474 The World Keeps Spinning (1/2)

He should have thought of it long ago. Other than the abnormal skill of passing through worlds that Wolf Flute had only shown him before, who else could teleport prisoners away from the Judgement Tower? Other than the warehouse that he said was for the wolves, where else in the Sacred City could shelter a few dozen escaped prisoners?

Other than him, who else could continue supplying information about the Silent Authority to the Revolutionaries?

Other than him, who else would become nervous at noticing Ye Qingxuan here and do everything to distract him from noticing these flaws they've always had?

Only Wolf Flute.

Only he could do this.

”Why?” Ye Qingxuan stared at Wolf Flute who was standing on Handel's corpse in the puddle of blood. ”Aren't you Bach's student? Wolf Flute! How could you do this?”

Hearing him, Wolf Flute looked up. He smiled but it was tired and complicated. However, he did not explain anything. He just said, ”If you have the chance, apologize to my teacher for me.”

The communication cut off.

Wolf Flute looked back. He studied the archbishops and nobles held hostage by the wolves. Gazing at the pale faces, he smiled.

”Let's trade,” he said. ”I swear to the Originator that if you let Mr. Gaius go, I won't kill you.”

Everyone surrounded by the wolves looked uncomfortable. The archbishops exchanged glances with dark eyes. Without a doubt, this was the worst possible scenario. The situation was more powerful than people.

The pope was dead.

If Wolf Flute wanted to, he could destroy the Sacred City easily. The people present were seasoned politicians and merchants. They knew when to lower themselves. Surrendering temporarily was not shameful.

But who would do it?

In silence, someone finally walked forward. The old cardinal sighed. ”I am old and useless now. Let me take the vow.”

Wolf Flute smiled. ”Don't worry, I'll keep my word.”

”No, you don't need to surrender to them.”

In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan's voice rang out.

Wolf Flute looked back. His emerald eyes seemed to be burning with true murderous intent. If Ye Qingxuan took another step forward, he would be killed on the spot.

”Yezi, don't force me.” Wolf Flute sighed. ”The only one I don't want to fight here is you.”

”Unfortunately, you don't have the choice.” Ye Qingxuan stood outside the pack of wolves. Instead of stepping forward, he…closed his eyes.

He entered the Dreamscape! Instantly, silence descended. The central square sank into dead silence. The wolves shook and disintegrated. Finally, only Anubis remained behind Wolf Flute. The apparition roared and withstood the encroachment of the Silent Dream, stubbornly refusing to fade away.

Even the Scepter-level strength could not hold on under this terrifying silence.

”Protect his highness!” Soon, someone reacted. The guards pulled out their swords and pounced on Wolf Flute. ”Protect the lord!”

The nobles and archbishops present always had warriors and musicians for protection. Even though the musicians were useless now, the warriors could do something! In addition, these warriors had all been modified by Choir surgeons to some extent. Their limbs, skeletons, or organs had been replaced by manmade objects inspired by demons or machines. Their instant power was dumbfounding.

While Wolf Flute was restricted by the Silent Dream, countless shadows flew toward him and arrived before his face. However, he was still looking at Ye Qingxuan.

”This is the Wyrmrest Enchantment you've newly acquired, right?” he murmured and smiled wryly. ”No wonder it's known as the prototype of the Ultimate.”

Boom! There was an explosion. No one knew what just happened.

But when the moment passed, everyone saw that there was a giant hole in the chest of the warrior at the front. The metallic bones were warped and his organs flowed out like mud.

Wolf Flute's sleeves had ripped from the swelled muscles. His arm had become dark green with a terrifying metallic gleam. He seemed to have transformed into a demon. A golden knuckle had appeared on his hand without anyone realizing.

He looked at Ye Qingxuan through the body and smiled. ”But did you think that I wouldn't be prepared?”

Boom!

There was another explosion. This time, they could see clearly.

Wolf Flute swung his fist. His fist tore through the air with a loud boom and someone's skull was pulverized.

Faced with all these warriors, Wolf Flute held his ground. He stepped forward and squeezed into a fully armed warrior. Then there was the sound of bones cracking. The arm and armor were both broken in half. The heavy sword fell into Wolf Flute's hand.

Like a bird, Wolf Flute jumped from the body. The sword sliced through the air.

Under the chilling whistle, sparks flew from scraping metal. The enemy before him was split in half and fell down to both sides. Dyed red from the flying blood, Wolf Flute charged at Ye Qingxuan.

He instantly felt his vision lowering. Then the immense pain reached his brain belatedly. The brass knuckle had punched his gut mercilessly. No, there was some mercy. Otherwise, Ye Qingxuan would have been snapped in half rather than thrown backward.

But then Wolf Flute's body chased over like a shadow. He stomped down with his right leg. Ye Qingxuan only had time to raise his arms before his face.

Boom! It felt like a carriage had galloped over his body. He flew back and smashed against the ground. During the great shaking, he felt like throwing up. Bittersweet blood sloshed in his throat.

Then he felt Wolf Flute yank on his hair and drag him up.

”Here, I'll teach you something.” Wolf Flute gave a bloody smile. ”The hidden card is called a hidden card because it means there's a weakness. All hidden cards do. When you can turn the tides, that means the enemy can turn the tides too. Especially this technique…when facing an enemy who's ten times more powerful than you in a brawl, never reveal your weakness voluntarily…”

And he punched again!

Boom! Ye Qingxuan's vision went black. He dropped to the ground, unable to fight back.

But Wolf Flute did not stop; he grew more violent instead. This was no longer a duel anymore. It was an aggressive beating. Ye Qingxuan felt like he had been thrown into the furnace of an iron-smelting factory. It felt like he was being burned alive.

Wolf Flute's hoarse voice continued in his ears.

”Did you know? I was raised by wolves.”

Crack! He snapped Ye Qingxuan's arm with practiced ease, producing a scream. ”Ten years ago, when I was fourteen, I was the best gladiator in Canaan.”