Godslayer: At the start, the power of the Five Elements transforms into Iron Fist Tiger.

Chapter 160 The End of Ramblings (1)

That night, Master Chen arrived at Xie Yu's office and carefully searched for any clues in the surrounding area.

Suddenly, a pile of burnt, grayish-white papers on the desk was blown up by the night wind.

Master Chen carefully recalled Xie Yu's friendships and conversations. The information said that Xie Yu was conscientious and responsible, and was either working or on his way to work every day. He had no friends outside the industry, and it was impossible for anyone to write to him.

Moreover, questions such as why Xie Yu would burn letters written by normal friends echoed in Chen Fuzi's mind.

"It seems that Xie Yu does indeed have a problem."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The next morning.

"What! Boss Han is dead!?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. I heard that Han Jinlong and his gang went to see some big shot yesterday, and they got killed."

"How come I heard that Han Jinlong was shot?"

"Shh, watch your mouth. I heard that members of the Church of the Ancient Gods have infiltrated the Abstinence Camp, and the acting director of the Abstinence Camp was an infiltrator from the Church of the Ancient Gods. He was killed yesterday..."

When the topic of the Church of the Ancient Gods came up, everyone turned their attention to the three believers gathered together.

Sensing the intense gazes around them, the three believers exchanged a glance, then said in unison:

What are you all looking at!

"Damn it, you're not happy about what I'm looking at? What's wrong with you guys?!"

"Try looking at one more!" Hearing the prisoners' arrogant voices, the three believers glared at the prisoners in front of them, their disdain undisguised.

"It's a good thing that Han Jinlong died young, otherwise I would have made him suffer the taste of being ganged up on sooner or later!" Seeing Han Jinlong and the scarred man, along with a group of strong men, suddenly die in the prison, the three believers could no longer suppress their arrogance.

You should know that they were all famous and feared outside the fasting center, men so feared that even children would be too scared to utter a sound at night. But inside the fasting center, they were brutally beaten by Han Jinlong, who had no reputation outside and could only suppress them with his physical strength.

The three believers could no longer suppress their agitated emotions and wanted to step forward and slap the group of prisoners to vent their anger.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside.

"Master, what would you do if the people inside looked at me like they did yesterday?" Ningbing walked quickly to Ling Yue's side and tilted her head to look at him.

At this moment, Ling Yue had short, neat hair, wore a black prison guard uniform, and had a specially made pistol hanging at his waist. He looked less fierce and more dignified than usual.

"What to do? Then fight." Ling Yue said casually, then his gaze turned sharp as he looked ahead.

At this moment, Ling Yue exchanged a glance with the fourth seat of the believer.

"There's a woman..." Bang! The prisoners, who were being suppressed by the three believers, could no longer hold back when they heard a woman's voice. They immediately tried to turn around to look, but the next second, Ling Yue picked up the pistol at his waist and shot the prisoner who turned around the fastest in the forehead.

"Don't turn around, I'm a prison guard." Ling Yue's cold voice rang out from behind the prisoner, who had witnessed his companion being shot dead. Naturally, the prisoner didn't dare to turn around and could only look at the fourth, sixth, and twelfth seats of the believers in front of him, who were staring blankly.

The three believers were not attracted by Ningbing's beauty; they simply stared at Ling Yue, who was dressed in a prison guard uniform, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Ling Yue raised an eyebrow, showing some interest. He casually pointed his pistol at the fourth seat and said, "You are the fourth seat of the believers?"

However, before the fourth seat could even begin to argue, Ling Yue had already pulled the trigger.

boom! Bang bang bang!

The recoil of the pistol was child's play for Ling Yue; if he wanted to, he could easily overpower a Gatling gun. But the fourth seat of the believer was clearly not so easy to kill; only one of the four bullets hit him, while the rest grazed his body.

The fourth man gripped the bullet on his shoulder with one hand, looking at Ling Yue with a mocking expression: "Hahahaha, is this your marksmanship? It looks nothing more than—" *Thud!*

Before the fourth seat could finish saying "that's all there is to it," the bullet that had just passed him suddenly changed course in mid-air and struck his heart.

"Phew! Don't rush, let the bullets fly for a while." Ling Yue blew lightly on the white smoke rising from his pistol, looking at the terrified Sixth and Twelfth Seats beside the Fourth Seat with a playful gaze.

"What kind of monster are you?! Isn't there a Zhenxu Stele here? How can you still use the Forbidden Ruins?"

"You devil, you're a devil!!"

Having witnessed the Fourth Seat being pierced through the heart by several bullets, the Sixth and Twelfth Seats were both confused and frightened.

However, Ling Yue had no intention of answering their questions, because he was too lazy to answer the questions of a dying man.

Ling Yue walked forward on his own, his gaze slowly shifting to the abdomen of the twelfth seat, and slowly uttered words that shocked the surrounding prisoners and believers:

"If I remember correctly, it was you who hid something in your stomach, wasn't it?"

Upon hearing Ling Yue's words, the sixth and twelfth seat members stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "How do you know?!" Could someone have betrayed the believers?

Many questions arose in their minds, but they no longer had the chance to know the answers.

Ling Yue, standing in front of Ning Bing, had already put the specially made pistol back. His hands were covered by golden spiritual power, and then Ling Yue shook his body with force, and two huge beast-shaped iron fist tiger arms appeared on his body, replacing his original arms.

With lightning speed, the two Iron Fist Tiger arms reached out to grab the heads of the sixth and twelfth seats.

Click!

The two enormous iron claws clenched tightly, and the heads of the sixth and twelfth seats turned into blood mist, which drifted into the air.

As for the twelfth seat's body, his abdomen was still faintly glowing, as if there was something mysterious inside.

At this moment, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu finally arrived late.

"Brother Yue, you killed someone again?" As soon as they entered the room, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were hit by a strong smell of blood. Lin Qiye said this without any surprise.

Upon hearing this, Ling Yue's vision suddenly went black. What did he mean by "again"? Did he, Ling Yue, enjoy killing that much? Clearly, someone forced him to kill!

After glaring fiercely at Lin Qiye, he kicked a headless corpse in front of him, its abdomen still glowing faintly.

"There is a way to unlock his mental state inside this body. Remember to give it to Master after An Qingyu takes it out."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the other side, Yiyu stood in front of the believers with a look of hatred on his face, and pointed to each of the believers who were still alive.

The first seat of the believers was an adult wind vein earth dragon from the Klein realm. The second seat was reported by the ninth seat to have been killed by Ling Yue because of his greed for merit.

The third seat was occupied by a man, who stood respectfully beside Yiyu.

The fourth seat is still infiltrated at the fasting camp, preparing to coordinate an attack from within. The fifth seat is present, while the sixth and fourth seats are infiltrated.

The seventh seat was an ordinary-looking woman; the eighth seat was dead; the ninth seat was an undercover agent; the tenth seat...

With a serious expression, Yiyu swept his gaze over the respectful crowd. At this moment, he was no longer attached to the gentlemanly demeanor of a Western aristocrat: "I know that many of you do not understand why I called you all here, and you do not need to understand."

"I have only one purpose in calling you here: to completely kill Ling Yue, who possesses the Five Elemental Locks. I have engraved his transformed face and the appearance of the Five Elemental Locks into the soul contract. As long as you kill him, I can grant you whatever you want."

Even if you wanted to break the soul contract and regain your freedom, I wouldn't say 'no'. But this operation has failed. I, you, all of us—the Abstinence Center will be our burial ground!

This extremely long rambling speech showed no abnormality, as if it had never been tainted by Ling Yue's memories. But only these believers knew that the rambling had engraved all his resentment towards Ling Yue into the soul contract.

"Yes, Lord Yiyu!" Finally, the problem that had troubled the believers for so long was solved. It was Ling Yue who had caused Yiyu to become like this!

"Let's go!" Yiyu waved his hand, and the puppy-like body of the First Wind Vein Earth Dragon suddenly grew larger, transforming into a hundred-meter-long giant dragon in the blink of an eye, with all of them riding on its back.