Pretending To Be A Boss
Chapter 879 - 49: The Human Raised by a Beast God_2

Tang Xian's smile grew deeper. Upon seeing this, Tang Jing remarked in confusion:

"This level of infighting can't shake the foundation of the court; it shouldn't count as particularly good news."

"No, the causal mechanism of this world is a chain of interconnected links. Perhaps everything the God of Causality has painstakingly built will ultimately be destroyed by causality itself."

The greedy yet cautious judges stole the embryo of Eden.

Because of their caution, they created powerful creatures to substitute for it in seeking the legacy of the destructor.

Because they were too powerful, they were often difficult to control in some aspects.

Because they were difficult to control, they could cause some unforeseen mishaps.

Because it concerned the legacy of the beast gods, the judges saw these mishaps as unforgivable.

This chain of causality ultimately led to Junlin's execution by the judges.

And the most fortunate outcome was—Junlin's defection from the court.

Once that happens, the resulting chain reaction might not be small.

The myriad creatures to the north of the Amara Continent have long harbored grievances against the court; perhaps this is an opportunity for them to rebel against the court.

At this time, it is when the disciples of the Sea God Cult massively invade to establish a new order.

While Tang Jing was discussing these variable factors of the Holy Mountain and the court, Tang Xian had already outlined a plan in his mind.

"Junlin is a person who is proud to the extreme, but because of this, it's simpler than expected to manipulate his destiny," Tang Xian thought, as his plan gradually took shape in his mind.

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Mining district.

The entire northern continent is now in a state of unease.

The forces loyal to the court seemed to sense some upcoming tide, while those opposed to the court also began to emerge.

The Abyss, ruins of the Holy Mountain.

Above the huge abyss, the bones of numerous creatures were scattered about.

Originally, Junlin had gone to the Hungry Sea, but after the showdown between the Red Emperor and Tang Xian, the population of creatures in the Hungry Sea dropped sharply.

It was as if Tang Xian had taken something away; those ghost corals that once made the creatures of the Hungry Sea fiercely combative were diminishing more and more.

The sea monsters were deeply troubled, and Junlin felt there was no longer any need to stay in such a Hungry Sea.

So, facing pursuit across the entire northern continent, it once again returned to land.

Not long ago, it seemed the court had created a new batch of Judgment Chiefs.

In the process of being "reforged," Junlin understood the never-ending source of powerful creatures for the court.

Only through constant battle could it become stronger, and realizing this, Junlin fearlessly hunted the court's forces, undeterred by their pursuit.

The site that had become a ruinous abyss, the Holy Land, was now being rebuilt due to the arrival of new Judgment Chiefs.

At this very moment, Junlin held the head of a Judgment Chief in one hand and wiped the bloodstain on his mouth and face with the other, his eyes fixated on a figure wearing a bird-beaked mask ahead.

[Human?]

Junlin tried to communicate with the other, but this was not the special domain of the Hungry Sea. The two did not speak the same language.

With a bird-beaked mask, clad in a black feather cape, and a dark bone-like weapon hanging at the waist, the strangely dressed figure who appeared to be human spoke:

"A lapdog of the court?"

Junlin could not understand what the other was saying, but it could sense that the other party seemed hostile. There was a certain murderous intent in the tone.

Could it be that he understands my speech?

[Hmph, since you are a human, get lost. You weakling are not worth my effort. My target is the strongest among you humans, that fellow named Tang Xian!]

The black-clothed stranger couldn't understand Junlin's words; he just heard Junlin babbling on and thought to himself: Could it be that this lapdog of the court understands what I'm saying?

"Since you're a lapdog of the court, then prepare to die!" The stranger in black drew the bone blade from his waist.

Junlin, observing this, snorted coldly:

[Hmph, interesting, is it your damned pride at play? Do you think you can defeat me?]

"Judging by the aura you emit, you're different from those remnants of the court judges I've met before. But soon, you will abandon that arrogant demeanor."

"[Blah blah blah, are you scared? If you want to fight, let's fight!]" Junlin roared.

"Oh, quite the temper. I hope you can still shout that loud later!" The black-clad stranger's gaze turned icy, suddenly exuding the presence of an unparalleled swordsman.

These two creatures, clearly unable to understand each other, were nevertheless babbling back and forth.

Yet interestingly, neither of them made the first move.

"All bark and no bite, are you just a court's lackey that thrives on empty threats?"

"[Human, since you've drawn your sword, why not come and attack?]"

The black-clad stranger, still unaware of what Junlin was saying, was nonetheless wary of the aura Junlin emitted.

It had been a long time since he last felt such caution. Since his master's demise, he had grown stronger using the power left by his master, and now he had few adversaries.

His emergence was for the sole purpose of exterminating the Court of Thousand Beasts.

But he didn't expect that in just a few days, he would encounter such a formidable entity. Even without engaging in battle, he could sense Junlin's might.

Junlin was also guessing what those incomprehensible words meant. Humans truly are a terrifying race.

He had thought Tang Xian was the only one of his kind, but unexpectedly, there was another here.

Suddenly, Junlin developed a profound interest in the human race.

Eventually, the two top-tier powerhouses stopped the war of words. A storm suddenly erupted at the top of the pit, a natural tempest that ravaged the area from time to time.

When the storm surged, Junlin and the black-clad stranger also simultaneously sprang into action.

In the air, the pitch-black bone blades drew straight, streaking black marks like slashes.

Junlin snorted with disdain, those slashes appearing capable of severing steel, yet unable to leave even a mark on him.

Junlin's formidable physique had the upper hand. He moved with extreme speed, and his terrifying punch came crashing down—its power comparable to a strike he would unleash against the Red Emperor.

Doubt appeared in the black-clad stranger's eyes; it was the first time he encountered a court's lackey with such abnormal defensive power.

But he did not panic; indeed, behind the bird-beaked mask, a strange smile crept onto his lips.

The black slashes indeed could not harm Junlin, but suddenly, Junlin found himself beset by hallucinations, seeing the figure of the black-clad stranger become dispersed and increasingly distorted, even the distance between them seemed to be stretching further and further.

His punch felt like it was filled with lead, growing slower and slower.

Not only that, but sensations of cold and heat also surged in an instant, and even dizziness emerged.

Junlin could have easily avoided those black slashes, but having endured the punches of the Red Emperor, why would it care about such soft attacks?

But unexpectedly, these attacks had a powerful follow-up.

In just a few seconds, Junlin's figure collapsed to the ground, struggling with difficulty, afflicted with slowing, sluggishness, dizziness, decay, reduced defensive power, reduced offensive power, and a series of other negative states.

Using all his might to raise his head, Junlin looked ahead incredulously at the shadowy, dispersed figure of the black-clad stranger akin to the Lord of Shadows.

"[How is this possible? What kind of ability is this?]"

This time, their dialogue finally synced up.

"Impressive, to still hold on after being hit by my Slash of Loss. But this is your limit. Now, prepare to be devolved. Demon Retreating Slash!" The black-clad stranger roared again, drawing his sword once more.

A whirl of black, vortex-like slashes instantly enveloped Junlin.

Without any sense of direction, and with significantly declined bodily functions, how could Junlin avoid this blade?

However, after the slash came down, Junlin, who expected to be severely wounded, felt nothing.

Underneath the bird-beaked mask, the black-clad stranger's mouth opened slightly in surprise, saying:

"You were not evolved? You were born an Orange-tier?"

It was his first encounter with a creature that the Demon Retreating Slash could not devolve. Apart from god-level beasts, this situation should not occur.

All creatures evolve step by step slowly. The Demon Retreating Slash could revert creatures back to their previous state, effectively erasing decades or even hundreds to thousands of years of effort.

Yet the monster before him did not devolve. What was going on here?

Taking advantage of the black-clad stranger's moment of distraction, Junlin tore his own flesh, using the intense pain to bring some clarity to his mind, and in that instant, he launched a fierce attack!

The black-clad stranger was once again startled but reacted swiftly, assuming a defensive posture in a flash.

"This monster is ferocious, having withstood the Slash of Loss... to still be able to unleash such terrifying speed! It cannot be left alive! This court's lackey must die!" thought the black-clad stranger, his eyes brimming with intensified murderous intent.

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