When Zhang Chen led Guizhong into the Ghoul Stomach World, the Five Evils, who had split up, had all arrived in the areas surrounding their respective nodes.
Jia Xin was currently on a giant stone plain. The only cover here was the enormous rocks scattered about. Five kilometers from the center, Jia Xin stood behind a boulder, holding his breath beneath a cloak that completely concealed his aura.
"You don't need to hide. Come out. The real war hasn't even begun yet, so there's no need for either of us to be so tense. This drawn-bow atmosphere is rather uncomfortable. We might as well relax and have a chat. Fighting and killing aren't really my preferred pace of life. Once I make my way into the Higher Plane, I'll definitely secure a stable identity and settle down in a stable society. A life of fighting and killing is no fun at all. Don't you agree?"
Though Constantine's voice was quiet, it reached Jia Xin's ears with perfect clarity.
Jia Xin removed the cloak draped over him and tucked it away. Dressed in white with satin ribbons, a longsword on his back, and carrying the aura of an immortal, he stepped out from behind the boulder. He stood in stark contrast to Constantine, who leaned against a massive stone pillar at the center of the plain with a cigar between his lips, looking like an ordinary man.
"A peaceful, stable life is built upon the corpses of countless lowly beings. Is that interesting?" Jia Xin countered.
Constantine pulled a cigar from his pocket and flicked it with a single finger. The cigar flew at several times the speed of sound and was precisely caught by Jia Xin. Despite such speed, the cigar was not damaged in the slightest, and not even