Twisted Dreams

Director of the South Sea Public Security Bureau? Tie Lin?

Ye Fan was stunned.

After Cao Yi was transferred to the Security Administration as the director, the deputy director temporarily led the Public Security Bureau.

I’ve never heard of a director named Tie Lin!

The Celestial Race’s corpse didn’t give Ye Fan a chance to continue thinking, swinging a fierce punch at him.

That punch carried no hint of Spiritual Power fluctuation, yet it whipped up a huge wave of air, overturning rows of stone tables and chairs.

Ye Fan summoned the Mother Talisman, forming seals with both hands, sending out talismans that scattered to form a defense against the fist wind.

"Ssss ssss ssss."

The sound of paper tearing resounded densely.

All of Ye Fan’s talisman papers shattered.

The punch wind did not diminish, blasting Ye Fan several meters away, blood spewing from his mouth!

Although Ye Fan blocked most of the power of that move, some weaker Extraordinaries were caught in the crossfire, all severely injured and falling to the ground.

Ye Fan panted as he rapidly formed seals with his hands again:

"Now invoking, Master Liu of Changbai Mountain, possess me!"

"Heh heh heh, little Ye Fan, in the end, you still need this old man to take action!

This old man is much more formidable than your master!

But this enemy is too strong, I’m afraid even this old man might not withstand it!"

Ye Fan’s pupils transformed into vertical slits, a cold aura emanating from his body.

At this moment, the old serpent Master Liu temporarily took over Ye Fan’s body.

The ghost face of the Celestial Race’s corpse frowned:

"A Summoning Technique? The skill of Elder Zhang?

So you’re a disciple of Elder Zhang."

Ye Fan couldn’t understand what the Celestial Race’s corpse was saying.

There was indeed a Daoist with the surname Zhang present.

But Zhang Xiaoyi was very young.

The Celestial Race’s corpse sent another punch towards Ye Fan.

A bolt of lightning flashed down, landing beside Ye Fan.

Zhang Xiaoyi supported Ye Fan, swiftly avoiding the Celestial Race’s corpse’s attack.

’Ye Fan’ discontentedly said:

"Little Daoist, what are you doing?! This old man wants to battle this headless monster for three hundred rounds!"

Zhang Xiaoyi whispered:

"Master Liu, this humble Daoist knows your skills are vast, but you have even more important things to do."

’Ye Fan’ showed a proud expression on his face.

Who doesn’t love being flattered?

Zhang Xiaoyi stared at the Celestial Race’s corpse, urgently saying:

"The younger generation of the Demon Race is here, you must help them leave."

’Ye Fan’ nodded repeatedly at these words:

"Makes sense!"

With that, ’Ye Fan’ dashed towards the side of the Demon Race participating in the auction.

Zhang Xiaoyi shouted loudly:

"Security Administration staff, obey orders! Escort the masses out of the venue! Ensure public safety!"

The administrators of the Security Administration all replied affirmatively.

Zhang Xiaoyi was a Senior Administrator, and in this crisis situation, he had sufficient authority to command them.

Zhang Xiaoyi drew a long sword from his waist, his body emitting lightning, a red scale appearing on his forehead.

He pointed his sword at the Celestial Race’s corpse, declaring:

"Our Shu Mountain was founded by the Human Emperor, bearing the duty of protecting the world!

In times of peril, Shushan disciples will brave the flames first!

Shushan disciples, hear my command! Assist the administrators, escort the masses out of the auction venue!"

"Obeying the Sect Leader’s command!"

Each Shushan disciple was deeply influenced by chivalry, already true knights who put themselves at risk for others like those in wuxia novels.

Facing the terrifying Celestial Race’s corpse, none of them flinched.

The Extraordinaries who witnessed the Shushan disciples risking themselves to protect them, all stood in solemn respect, clasping their fists and saying:

"Shushan righteousness!"

The Celestial Race’s corpse kept its eyes locked on Zhang Xiaoyi.

It felt like it had seen this guy somewhere before.

Where was it?

It couldn’t remember.

The long years had made it forget many things.

The Celestial Race’s corpse stopped thinking so much.

This auction gathered powerful Extraordinaries and large-scale Extraordinary Organizations from around the world.

Killing these people would end the era of Spiritual Energy!

"None of you can leave!

You are the source of sin!"

The Celestial Race’s corpse was brewing a powerful attack.

Just at that moment, from above the cave, several figures descended with ’swish swish swish’.

They were dressed in various flamboyant suits, moving with elegance.

Some held golden canes, some wore roses on their chests, and some sported monocles.

They seemed like medieval aristocrats.

Leading them was a man with a crew cut, named Du Yangming, one of the Apostles, and the master of the Eternal Night Castle.

Surrounding the Celestial Race’s corpse, they were the vampires from the Eternal Night Castle.

Du Yangming coldly said:

"Disturbing the auction order, deserves death!"

Still sitting on the stone chair, Jin’s golden pupils flashed with killing intent upon seeing Du Yangming.

He wouldn’t forget, his previous body was destroyed by this vampire.

....

Above the raised rock in the auction,

Suzu frowned, continuously searching on a tablet:

"Tie Lin? Strange, since the name South Sea existed, there has never been a director named Tie Lin!"

Li Yang chuckled softly:

"He’s not a past director of the Public Security Bureau."

Suzu was stunned for a moment:

"Then he is........"

Li Yang extinguished the cigarette butt, his deep eyes fixed on the Celestial Race’s corpse demonstrating great power below, said softly:

"He comes from the future."

Li Yang suspected that the mysterious chairman came from the future and had some plan for this era.

The Wandering Ones might be an accident or perhaps the chairman’s pawns; the Wandering Ones might not even know they had traversed back from the future.

Li Yang stood up straight, as straight as the mountain pines.

A detached voice came from his thin lips:

"Apart from the Demon Club, everyone else immediately leave the venue."

....

Li Yang’s tone wasn’t loud, but his voice spread throughout the entire cave.

The Extraordinaries looked up, trying to find the source of the voice.

The detached voice sounded again:

"Apart from the Demon Club, everyone else immediately leave the venue."

The Extraordinaries understood that this was a big shot from the Demon Club speaking.

Zhang Xiaoyi immediately ordered:

"Shushan disciples, leave the Great Black Mountain at once!"

The Demon Club had intervened, so it was no longer Shushan’s business.

Although Shushan disciples took it upon themselves to save the world, with the higher authority of the Demon Club taking charge, they had no reason to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Except for Jin, who stayed behind to watch the commotion, all the Extraordinaries were retreating out of the cave.

The Celestial Race’s corpse shouted in anger:

"None of you can leave!"

The Celestial Race’s corpse punched towards the nearest vampire.

That vampire was directly blasted away, losing half of its body!

The Celestial Race’s corpse sneered coldly:

"A bunch of gaudily dressed clowns."

The Celestial Race’s corpse looked at the remaining vampires:

"Luckily, this era is at the early stage of the Spiritual Energy Revival, you all are no more than Tier Four weaklings.

I have the ability to nip this era of Spiritual Energy in the bud!"

The next second, the expression on the ghost face of the Celestial Race’s corpse froze.

That vampire, who had lost half its body, actually crawled back up!

And the vampire’s mutilated body was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This was inside the cave, with no sun to hinder them, the nobles of the Eternal Night Castle could utilize their vampire nature.

Due to the absence of nighttime, their body regeneration was slow.

However, the fact that the vampire wasn’t dead after losing half its body was enough to astonish the Celestial Race’s corpse.

The mouth on the ghost face of the Celestial Race’s corpse slowly squirmed:

"Are you, Celestial Race?"

Du Yangming couldn’t understand what the Celestial Race’s corpse was saying, he commanded:

"Take him down!"

A chaotic battle ensued.

Low murmurs of spells continually resonated within the cave.

Dark Magic howled in this space.

Every punch and kick from the Celestial Race’s corpse could stir up huge waves of air.

The top of the cave crumbled with ’rustling’ sounds.