“Hero, you are a magnanimous man; just treat me like a fart and let me go.” “I don’t have a habit of farting anywhere.
You are Dong Wu.” Li Xiao released his hand, looking down at the middle-aged man covering his ears with both hands.
“S-sir, I’m not him.
I don’t know anything.
I’m just a small fry.” “Alright, Tang Lai is my man.” Hearing that name, Dong Wu tremblingly opened his eyes, quickly looked up at Li Xiao, then swiftly looked down again.
It was just a fleeting glance, but a sense of familiarity rose in his heart.
“May I know your name, sir?
Why have you stopped me?” Li Xiao didn’t mind Dong Wu’s cautious demeanor: “There’s nothing for you here anymore.
You can’t go back to Yongxing.
Go back to Eternal Night City and find Tang Lai; he will make arrangements.” Li Xiao patted Dong Wu’s shoulder, said nothing more, and vanished from the spot in a flash.
Dong Wu looked around; everything that had just happened felt like an illusion.
He slowly stood up, shaking his somewhat damp pants.
“Damn it, you scared me to death.” Patting his chest and letting out a long breath, Dong Wu rushed back towards Eternal Night City without looking back.
Li Xiao, on the other hand, was weaving through the forest, chasing the man who had left with the iron box earlier.
He had already caught up to the bus, but upon sensing a familiar aura ahead, Li Xiao didn’t act rashly.
Moreover, although the auras of the two people on the bus were very subtle, Li Xiao could confirm that both were Martial King Realm experts of the sixth rank.
One against two was clearly not a wise move.
Li Xiao also recognized the person blocking the truck; the leader was none other than the disappeared Marcus.
When he saw that Marcus was blocking the way, Li Xiao’s heart stirred.
A Pure-blood noble from the Holy City, the item he desired would surely not be simple.
On the highway, Marcus and his group were blocked.
Deep in the dense forest, Li Xiao also caught up with the man holding the box.
With his palm as the hilt and his True Qi as the blade, Li Xiao unleashed a cold light from behind.
Sensing danger, the man turned to block, a pale yellow True Qi erupting to protect his body, blocking Li Xiao’s casual strike.
The man stopped, and Li Xiao caught up to him.
“If you can stop and leave, the Situ Family will certainly offer a generous gift afterward.” The moment they exchanged blows, the man knew that Li Xiao was also a sixth-rank Martial King Realm expert.
Not wanting to get entangled further, he offered benefits, trying to persuade Li Xiao to retreat.
At this moment, Li Xiao had already put on the yama mask he wore during the nightclub massacre that day, revealing only his eyes and their blood-red pupils.
“Alright, put the item down, and I’ll allow you to leave.” As soon as Li Xiao finished speaking, the man, without hesitation, immediately attacked fiercely and decisively.
The man lunged forward, his palm forming a claw, directly aiming for Li Xiao’s chest.
The tiger-shaped martial arts phenomenon behind him also struck out with a palm, following closely.
Li Xiao lightly tapped his toes, retreating to dodge, and the Red Moon phenomenon appeared behind him.
The surrounding hundred meters were enveloped in red moonlight, and a faint red mist rose in the air.
As soon as the Red Moon phenomenon appeared, the tiger-shaped phenomenon behind the man seemed to be bound by invisible chains, and its aura slowly withered despite its roars.
The man felt his blood boiling inside him, as if it wanted to burst out of his body.
Red light flashed in Li Xiao’s pupils, and the True Qi in his body transformed into a long blade.
He lowered his body, his left hand gripping the scabbard, his right hand tightly holding the hilt.
The man sensed danger, feeling a chill run down his waist, and he rapidly retreated.
Drawing the blade and unsheathing it happened in an instant.
A flash of a blade, like a teleportation, flickered past the man’s eyes, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
His body froze in place.
“Crack!” A faint sound entered his ears.
All the vegetation within a hundred meters was severed, falling down, leaving only smooth cut surfaces of tree roots.
The tiger-shaped martial arts phenomenon didn’t even have time to let out a mournful cry before it was completely shattered.
The man lowered his head, his upper body gradually losing balance, with a line of blood at his waist.
As he fell to the ground, the box in his hand also rolled to the side.
Even a sixth-rank Martial King was beyond help when cut in half at the waist.
At this moment, the man no longer cared about the box; his hands frantically tried to stuff the internal organs that were spilling out back inside.
As if doing so would allow him to live.
But blood, like water from an open faucet, continuously flowed out.
“…
Ugh…” The man opened his mouth several times but couldn’t make a sound; his throat was already filled with blood.
His hands, stained with blood-soaked mud, and his vacant eyes, he died without understanding how Li Xiao, also a Martial King, managed to kill him with a single strike.
With this question, his consciousness fell into eternal oblivion.
The long blade in his hand transformed back into red True Qi, and Li Xiao slowly walked to the man’s corpse.
Without any waste, the Red Moon suspended on his back vibrated, and the corpse and the spilled blood were all pulled up, floating into the Red Moon phenomenon.
When all the blood was absorbed by the Red Moon, Li Xiao could clearly feel that the aura of the Red Moon behind him had intensified by several points.
Li Xiao glanced at the withered corpse on the ground.
Although the opponent was a sixth-rank Martial King, his racial rank was just an ordinary human, so his blood could not be used to improve racial rank.
It was a small regret.
But it was also precisely because of this that, although both were early-stage Martial Kings, Li Xiao was able to kill him with one strike by surprise.
Reality was this cruel.
Among transcendents of the same realm, humans were simply weaker than powerful transcendent beings.
After all, lacking the amplification of racial rank indeed put them at a disadvantage.
However, being instantly killed by one strike was not the only reason.
The power of Heaven-Splitting Blade Draw Slash, the man’s eagerness to protect the box, his failure to fully defend himself immediately, and his inability to free his hands to cast martial skills were all factors in his being killed by one strike.
Li Xiao bent down to pick up the iron box on the ground, then looked down at the corpse.
“He wanted the box but not his life, and in the end, lost both.
He clearly hasn’t heard an old saying…” Li Xiao shook his head, secretly admonishing himself that no matter the situation, nothing was more important than life.
If this man had let go and fought with all his might, not caring about the box, Li Xiao wouldn’t have been confident in killing him in a short amount of time.
Perhaps the man had some trump card he hadn’t used yet, perhaps.
Just as Li Xiao picked up the box and before he had time to examine it, he sensed a group of auras rapidly approaching.
Having no intention of meeting them, he immediately picked up speed and left the scene with all his might.
When Marcus arrived, carrying a dried corpse, he only saw two sections of bodies on the ground, also drained of blood.
His carefully laid plan had been intercepted.
Marcus tightened his grip, and the neck of the withered corpse instantly turned to dust and broke off.
As the decapitated corpse fell to the ground, Marcus clenched his fist, his gaze sweeping over the smooth cuts on the surrounding fallen trees.
His heart also jolted in surprise, and his pupils constricted slightly.
“What fast blade work.” “Young Master, should we pursue?” Marcus stood with his hands behind his back in silence, then after a few breaths, he coldly shook his head: “No, let’s go back first.” Even without considering whether they could catch up, Marcus looked at the silent forest around him and had no idea where to even begin the pursuit.
Before leaving, Marcus waved his hand casually.
Red flames appeared out of thin air, completely burning the two corpses to ashes, becoming fertilizer for the new growth of nearby vegetation.
Outside the east of the city.
The battle here had ended.
Irina had several gashes on her body.
The wriggling granulation tissue tried to heal the wounds, but the attached battle qi prevented them from closing.
Her face was pale, completely lacking her usual carefree demeanor.
Supporting Thorne, who had lost an arm and was in even worse shape than her, with both hands, she frowned deeply, her eyes fixed on Allen ahead.
The box was already in Allen’s hands.
Opening it in front of the two of them, and finding it empty, Allen’s expression remained unchanged.
He simply tossed the empty box aside.
Allen, showing no signs of disarray, did not press his advantage to eliminate Irina and Thorne.
In a blink, his figure was gone, leaving only the cracked ground behind.
Irina and Thorne exchanged glances.
Although both felt it was strange, they dared not linger and dragged their injured bodies away.
On the highway leading to Tianming City.
The Black-robed Blood Kin casually threw the empty box in their hands to the ground.
As they turned to leave, flames erupted at the scene, destroying the bodies and traces, leaving no one alive…