Kill Him

The fate of all living beings is not set in stone; as long as Su Yuan intervenes, he can alter its trajectory.

In fact, the current fate of all living beings on Blue Star has already undergone a very thorough reversal.

More than a month ago, when Su Yuan inquired about the fate of any random person he encountered, it was almost always death at the hands of the massacre perpetrated by the Interstellar Colony Ship of the alien forces.

It was precisely because of Su Yuan's appearance that the future was changed, allowing the majority of current Blue Star inhabitants to survive.

Eight hours later.

Chiang Mai Airport.

A Luomu stepped off the plane. Having returned to the Nanyang Nations after thirty years, his thoughts were naturally exceptionally complex.

"Kun Long, the grievances between you and me shall be settled today."

A Luomu let out a soft breath and headed directly toward a certain location.

That was the holy land of the Sorcerer lineage of the Nanyang Nations, and the place where the Great Sorcerers of past generations resided. Thirty years ago, A Luomu had been the master of that very place.

However, after his defeat to Kun Long, the holy land naturally came under Kun Long's control.

On the way to the holy land, A Luomu adjusted his state of mind.

Undoubtedly, this battle with Kun Long would surely be an unprecedentedly bitter struggle, perhaps even surpassing the fight from thirty years ago.

After all, compared to thirty years ago, both Kun Long's and his own strength had improved.

"Regardless of anything, the final victor will definitely be me!"

A Luomu felt his spirit soar.

This was not due to confidence in his own strength.

In fact, if he were to rely solely on strength, A Luomu still believed he was inferior to Kun Long.

But Su Yuan stood behind A Luomu...

A Luomu's confidence came entirely from Su Yuan.

Surely a powerhouse of Su Yuan's caliber would not order him to come to the Nanyang Nations only to watch him get beaten to death by Kun Long?

How could that be possible?

A Luomu did not believe it for a second.

If Su Yuan wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need to go through such trouble; he could simply detonate the psychic power planted deep within his soul.

At that point, A Luomu's soul would suffer at least severe damage, and with a severely damaged soul, A Luomu's fate would be to either drop dead on the spot or become a vegetable.

There would be no other outcome.

Therefore.

A Luomu believed that Su Yuan must have left other contingencies in place.

Could it be that The Lord has already dispatched other powerhouses to the vicinity, waiting only for the critical moment of my battle with Kun Long to strike?

A Luomu thought to himself.

This was the most likely speculation.

As for why that powerhouse did not show up now to join him in besieging Kun Long...

Kun Long was no fool; if he saw two powerhouses of the same level coming for him, he would certainly turn and run.

And since Su Yuan's order was to kill Kun Long, some planning was required.

Using A Luomu as bait to lure Kun Long into using his full strength, and then, when he was unable to escape, having the hidden powerhouse descend from the sky to join forces and kill Kun Long...

The more A Luomu thought about it, the more excited he became. This was the most promising method to kill Kun Long.

When powerhouses of the same level fight, it is easy to determine the winner, but life and death... that is difficult.

After all, if one side realizes they cannot win, they will certainly run, and if a powerhouse of similar strength is determined to flee, the other side basically cannot stop them.

Thirty years ago, A Luomu's strength was inferior to Kun Long's, yet didn't he still manage to escape?

"In that case, when I fight Kun Long later, I must go all out to create the greatest opportunity for the powerhouse sent by The Lord."

A Luomu had already decided on his strategy.

That was to trade injury for injury.

He would not seek to defeat Kun Long, but only to drag down Kun Long's condition and create an opening for the powerhouse lurking nearby.

Soon.

A Luomu arrived before a magnificent temple.

The temple was built amidst the mountains, ancient and vast, enshrining rows of ferocious statues.

This was the holy land of the Sorcerer lineage of the Nanyang Nations, where the Great Sorcerers of every generation resided, shaking the world with their prestige.

"Kun Long..."

A Luomu looked toward the magnificent temple from afar, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

Because until this very moment, he had not sensed even the slightest trace of Kun Long's aura.

One had to understand that he and Kun Long shared the same lineage, and they possessed a mutual resonance when within a certain range of each other.

This was also the reason A Luomu had hidden in Magic City, not daring to return to the Nanyang region in secret.

But now?

He could not sense whether Kun Long was in the temple or not.

Could Kun Long have cultivated that secret technique? A Luomu felt a jolt of alarm.

Within the heritage of the Sorcerer lineage, there existed arts capable of shielding and isolating one's own aura, which could even sever this type of resonance.

However, to master such an art, one needed to have cultivated to at least the peak level of a Great Sorcerer.

Kun Long's strength is far greater than I imagined.

A Luomu's heart grew heavy; if Kun Long truly was at the peak of the Great Sorcerer level, he would essentially be no match for him.

With the powerhouse sent by The Lord here, it is not as if I have no chance.

A Luomu changed his train of thought, his heart settling slightly.

No matter how strong Kun Long was, he was only one man.

What was there to fear?

Thinking of this, A Luomu took a step forward, channeled his Great Sorcerer arts, and projected a voice like thunder toward the distant temple.

"Kun Long, come out and meet your death!"

Each word was enunciated clearly, exploding violently and causing the hearts of the many Sorcerers within the distant temple to tremble.

"Who is that?"

"That is... Master A Luomu..."

"What? Wasn't Master A Luomu gone thirty years ago..."

As the holy land of the Sorcerer lineage, there were naturally many Sorcerers present, and these Sorcerers all obeyed the orders of the holy land's Great Sorcerer.

As the master of the holy land thirty years ago, many of the Sorcerers within the temple still had an impression of him.

"Not coming out?"

A Luomu waited for a while, noticing that the many Sorcerers in the distant temple were anxious and uneasy, yet Kun Long, the master of the holy land, had still not appeared.

That shouldn't be right, should it?

A Luomu was puzzled. He understood Kun Long and knew his personality was violent; it was absolutely impossible for him to endure such humiliation.

Could it be that Kun Long is not here?

A Luomu thought to himself.

This reason would also perfectly explain why he hadn't sensed Kun Long.

The fact that the Great Sorcerers of past generations resided in the holy land did not mean they were necessarily there at all times.

Sometimes, they would leave in secret to handle their own private affairs.

"Very well, I shall wait here for Kun Long to return."

A Luomu was not in a hurry; instead, he sat cross-legged to rest and conserve his energy.

Just then, Su Yuan's voice suddenly came through the miniature earpiece.

"Go to the southwest area outside the temple now."

Before leaving Magic City, Su Yuan had given A Luomu a miniature earpiece to maintain contact at any time.

"The southwest area?"

A Luomu looked up.

At this moment, the temple holy land had descended into chaos. A Great Sorcerer from thirty years ago had come knocking, and with Kun Long failing to appear, many Sorcerers began to flee the holy land.

This was a very normal reaction, and A Luomu saw it clearly.

After all, no one knew what A Luomu would do later—would he vent his anger on them if Kun Long didn't show up?

Or, if Kun Long did arrive, would the aftermath of a battle between two Great Sorcerers affect them?

Regardless of the possibility, staying far away from the temple at this moment was the best choice.

"Understood."

A Luomu immediately followed Su Yuan's instructions, arriving silently at the southwest area of the temple.

The jungle here was lush, and the temple walls were faintly stained with dried blood.

Just then, a slight movement reached his ears.

A Luomu looked up and discovered an elderly Sorcerer sneaking out.

A Luomu glanced at the old Sorcerer; his soul aura was weak, no different from an ordinary person's. He had likely used a back door to infiltrate the holy land of the Sorcerer lineage.

"You?"

After the elderly Sorcerer escaped the temple, he had barely caught his breath before catching sight of A Luomu, his expression contorting into deep terror.

A Luomu felt a faint sense of strangeness, but he did not dwell on it; after all, it would be abnormal if the man were not terrified.

However, the next moment.

Far away in the Magic City, a strange look appeared in Su Yuan's eyes as his voice resonated in A Luomu's ear: "Kill him."

The "him" here naturally referred to the elderly Sorcerer who wore such a terrified expression.

The true identity of this Sorcerer was none other than Kun Long.

Yet, it was a Kun Long currently trapped in his period of weakness.

Within the lineage of Sorcerers, once one reached the realm of a Great Sorcerer, a period of weakness would occur once every ten years.

This period of weakness lasted for half a day, during which the Great Sorcerer's soul and mental power would plummet to the level of an ordinary person.

For any Great Sorcerer, their own period of weakness was a top-secret matter; whoever found out would die.

Of course, this did not include Su Yuan.

Su Yuan had long since known the timing of Kun Long's period of weakness through the Grey Mirror.

In fact, Kun Long had prepared extremely thoroughly for his period of weakness.

He had not only changed his appearance and identity but had even concealed his true aura, to the point that even A Luomu had not recognized him.

In this way, even if an enemy were to stumble upon him by chance and attack during his period of weakness, they would have no idea where Kun Long was.

As long as Kun Long could survive the half-day period of weakness, everything would naturally be smooth sailing.

But unfortunately for him, the one Kun Long was facing was Su Yuan.

The reason he had come to see A Luomu and ordered him to return to the Nanyang Nations to kill Kun Long was precisely because the man's period of weakness was approaching.

"Kill him?"

A Luomu was stunned for a moment. Since there was no one else before him except for that elderly Sorcerer, A Luomu's thoughts shifted, and an invisible sorcery spell enveloped the man.

From the moment he received Su Yuan's order to "kill him" to the death of the elderly Sorcerer, only half a second had passed.

Kun Long, a generation of Great Sorcerers who had once shaken the Nanyang Nations, died silently right there.