# 655
Chapter 656: Ugliness and Redemption
On the other side.
Heavy rain poured down on the members of the Black Slayer Group who were prostrated on the ground. They widened their eyes, staring at Shen Qingzhu who stood at the front of the group. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
What... what did the Big Boss just say?
He wants to kill the Oracle Envoy?!
Has he gone mad?!
Across from Shen Qingzhu, the red-robed Oracle Envoy's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
"Kill me? What arrogant words..."
Crack—!
Bang—!!
Before his words even finished, Shen Qingzhu moved like lightning, raising his arm. In his palm, a black gun was aimed at the Oracle Envoy's left eye, and he pulled the trigger.
Sparks burst from the muzzle as a bullet tore through the rain curtain at an astonishing speed!
The red ring of light in the Oracle Envoy's left eye instantly contracted.
Before the bullet could touch the Oracle Envoy's body, a scorching red glow appeared at the bullet's tip, melting the projectile at an alarming rate. By the time it reached the Oracle Envoy, it had softened to the consistency of modeling clay, unable to cause any damage whatsoever.
The red-robed Oracle Envoy gazed calmly at Shen Qingzhu and slowly raised his palm: "Seeking death."
Scorching lines of fire materialized in the air as the surrounding temperature rose rapidly. The rain falling from the sky evaporated into hazy mist before even touching the ground, spreading across the street.
At the same time, the earth beneath the red-robed Oracle Envoy's feet cracked and shattered. Scorching magma and flames churned through the fissures, spreading outward like a crimson spider web, eventually covering the entire street.
The pitch-black night sky was illuminated crimson. In the center of the spider-web-like fire patterns, the red-robed Oracle Envoy stood silently, as if he were the master of flames.
[Pure Land] Oracle Envoy No. 4, "Fire Disaster."
Flames erupted from the crevices in the ground, igniting the clothing of the prostrated pedestrians. The scalding ground was like a red-hot iron plate, roasting their bodies. They instinctively scrambled to their feet, desperately trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
One by one, car fuel tanks were ignited and detonated violently, roasting the surrounding people into living fireballs. Screams of panic, wails of agony, and cries for help echoed ceaselessly through the air. The entire mortal world had turned into hell.
Chaos erupted everywhere.
The red-robed Oracle Envoy furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly annoyed by the noisy atmosphere. The red ring of light in his left eye rotated once more, and the fireballs wrapped around the pedestrians suddenly burst with blinding brilliance, swallowing their figures whole.
The cacophony of screaming diminished sharply, replaced by the heavy thuds of charred corpses hitting the ground.
Those who had gotten up a little later, and those who had fortunately not been touched by the flames, witnessed this scene. Their faces turned ashen. They stared in terror at the man in the red robe, their eyes filled with infinite fear.
They clenched their teeth tightly, trembling as they sank back to their knees on the ground. Regardless of the scalding earth charring their palms and knees, their bodies shook uncontrollably. Even as their tears evaporated instantly, they endured the agony, not daring to make a single sound.
If they didn't bow to the Oracle Envoy, those burned alive would be their fate.
They were created by the gods, everything they had was a gift from the divine. Before the messengers of god, they had no right to raise their own voices.
So what if it hurts?
At least they could survive...
The members of the Black Slayer Group were indeed resilient. Almost none of them had risen from the ground, and precisely because of that, the insides of their palms were completely charred. Their expressions twisted in agony as they could only whimper softly in helplessness.
But if this continued, the vehicles around them would inevitably catch fire, and then none of them would survive.
An asphyxiating despair hung over everyone's heads.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out in their ears.
"Go."
Asakura Ken and the other Black Slayer Group members lifted their heads simultaneously, staring at the figure draped in flowing cloud feathers, standing calmly before everyone.
Shen Qingzhu turned his head, his gaze sweeping across them. Once again, an indisputable authority blazed in his eyes!
"Go!"
This word's pronunciation was something Lin Qiye had taught him in advance, meant for him to lead the Black Slayer Group members to retreat after completing his mission. Who would have thought he would use it here.
Shen Qingzhu's decisive voice echoed through the street. At this moment, all the Black Slayer Group members froze. They stared at Shen Qingzhu, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Go?
Wouldn't that inevitably incur the Oracle Envoy's wrath?
Why was the Big Boss telling them to run?
Asakura Ken knelt on the ground, staring blankly at Shen Qingzhu's back as his heart churned with conflict.
If they ran, they might be killed by the Oracle Envoy. If they stayed, the cars would eventually explode, and they would still die...
Given that, why couldn't they trust the Big Boss one more time?
All this time, when had the Big Boss ever harmed them?
The Big Boss was always so wise. If he told them to go, there must be a reason!
Watching the flames licking out from the ground begin to burn the body of the car beside them, a decisive light finally flashed in Asakura Ken's eyes. He leaped to his feet and bellowed at the Black Slayer Group members behind him:
"Listen to the Big Boss! We're leaving!!"
The Black Slayer Group members who had been roasted to their limits gritted their teeth, scrambling to their feet without looking back, sprinting toward the other end of the street!
The Black Slayer Group, full retreat!
When the red-robed Oracle Envoy witnessed this, a killing intent flickered across his gaze as he looked at Shen Qingzhu. He raised his hand and pointed remotely in the direction the Black Slayer Group was fleeing... Those who showed disrespect to the Oracle Envoy could never escape from beneath his watch.
Boom—!!
Dozens of cars around them exploded simultaneously. At the same time, rolling flames erupted from the crevices in the ground, like a ferocious, menacing flame beast lunging fiercely toward the fleeing Black Slayer Group members.
Shen Qingzhu stood at the very front, coldly watching the approaching raging flames as he calmly raised his right hand...
Snap—!!
A crisp snapping sound echoed through the air.
All the air within a one-kilometer radius was instantly evacuated!
The menacing flame beast and the car fuel tanks that had just exploded simultaneously fell silent. Without air, all the flames extinguished instantly.
The Vacuum Domain, deployed.
The fleeing Black Slayer Group members had escaped death beneath the flames. As they looked back in shock at the solitary figure standing before the Oracle Envoy, even as an overwhelming sense of suffocation washed over them, their hearts were filled only with the joy of having survived.
They had survived the Oracle Envoy!
The Big Boss had saved them!
Not just them. The pedestrians who had been kneeling beside the Oracle Envoy愣了片刻 before reacting in the vacuum environment. Bearing the discomfort with gritted teeth, they too began running toward the other end of the street!
One glance from the Oracle Envoy had nearly killed an entire street of people.
And Shen Qingzhu's single snap of his fingers had saved them all.
This was the first time in over a year that Shen Qingzhu had动用 his【气闽】.
At the same time, a mysterious gaze pierced through the boundless void, falling upon Shen Qingzhu's surroundings, as if searching for something.