This was a gamble.
A gamble staked on everything Chen Xingzhou and Lei Yaoxing had.
The Chieftain beyond the clouds would render judgment and witness the whole affair—from the instant that bullet, which utterly shattered the balance, was fired, it had already begun.
There was no room for clever tricks, nor any possibility of disguise or playacting.
Either die this absurd death, or crawl out of hell alive and reach out to seize everything you wanted!
This was the final punishment the Chieftain had decreed for Chen Xingzhou in advance. For his own selfish ends, he had tried to push Yacheng's Wild Bazaar into the line of fire. His crime deserved ten thousand deaths.
And from the moment that bullet was fired, Yacheng's Wild Bazaar had only two possible outcomes.
The first was that Lei Yaoxing subdued everyone, ascending the throne and receiving his crown with means and power surpassing even Lei Wuye's, becoming Yacheng's true Spokesperson. At that point, Chen Xingzhou would be nothing more than a clown, not worth a laugh.
The second was that, under the fury of the masses, Lei Yaoxing would find no way forward and no path back. He would be unable to settle the matter with one decisive blow or control the situation, to the point of threatening everyone's safety.
Once the tacit understanding and balance had been broken, Chen Xingzhou, returned from death, would represent all the other participants in settling every account.
Now, victory and defeat had finally been decided before the funeral altar.
Lei Yaoxing ultimately lacked the ability to control the Wild Bazaar and reshape the Wilderness.
Or rather, under Chen Xingzhou's interference and guidance, one wrong step had led to another. The accumulated damage had become impossible to reverse, until he had personally ruined the situation to this