepped out behind him…
Lin Qiye’s pupils shrank!
Without thinking, he flashed sideways. The instant he moved, a metal shard sliced past his scalp, shearing off a lock of black hair.
Half a second later and it would have been his head.
He retreated more than ten meters before steadying himself, frowning at the two figures emerging from the darkness, his gaze grave.
“Huh? He dodged? Pretty impressive reflexes…”
Fourth Seat halted, studying the wary Lin Qiye in surprise. Metal sheets torn from the steel walls hovered around him, glinting coldly.
Sixth Seat walked up beside him and nodded. “For a little River-realm kid, not bad… but let’s handle business first.”
They shifted their gaze from Lin Qiye to Han Jinlong, who lay paralyzed on the ground.
Han Jinlong managed to turn his head. The dancing flames lit the newcomers’ faces, and the moment he recognized them, his expression turned ashen.
He knew—today, he wouldn’t leave this place alive.
Sixth Seat strolled over, crouched, grabbed Han Jinlong’s hair, and yanked his head up, smiling into his eyes.
“Han Jinlong, we meet again.”
Han Jinlong parted his cracked lips and rasped, “There might be some misunderstanding between us…��
“Misunderstanding?” Sixth Seat raised a brow and slapped him hard. “Weren’t you quite the tough guy back then? Not so tough now, huh?”
Han Jinlong’s cheek swelled instantly. He’d never suffered such humiliation. Already furious from Lin Qiye and Old Zhang, and knowing he was doomed, his blood surged.
Rage flared in his eyes. He spat out a broken tooth and snarled hysterically, “Damn it, I know I’m dead meat! Do whatever you want—kill me, carve me, just—”
Boom—!
Before he could finish, steel bars ripped from the building behind and shot like lightning at Old Zhang and the gaunt man trying to sneak away. Even the barrier Old Zhang hastily raised was paper-thin; the bars punched through.
Blood sprayed everywhere!
“Sorry, someone ignored us—had to tidy up,” Fourth Seat said, turning back to Han Jinlong. “What were you saying?”
Han Jinlong stared dumbly at the two pulped corpses, warm blood spattered across his face. The heroic speech he’d prepared stuck in his throat.
“I… I…”
From a distance, Lin Qiye watched the entire scene, heart in his throat.
He’d seen these two before—members of the Believers. When Fourth Seat had approached, Lin Qiye’s mental perception hadn’t sensed a thing. If not for Mortal Divine Realm tracking the metal shard and the terrifying reflexes granted by Starry Night Dancer, he’d already be dead.
He estimated Fourth Seat was at least “Boundless” realm. Though he hadn’t seen Sixth Seat act, the man couldn’t be much weaker.
Two Boundless here—Lin Qiye had zero chance of victory.
He’d considered slipping away, but seeing Old Zhang and the gaunt man insta-killed told him rash movement would only invite earlier attack.
However strong Lin Qiye was, escaping two Boundless while two major realms behind was nigh impossible.
Perhaps the wisest choice was to wait and watch.
Lin Qiye stood silently aside as the two Believers tortured Han Jinlong for a full ten minutes. Only when Han Jinlong’s consciousness was completely extinguished did they finally kill him.
Even Lin Qiye frowned at the gore.
Finished, they turned to him. Fourth Seat studied him a moment, then spoke slowly:
“I know you, Lin Qiye. Lord Yiyu issued an absolute kill order on you.”
“Oh?” Sixth Seat’s eyes lit up as if recalling something. “So you’re Lin Qiye? Heh, didn’t expect this mission to bag Wu Tongxuan and a double-agent of two gods in one go—quite the profit.”