Chapter 632 - 172: Three Words! Make the Tai Chu Scroll Great Again (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3 - Damn it! Let’s smash the darkness together! - NovelsTime

Damn it! Let’s smash the darkness together!

Chapter 632 - 172: Three Words! Make the Tai Chu Scroll Great Again (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3

Author: Roll it again tomorrow
updatedAt: 2025-08-22

CHAPTER 632: CHAPTER 172: THREE WORDS! MAKE THE TAI CHU SCROLL GREAT AGAIN (VOTE FOR MONTHLY TICKET)_3

But Zhuge Weiwo had no idea.

He wasn’t a Transcendent of this era; he had no understanding of the current Cursing Seal Cultivation Method, and despite his attempts to learn, these things were not easy to master.

Thus, as soon as he took action, two powerful teammates immediately perished.

However, Zhuge Weiwo was ultimately wise, and at this moment, he also sensed something strange; therefore, he didn’t act rashly but observed Yu Mingluan’s demeanor and aimed to strike at his heart.

This person’s state was abnormal, likely mentally deranged; perhaps he could be deceived!

Zhuge Weiwo pondered for a moment and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Yu Mingluan sported a baffling expression, "What do you mean, what do I want to ask? I haven’t asked you anything."

"He told me that you were waiting for my return to inquire clearly," Zhuge Weiwo pointed at the terrified big boss.

Yu Mingluan smiled, "I do want to inquire clearly, but not from you."

Zhuge Weiwo immediately understood.

The person Yu Mingluan wanted to inquire from was indeed not him, but someone from Esoteric Buddhism, a "Divine Envoy" of the Heroic Society called Sarquis.

Zhuge Weiwo had never met the person, but he had seen his written correspondence and said, "Sarquis hasn’t returned yet, but I can answer for him."

Yu Mingluan suddenly fell silent, "Are you saying Sarquis isn’t here now, that he has gone to the surface?"

Zhuge Weiwo furrowed his brows.

Communicating with a madman was too difficult.

A single statement needed to be repeated several times, yet it still wouldn’t sink in.

He changed his mind and didn’t want to waste any more words.

So, he looked toward the big boss.

The big boss shouted, "Yu Mingluan! Mr. Sarquis is indeed not here now, let me out, and we can discuss it properly. I can take you to the surface to find him; I have a means of messaging, and we only need to wait a moment, and Mr. Sarquis will hurry back!"

Yu Mingluan hung his head, indecipherable in thought.

After quite a while, he muttered to himself, "So that’s how it is, hehe," and then stood up.

The big boss, not knowing why, thought Yu Mingluan had refused him and was about to say a few more words to deceive the mentally ill when he suddenly found himself growing taller, having returned to human form.

"Then lead the way, this person is left to you," Yu Mingluan said in a calm tone.

The big boss was stunned, then overjoyed.

Zhuge Weiwo also felt a weight lift from his heart; he truly didn’t want to fight Yu Mingluan to the death. He had thought it would take more persuasion, but Yu Mingluan had believed him straight away—indeed, one shouldn’t measure a madman by ordinary standards.

Only Xu Shu’s face was ashen. He had hoped to stall for a while, but Yu Mingluan had been persuaded so readily that his life was now at risk!

"You lead the way."

"Sir, what about you?"

"I still have business!" Zhuge Weiwo directed the big boss and then reached out to grab Xu Shu.

Ask clearly why he knew him?

Zhuge Weiwo didn’t care about that; it was a lie.

What he wanted was something glimpsed in haste, the Gambling imprint Xu Shu had stored within the Tai Chu Scroll.

In that instant, he had felt a peculiar aura; he thought it could help him ascend to a higher realm, a prize he must obtain at all costs!

As Yu Mingluan brushed past him, Zhuge Weiwo moved towards Xu Shu.

This young man was quite special, full of tricks, but in the end, just a Second Rank, unable to escape his grasp.

Everything was already settled, obtained without effort.

Zhuge Weiwo was in high spirits.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

Yu Mingluan suddenly accelerated, and in the moment they brushed past, he pressed the Bible he was carrying against Zhuge Weiwo’s face.

Boom!

Zhuge Weiwo’s form vanished on the spot, reappearing a few dozen meters away, about to shout angrily when his gaze sharpened, and his eyes lit with fire.

This fire was many times more dazzling than the Chasing Sun Golden Spear released by Xu Shu, posing a significant threat.

He couldn’t let this fire touch him!

Zhuge Weiwo’s form sped away, moving so fast it was nearly impossible to catch with the naked eye, constantly flickering in the air.

However, the fire followed like a shadow, wherever he flew, the flames also reached, showing no decrease in speed.

Man and fire chased each other within the hall, speeding to the extreme.

"Ah?"

What’s going on?

What happened to the Grandmaster?

No, it was Yu Mingluan...

The big boss was instantly stupefied, his brain freezing for half a second, then immediately realized.

Damn it, he had fallen for the madman’s trick!

The big boss’s large body shrank, immediately trying to shadow escape, as a Third Rank "Prison Director," "Shadow Stealth" was still his favorite skill.

It could save his life at critical moments!

But unfortunately, this time it didn’t save him.

Because he was half a second too slow.

During that brief half-second, Yu Mingluan pressed a glowing, hot silver cross against the big boss’s face.

"No!" he screamed, his body instantly splitting into four pieces, exactly the shape of a cross.

He died, reveling in his plot’s success when Yu Mingluan struck him down in one blow!

Xu Shu’s eyes widened.

With one move, he had forced the Great Grandmaster Zhuge Weiwo to flee everywhere and killed the equally ranked big boss in another.

This was Yu Mingluan!

This was the true power of the Archbishop of the Dawn Church!

"Archbishop, you, you’ve recovered!"

Xu Shu hurried after him; his question was actually pointless.

If his mind hadn’t returned to normal, how could the Archbishop have helped him?

Certainly, he couldn’t.

But though he knew, the question still had to be asked; that’s what social courtesy demanded!

Then, an accident occurred.

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