Chapter 805 - Soon-to-Be Holy Disciple Wang Zhong Got Lucky

Wang Zhong scratched his head. What went wrong? It shouldn’t have gone like this. This was the simplest summoning ward spell. Considering his strong foundation in runes and control of Soul Power, if this went wrong, it would be so—

Using a broken bone as a sacrificial offering was considered normal. Nothing too powerful could be summoned since Wang Zhong’s ward was small and weak. However, although that sliver of death aura seemed weak, it appeared to come from a high-rank creature. It was bone-chilling and had a somber note to it.

The key thing was, why the f*ck did this feel so familiar???

In that instant, Wang Zhong and Simba went limp with fear. They would rather choose failure over this kind of mishap, but apparently this wasn’t up to them now.

Weren’t basic summoning spells supposed to be useless as f*ck, and you couldn’t summon a stronger creature with it even if you wanted to? Wang Zhong just wanted to summon a minion out to play. Why did this big boy come out to play?

The raging and overwhelming death aura took over the sky and could be seen looming over the dormitory within a 100-meter radius. With dark clouds, flashes of lightning, and cracks of thunder, this attracted the attention of everyone in the Holy Land immediately.

It had been so many years since creatures from the outside world dared to invade the Holy Land, especially dark creatures… The Great Teachers in the Holy Land already sensed the location at which the transmission process was happening right away. With just one glance at the transmission path in the air, they knew that someone was summoning a dark creature in the Holy Land!

Wang Zhong struggled hard to move and free himself from the control of the space, but he realized he couldn’t. Only his thoughts were able to flow freely; his physical body was controlled by a terrifying power in this odd space that was frozen in time. Just like the floating non-living objects around him, he couldn’t even move a finger, let alone do anything to save himself.

Just as Wang Zhong was prepared to put everything on the line, that bone-chilling spear didn’t decapitate him as he expected but was just laid on the ground lightly. Immediately after, the Headless Knight hopped down from his skeleton horse.

The death aura in the surroundings vanished wherever that glow reached, but the Headless Knight showed no resistance and even seemed devout and tranquil. Under his feet, there was a large runic array forming under the glow of the Fate Stone.

That was a contract runic array. Wang Zhong had been studying wards for the past few days, so he could still identify the characteristics of a contract ward. However, the one that was shining under the Headless Knight’s feet appeared to be much more complicated than the highest-level contract wards that he read about in the library. Furthermore, it took shape in a matter of seconds.

Perhaps from the start, this monster was aiming for Wang Zhong or, rather, the Fate Stone. Wang Zhong didn’t believe that this guy could see through him and spot the Fate Stone since even the Queen couldn’t. She only sensed it when she went into his Soul Sea. The only possible explanation was that he was attracted by its aura, but it was still shocking to see the Headless Knight chase Wang Zhong all the way to the Holy Land.

After looking at his surroundings, Wang Zhong realized that the intense vibrations caused not only his own dormitory but the two neighboring dormitories to collapse too. The whole scene was a mess. This area consisted of the alien-race dormitories, and no one was active there normally, but it was extremely chaotic now. Many alien races climbed out of the debris and couldn’t help but curse. They were having a good night’s sleep when the dorm suddenly collapsed on them, seemingly about to bury them alive. No one could stand that.

Escaping from the brink of death and even obtaining a second Dharma Idol unexpectedly should have been a pleasant surprise. However, looking at this scene, Wang Zhong couldn’t help but cover his forehead. Would they ask him to pay for their losses?

How much money was this going to cost? Three entire buildings and the losses that several hundreds of people suffered… Wang Zhong felt a headache coming on at the thought of that. He had only been back for a few days, and it wasn’t easy for him to earn some money by selling Mu Zi’s Samsara wine. He had just earned some money, and now, it was going to be gone… What was more depressing was that? Did he even have enough money to pay?

There were two figures floating in mid-air, exuding a terrifying Heavenly Soul Stage aura. The badges on their chest revealed their identities. They were two Great Teachers!

Both of them were glancing in the same direction, where a person laughed bitterly. That person was dressed in white and covered in grime from climbing out from the debris.

Wang Zhong raised his hand helplessly. These Great Teachers had a sharp sense of judgment indeed. Wang Zhong wasn’t intending to hide since the ward spatial fluctuations were too obvious to be missed. Even those average Holy Disciples who just woke up could tell, let alone the Great Teachers. They could practically confirm that Wang Zhong was the culprit. Trying to evade responsibility would be a dumb thing to do.

“You need to come with us.”