CHAPTER 721: CHAPTER 364: UNION OF CULTS

In the blink of an eye, Caesar Du had disappeared, becoming a wisp of white smoke in this world.

Lin Beichen waved his hand again, causing a gale to rise outside, sweeping away the blood inside the house, instantly dissipating it.

Inside the villa, it was exceedingly clean.

Everything appeared as it had before; if it weren’t for the dust by the windowsill, Ruan Yunyun would almost believe she was dreaming.

Wait, someone else hadn’t died.

Ruan Yunyun quietly looked at Song Weiliang.

She saw Song Weiliang lying on the ground, cautiously crawling out, as if he didn’t want to attract their attention.

Feeling the gazes of Lin Beichen and Ruan Yunyun, Song Weiliang suddenly screamed, holding his head and curling up on the ground.

"Don’t look at me, please don’t look at me!"

Song Weiliang was driving himself mad.

Caesar Du’s death did not cause much of a stir at Huadu University.

This super genius always disliked being restrained. No matter what country he was in, he didn’t hire bodyguards and didn’t like being followed.

The International Gene Conference couldn’t reach him, but didn’t pay it much attention. After all, Caesar Du loved traveling; wherever he went, he always wanted to see the most beautiful scenery of that country.

For two days in a row, the focus of the International Gene Conference remained on Lin Beichen.

But that was only on the surface; the entire Underworld was tumultuous, treacherous waves stirring.

Caesar Du’s death was a terrifying earthquake for the entire Underworld.

Caesar Du of the Hell Sect, one of the top twelve combat forces of the Hell Sect.

Only twelve people like him existed in the Hell Sect. Not because the senior list could only accommodate twelve, but because only these twelve could represent the Abyss Knight.

In any environment, talent is scarce.

And now, one of them was dead!

The Hell Sect, in the Underworld, was not a top-tier organization but was not weak either. Due to the high strength of the twelve Abyss Knights and the leader, it was always rated as the most promising organization among the mid-tier forces.

Before he went to find Lin Beichen, Caesar Du had sent a message to the headquarters. This message was one of the smartest decisions of his life.

He had sent back news that Lin Beichen had Holy Water.

Caesar Du didn’t wait for his companions because he wanted to claim the merit alone and, after controlling Lin Beichen, loot the Holy Water first.

This overly greedy decision brought him death.

In a mysterious palace in Northern Europe.

The luxurious crystal palace was adorned with dark oil paintings from the Dark Ages.

A fireplace burned fiercely, its light giving a little warmth to the cold air inside the room.

Above the fireplace hung a huge rhino head, and beside it were two knightly swords.

The stone walls of the entire room were covered with demon murals, each demon depicted differently, not the kind from the book of Revelation, more like an ancient, hidden demon totem passed down through the ages.

These totems were considered ominous; even depicting one could bring disaster and misfortune.

But in this room, they were filled, each room containing a demon statue.

This palace, having a thousand-year-old history, every item exuding a heavy historical atmosphere, yet this feeling didn’t bring a sense of solemnity, but rather a chilling pain.

On the sofa beside the fireplace sat four imposing foreigners.

Their bodies were shrouded in shadows, some with hands full of lightning, some with hands covered in ice, and one enveloped in darkness, as if he was the embodiment of darkness.

Besides these people, there was another shadow.

This shadow seemed capable of swallowing all light, just standing there made one fear to observe, as if a glance would plunge them into endless nothingness.

At this moment, a phone suddenly rang.

"Solence, why are you angry?"

After hanging up the phone, a blonde youth by the sofa put down his coffee, looking oddly at the other person.

The blonde youth had known the other person for a long time, they had spent their childhood together and on the same day manifested their Original Gene, being sent into the Inner World.

And now, Solence had become the president of the Hell Sect, a renowned super strong individual famous the world over, known as the Black Hole.

A powerful assassin wielding the Power of Nothingness, reputed as the strongest assassin ever.

"Sandheart, my student is dead."

Solence said softly, his eyes filled with chilling light.

"Caesar Du, that Caesar Du who loved research and chasing women?"

Sandheart was slightly taken aback, his lips curling into a strange smile.

Sandheart, a Thunder Power User from the Golden Mountain Sect.

He was originally a pawn placed in the Underworld by the Golden Mountain Sect, becoming a super strong individual in the Underworld before turning 30.

And Caesar Du, always as a challenger, had connections with him.

He certainly knew Caesar Du.

Sandheart didn’t just study Caesar Du, he even devised various plans to assassinate him.

He didn’t expect that before he could act, the guy had already died.

"His score at the superpower assessment center was grade A; such strength would make him a super strong individual in any country. His death has issues!"

Sandheart said indifferently, without expressing false regret.