God Tier Providence System Chapter 136

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Watching this scene, Dariel felt his own heart being pulverized amidst the continuous, agonizing screams of his disciples.

Suddenly thinking of something, he pulled out a communication jade slip from his robes. Roaring into it like an absolute madman.

“Senior Brother Vincent, hurry and save me!”

“That devil… that devil has come!”

On the other side, Sunblaze Peak.

Vincent was personally leading five hundred elite disciples, patrolling and guarding the entire mountain for the night. That specific communication jade slip had been left sitting on the throne in the Peak Master’s Hall.

Dariel’s desperate yelling echoed from the jade slip. But no matter how he shouted until his throat tore, absolutely no one paid any attention.

He shouted for a long time without getting a reply. His face instantly filling with furious panic. Left with no choice, he tried contacting Aerin.

Spirit Artisan Peak.

Aerin was leading dozens of disciples in forging peak protecting spirit swords to guard against enemy invasion. Dozens of heavy iron hammers swung simultaneously. A deafening ding-dang clamor. Sparks continuously flying from the hammer heads.

“Disciples, put some effort into it!” Aerin shouted.

“Once this peak-protecting spirit sword is forged, our Spirit Artisan Peak won’t have to live in fear of getting invaded!”

“Yes!” The disciples answered loudly, swinging their hammers with even more vigor.

Aerin’s ears were filled with the graceful heavenly music of iron striking iron. Naturally, he couldn’t hear the slightest bit of Dariel screaming from the jade slip tucked in his robes.

Seeing that he couldn’t contact Aerin, Dariel tried Loris.

Radiant Sun Peak.

Loris was drinking alone, pouring his own wine. The communication jade slip in his robes rang. He unhurriedly took it out.

“Loris, I know you’re fucking listening!” Dariel roared hoarsely.

“That devil has run over to my Venomscale Peak!”

“Hurry up and bring all the disciples of your peak to save me!”

“If you’re late, I’m absolutely fucking dead!”

Loris was completely expressionless. He pinched his wine cup, unhurriedly raised it and downed it in one gulp.

A refreshing sigh. Then, faintly. “My apologies, Senior Brother Dariel. Our Radiant Sun Peak has already sealed the mountain by Senior Brother Vincent’s orders.”

“No one is allowed to enter or leave without authorization.”

“Furthermore, Senior Brother Dariel, didn’t you say this morning that no matter what happened, you didn’t need our other peaks to intervene?”

“Since that organization has invaded your Venomscale Peak, it means he definitely has a grudge against you.”

“Your own personal enemies, naturally, you have to deal with yourself.”

The exact words Dariel had spoken regarding Rorin during the previous meeting. Returned to him entirely by Loris.

Dariel’s eyes widened in furious hatred, almost grinding his molars to dust. Yet completely helpless.

He continued to try, Nerin. The others. But all the elders either pretended not to hear his cries for help, or actively made sarcastic remarks from the sidelines.

His heart, from its initial fury, gradually turned to complete despair.

After failing to get help from the very last elder, his face was already ashen as death. He crushed the communication jade slip into powder.

“It seems I’m not the only one who feels this way.” Alex said with deep interest.

“Even among your own fellow sect brothers, not a single one came to save you.”

“Your personal relationships are truly a cause for concern.”

Right at this moment, the eighteen swords returned from all over Venomscale Peak. Turning massive amounts of blood essence and souls into a pillar of blood, pouring it directly into Alex’s body.

Watching Alex’s figure become as majestic and dazzling as the sun, Dariel felt as if his eyes were going to be blinded by the sheer glare.

“This… this is…” His pupils shrank, terror flooding his voice.

“The legendary Purple Cloud Demon Sword that can absorb people’s blood essence and devour their souls?!”

“No!”

“Decades ago, after the Evil Sword who took this sword was suppressed, this sword was clearly struck into two pieces by Senior Brother Vincent and sealed in the Hidden Sword Pavilion.”

“How could it possibly be restored to its original state and appear in your hands?!”

“You… just who exactly are you?!”

“A dying man has no need to know so much.”

After absorbing all the power, Alex slowly opened his eyes. His gaze had become even sharper and more terrifying than before.

He had taken another step forward. Directly from the eighth level of the Supreme Realm, breaking through to the ninth level.

“You… you…” Dariel trembled non-stop, face deathly pale, lips turning bruised blue.

Alex raised his index and middle fingers. A finger strike blasted out.

It transformed into a slender pillar of purple light, piercing directly through Dariel’s chest.

A smear of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His pupils gradually became dilated and lifeless.

At the moment of his death, there was no fear or anger in his heart. Only profound regret.

Had he known this would happen, why did he bother offending this God of Death for a mere hundred thousand spirit stones?

If only he had been a bit friendlier back then, taken him into Venomscale Peak. Perhaps today’s Venomscale Peak would absolutely not have met such an end.

After killing Dariel, the entirety of Venomscale Peak was completely silent.

The Peak Master’s Hall so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Alex unhurriedly stepped forward and picked up the crystal ball from the ground. Seeing the heavily wrinkled, black-robed old man within, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

“I was wondering why this Dariel was so arrogant and domineering. Not even putting Vincent in his eyes.”

“So his backing… was you.”

“Cyrus.”

The Black-robed old man in the crystal ball revealed a cold smile toward Alex.

“I was wondering how a main peak of the Divine Blade Sect got slaughtered before my people even arrived.”

“Such a bloody method is simply appalling.”

“But since it was the doing of Saint Lord Alex, then it isn’t strange.”