Take the Blame? Impossible!

Youlan and the foreign Deities reached a two-hundred-year agreement.

It wasn't to maintain this world's balance.

It was simply that neither side could do anything to the other.

They merely feared each other.

The moment one side gained the ability to annihilate the other,

they would certainly attack without hesitation.

And now.

Jiang Fu and Shi Jiu, the two masterminds behind the scenes, had personally taken action.

Youlan naturally gave them his wholehearted support.

He stayed out of it while intimidating the foreign Deities.

At the same time, he turned a blind eye.

He watched the two masterminds sharpen their blades against the Deities.

They were making a grand show of blatant double standards.

The twelve fleeing High Gods heard Youlan's warning.

They immediately stumbled in midair.

Then they ran even faster.

Inside the Sequence Research Institute.

When the Xing Juns saw the twelve High Gods flee, they didn't chase them either.

Instead, they continued wreaking havoc throughout the Sequence Research Institute...

Moving things!

Everything within sight that could be carried away was taken!

The underground shelter was still in utter chaos.

"Damn Little Blondie! Beat Little Blondie to death!"

"Brothers, follow me and beat Little Blondie to death!"

"Little Blondie? Where's Little Blondie?"

"And where did they go? How did they disappear just like that?"

"Holy crap, there really is a Little Blondie! Beat Little Blondie to death!"

Those researchers who had once been refined and scholarly, disciplined and proper, with an air of bookish elegance,

had transformed at this moment into members of the Beat-the-Bad-Little-Blondie Brigade.

Some grabbed chairs, while others swung tables.

They threw themselves one after another at that invisible patch of air.

Then they vanished one by one.

The researchers who were farther away and hadn't yet been hit by the Taunt stood there dumbfounded.