Joy had to be shared.
Especially for newcomers. When they drew a card they did not recognize, they would usually open the chat group, call for the veterans, and ask whether it was any good.
That was perfectly normal.
One person's joy became two people's joy through sharing.
Only generous sharing could create a better world.
There was no virtue or act more precious than this in the world. For the Great Siming, that was especially true—but it was far from all there was to it.
He would share even more.
Pain, resentment, regret, rage, sorrow, and even... death!
At that moment, beneath the entwining giant serpent and wolf's head, the young man holding the flail smiled as always, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his face.
Under that uncanny shadow slicing through the air, every enemy felt a chill rise from the depths of their hearts.
"Hm? Not coming over?"
Huai Shi stepped forward onto the cracked floor. "Then I'll come to you—"
In an instant, the darkness of death rushed head-on.
Amid the flickering of countless afterimages, the Ruler, the Gnome Twins, and even Champion of Sorrow felt only a bone-deep chill!
Which one was real?
It no longer mattered!
This was no longer three against one... It was one against many, even a one-against-three counter-encirclement!
In the blink of an eye, amid a roar that broke the sound barrier, the wolf-headed, serpent-bodied flail chain had already wrapped around the Tree of Thunder, binding its violent force. Sparks burst from their friction, yet the hammerhead jabbed toward the back of the Ruler's skull from an unbelievable angle!
Champion of Sorrow's expression remained withered. Even amid that sudden upheaval, he stayed calm. The Guan Dao in his hand thrust forward with a step, piercing the afterimage before