Dog-Eat-Dog

Xuanyuan's lips once again curled into that familiar, amused smile.

Even a fool could figure out which one to choose.

Simple fighting and killing was too crude.

He preferred the thrill of toying with his enemies, holding them in the palm of his hand and watching them march toward destruction, step by step, in despair and regret.

He glanced out the window.

Dawn was near.

A new day was about to begin in Luoyun City.

And a truly wonderful show was about to begin as well.

The sky was just beginning to lighten. The first rays of morning pierced the clouds, gilding the outline of Luoyun City with a faint golden glow.

The breakfast stalls along the street were already sending up wisps of white smoke. A few pedestrians began to appear, and a new day slowly stirred to life with its usual calm and bustle.

Yet beneath that tranquility, unseen currents had already begun to surge.

In a private room at Listen to the Wind Tower.

Xuanyuan sat cross-legged. He hadn't slept all night, but he seemed more alert than ever. His Spiritual Sense spread like an invisible net across the entire room, and not the slightest movement could escape his notice.

His gaze settled on the figure slumped in the corner like a dead dog.

Brother Biao.

It was time for this "messenger" to serve his purpose.

Xuanyuan flicked a finger. A thread of Spiritual Power, nearly too fine to see, shot out like a red-hot needle and pierced a pressure point at the back of Brother Biao's neck.

"Gah—!"

A shrill, stifled scream forced its way from Brother Biao's throat. He jolted upright, his muscles convulsing violently, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, as if he were enduring some unspeakable torture.

It wasn't physical pain, but a shudder