Kill Him

The fate of all living beings wasn't set in stone. As long as Su Yuan intervened, he could change its course.

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

A little over a month ago, whenever Su Yuan asked about the fate of some random person, the answer was almost always that they would die in a massacre carried out by the Alien Force's Interstellar Colony Ship.

It was Su Yuan's arrival that changed the future and allowed most of the people on Blue Star to survive.

Eight hours later.

Chiang Mai Airport.

A Luomu stepped off the plane. After thirty years, he had returned to Nanyang, and his thoughts were naturally a tangled mess.

"Kun Long, the score between us ends today."

A Luomu let out a soft breath and headed straight for a particular place.

It was the sacred ground of the Nanyang Nations' sorcerers, where the great sorcerers of every generation had made their home. Thirty years ago, A Luomu had been its master.

But after his defeat at Kun Long's hands, Kun Long had naturally taken over the sacred ground.

As he made his way there, A Luomu adjusted himself for the coming battle.

There was no doubt that his fight to the death with Kun Long would be a grueling battle unlike any other—perhaps even more intense than their fight thirty years ago.

After all, both Kun Long and A Luomu had grown stronger since then.

"No matter what, I'll be the one who wins!"

A Luomu's spirits soared.

It wasn't that he was confident in his own strength.

In truth, if it came down to strength alone, A Luomu still believed he was inferior to Kun Long.

But Su Yuan was backing him...

A Luomu's confidence came entirely from Su Yuan.

There was no way a powerhouse like Su Yuan would order him to go to the Nanyang Nations, then simply watch him get killed by Kun Long.

How could that be?

A Luomu didn't believe it for a second.

If Su Yuan wanted to kill him, there was no need for all this trouble. He could simply detonate the psychic power planted deep in A Luomu's soul.

A Luomu's soul would suffer severe damage, and with his soul so badly injured, he would either die on the spot or become a vegetable.

There was no other outcome.

So.

A Luomu believed Su Yuan must have another plan in reserve.

Could the Lord have already sent another powerhouse nearby, waiting for the decisive moment in my fight with Kun Long to strike?

A Luomu considered the possibility.

It was the most likely explanation.

As for why that powerhouse hadn't appeared already to join him in surrounding Kun Long...

Kun Long wasn't an idiot. The moment he saw two opponents of his own level show up, he would turn and run.

And Su Yuan's order was to kill Kun Long. That would take some planning.

A Luomu would serve as bait, drawing Kun Long into a full-force fight. When Kun Long could no longer escape, the powerhouse lying in ambush would swoop in and team up with A Luomu to kill him...

The more A Luomu thought about it, the more excited he became. This was also the plan with the best chance of killing Kun Long.

When two powerhouses of the same level fought, it was easy enough to determine the victor. But killing one another... that was much harder.

After all, the moment one side realized they were losing, they would run. And when their strength was evenly matched, the other side could rarely stop them if they were determined to escape.

Thirty years ago, A Luomu had been weaker than Kun Long, yet he had still managed to get away.

In that case, when I fight Kun Long later, I must give it everything I've got and create the best possible opening for the powerhouse the Lord sent.

A Luomu had already decided on his strategy.

He would trade injury for injury.

He didn't need to defeat Kun Long. He only needed to wear him down and give the powerhouse waiting nearby a chance.

Soon.

A Luomu arrived in front of a grand temple.

The temple stood among the mountains, ancient and imposing, with row upon row of fearsome statues enshrined within.

This was the sacred ground of the Nanyang Nations' sorcerers. The great sorcerers of every generation had resided here, their power striking fear far and wide.

"Kun Long..."

A Luomu gazed at the grand temple in the distance, a puzzled look crossing his face.

Even now, he couldn't sense the slightest trace of Kun Long's presence.

He and Kun Long came from the same lineage. Within a certain range, they could sense one another.

That was why A Luomu had stayed hidden in Magic City and hadn't dared to return to Nanyang in secret.

But now?

He couldn't tell whether Kun Long was inside the temple.

Could Kun Long have mastered that secret art? A Luomu's heart tightened.

The sorcerers' lineage had techniques that could conceal and isolate one's presence, blocking even this sort of mutual awareness.

However, one had to reach the peak of the great sorcerer realm at the very least to master such a technique.

"Kun Long is far stronger than I imagined."

A Luomu's heart grew heavy. If Kun Long really had reached the peak of the great sorcerer realm, then A Luomu stood little chance against him.

With the powerhouse the Lord sent, I still have a chance.

A Luomu reconsidered, and his mind eased.

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

What was there to fear?

With that thought, A Luomu took a step forward, channeled the arts of a great sorcerer, and sent a voice like thunder toward the distant temple.

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

Each word boomed through the air, making the many sorcerers inside the distant temple tremble.

"Who's there?"

"That's Master A Luomu..."

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

As the sacred ground of the sorcerers' lineage, the temple was home to many sorcerers, all of whom followed the orders of its resident great sorcerer.

A Luomu had been the temple's master thirty years ago, so many of the sorcerers there still remembered him.

"Not coming out?"

A Luomu waited for a while. The sorcerers in the distant temple were visibly unsettled, yet Kun Long, its master, still didn't show himself.

"That doesn't make sense."

A Luomu was perplexed. He knew Kun Long's violent temperament. There was no way he would endure such humiliation.

Could Kun Long be somewhere else?

A Luomu wondered.

That would also explain why he couldn't sense him.

The fact that the great sorcerers of every generation resided at the sacred ground didn't mean they were always there.

Sometimes, they would leave in secret to take care of personal matters.

"Fine. I'll wait here for Kun Long to return."

A Luomu wasn't in a hurry. He sat cross-legged and conserved his strength.

Just then, Su Yuan's voice suddenly came through his Miniature Earpiece.

"Go to the southwest area outside the temple."

Before leaving Magic City, Su Yuan had given A Luomu a Miniature Earpiece so they could stay in contact.

"The southwest area?"

A Luomu looked up.

The sacred grounds of the temple were already in chaos. A great sorcerer from thirty years ago had come to challenge them, and Kun Long still hadn't appeared. Many of the sorcerers had begun fleeing.

That was a perfectly normal reaction, and A Luomu understood.

No one knew what he might do next. If Kun Long didn't show up, might he take out his anger on them instead?

Or if Kun Long did show up, what if the shockwaves from the two great sorcerers' battle reached them?

Whatever the danger, leaving the temple was the best choice.

"All right."

A Luomu immediately followed Su Yuan's instructions and quietly made his way to the area southwest of the temple.

The trees were thick there, and dried bloodstains faintly marked the temple walls.

Just then, a slight rustling sound reached him.

A Luomu looked up and saw an elderly sorcerer sneaking away.

He glanced at the old sorcerer. His soul aura was so feeble that he was no different from an ordinary person. He had probably used connections to get into the sacred grounds of the sorcerers' lineage.

"You?"

The elderly sorcerer had only just escaped the temple and had yet to catch his breath when he saw A Luomu. His face filled with terror.

A Luomu felt something was a little strange, but didn't dwell on it. It was only natural that the man would be terrified.

The next moment.

Far away in Magic City, a strange look appeared in Su Yuan's eyes. His voice sounded in A Luomu's ear. "Kill him."

"him" referred, of course, to the elderly sorcerer staring at A Luomu in terror.

The sorcerer's true identity was Kun Long.

But Kun Long was in his weakened period.

Once sorcerers reached the great sorcerer realm, they entered a weakened period once every ten years.

The weakened period lasted half a day. During that time, the great sorcerer's psychic and mental powers would drop to the level of an ordinary person.

For any great sorcerer, the timing of his weakened period was a closely guarded secret. Anyone who learned it would die.

Of course, that didn't apply to Su Yuan.

Su Yuan had learned when Kun Long's weakened period would occur long ago through the Grey Mirror.

In truth, Kun Long had made extremely thorough preparations for his weakened period.

He had changed his face and identity, and even concealed his true aura. Not even A Luomu had recognized him.

That way, even if an enemy happened to come knocking while Kun Long was at his weakest, they wouldn't know where to find him.

As long as Kun Long made it through half a day, the danger would pass and all would be well.

But unfortunately for Kun Long, he was up against Su Yuan.

Su Yuan had summoned A Luomu and ordered him to return to Nanyang and kill Kun Long because Kun Long's weakened period was about to begin.

"Kill him?"

A Luomu paused. There was no one else in front of him besides the elderly sorcerer, so he gathered his thoughts, and an invisible sorcery technique enveloped the man.

From the moment A Luomu received Su Yuan's order to "kill him" to the elderly sorcerer's death, only half a second had passed.

Kun Long, the once-mighty great sorcerer who had struck fear throughout the Nanyang Nations, died there without a sound.