The Genius Xuan Ci

Just as Ling Tian had said, three of the four remaining marauders were easily killed by the young geniuses of the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race. As for the last marauder, knowing death was inevitable, he instead calmed down. After learning that the Bee Ancestor had died, his expression turned desolate, then utterly dejected. He muttered that they had probably died for nothing.

He had also seen Ling Tian and the others, who had killed his three brothers. At first, he had wanted to self-destruct and take them with him, but now his heart was dead and he had abandoned the idea. He glanced one last time toward the place where his brothers had fallen, then sat cross-legged in midair and resolutely chose to self-destruct.

"Brothers, don't blame your big brother for failing to avenge you. In their eyes, my strength probably amounts to nothing." The marauder chief murmured to himself, his expression desolate. He paid no mind to the surging aura swelling around him, his eyes filled with fond remembrance. "Big brother's coming to join you. In the Nine Nether Underworld, we'll drink together again and raise hell in the Underworld."

A moment later, a thunderous explosion rang out. And so the marauder's life came to an end—a life filled with helplessness and bitterness, yet also rich and colorful.

When the marauder chief chose to self-destruct, the Mysterious Spirit Bee remained motionless. He was still turning over the words he had heard earlier, and an ominous premonition stirred faintly in his heart. But when he thought of the arrangements his great-grandfather had made before his passing, he felt somewhat reassured.

The thunderous blast interrupted his thoughts. He felt not the slightest pity for the last man's death. With a sidelong glance, he looked toward Ling Tian and the others. Seeing