The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 484 - 220: Dual Authority, Dual Awakening, White Crow is Master Han, Master Han is White Crow!_3

"This is ’Poison Heart Scatter,’ which I personally prepared, each dose worth a fortune, not to be casually used on an unnamed pawn."

"Without the antidote, given your constitution, you’ll wither in body and spirit within three days, and in seven days, you’ll turn to bone. The only option left will be death."

Saying this, The Darkest Abyss disappeared and Ye Hanjun’s eyes regained their clarity.

It seemed as though he had returned from hell to the world of the living. There was a hint of vibrant life force in him, no longer so cold, so ruthless.

Stealth, ambush, poisoning, interception... were all simply the basics for an assassin.

Ying An, who slowly crawled up from the ground, clutched his chest wound and coughed a few times. His pale voice echoed again:

"You don’t want me to die because you see some utilitarian value in me..."

"At this point in time, you suddenly showed up in the core base of my Shadow Alliance with Ying Hua... Could it be you plan to wipe us out in one fell swoop to avenge the murders of the other day?"

"If it was Bian Haoran or Du Yuanjia who came today, they would naturally grind you all to dust and scatter your remains."

Ye Hanjun chuckled lightly, "But I’m different, apart from Ying Mountain who must die, I can spare the rest."

Ying An grew silent, his dark gaze flitted across everyone present, but ultimately settled on Ye Hanjun:

"The price for survival is... serving you?"

"No."

Ye Hanjun shook his head and pointed to Bai Qin:

"She is the new leader you should serve."

"Her?"

Ying An furrowed his brows, expressing perplexed confusion in his tone.

Whoosh--

With a light shuffling of her body, Bai Qin appeared beside Ying An.

The Blade of Absorbing Yuan in her hand was on his neck, ready to slash at any moment.

Catching sight of the energy blade that was entirely different, Ying An’s muscles tensed again. Droplets of cold sweat started to trickle down from his temples.

"This is not the passive ability of ’The Disembowler’..."

"You hid your aura but in reality, you have already reached the 4th order, the same as Lord Ying Liu?"

Ying An could convince himself that his defeat at the hands of White Crow was due to some unknown mysteries

But Ying Hua—after all these years of interaction, as they were both skilled younger members of the Shadow Alliance, how could he not see through her?

"She will be the new Hierarch of the Shadow Alliance."

Ye Hanjun glanced at Ying An whose face was the epitome of mixed feelings. His steady tone was filled with confidence.

"I see..."

Hidden under the triangular mask, Ying An’s face twitched a few times before he sighed and asked in a low voice:

"What do you intend to do with Lord Ying Xiu and Lord Ying Liu?"

"Submit, or be destroyed."

Ye Hanjun resolved his confusion with the most indifferent tone.

Finishing his words, he stopped speaking.

Including Bai Qin, she also put away the Blade of Absorbing Yuan. She walked past Ying An and the Shadow Tiger without turning to look back, and headed directly towards the bottom of the passage.

"The Shadow Alliance... really is about to change hands..."

Ying An muttered to himself in a volume only he could hear.

Then, after speedily applying a salve to the wound to stop the bleeding and wrapping it in a bandage, he hastened to catch up with the others.

Not too far ahead there was a hazy black waterfall.

The continuous rumble of the plunging waters sounded like strikes to the heart, making one’s soul numb.

Past the water curtain, a huge underground cave appeared before them, filled with over a hundred masked men in black robes, forming a large circle.

They had not summoned their Contracted Fond Spirits, not due to lack of space, but because in the particularly solemn atmosphere, an elder with white hair and a middle-aged man with an insubordinate smile had both removed their masks, standing face to face on either side.

Beside them, the ’Wild Blood Leopard’ roared with a face full of madness, the ’Storm Wolf’ wrapped in a silvery-white cyclone looked wary.

The Water Dagger Tree Demon had rooted itself in the rocks, its sharp, azure blades grew at the front of the vines and were now all veering straight up, uniformly pointing towards the elder with the gloomiest expression.