Dealing with the Insect Tide

Xu Yuan had actually wanted to advise Feng Jiuxuan otherwise.

The situation in the city was indeed well-suited for taking Qin Ke's head, but in a high-end battle like this, unless it was a trump card prepared long in advance, anything you could think of, the other side would surely have anticipated as well—and might even have laid a trap around it.

Unfortunately, before he could say it, Feng Jiuxuan had already vanished.

But on second thought, before Tianyuan had been blasted away, she had not transmitted any secret message to conspire with that old man. Besides, with his uncle's strength, even if he could not kill Qin Ke, nothing much could go wrong. It was always worth making an attempt on Qin Ke's side.

With that thought, Xu Yuan sped toward the government office. After all, he very much agreed with the first half of his uncle's words.

Though the energy-supplying markings on the back of his hand remained, he had no meridians and thus could not cast techniques. His true combat power was now actually inferior to what it had been in his Strange Ghost form. He could not even begin to measure up to the remaining supreme Saints.

But just as he moved, Xu Yuan caught a small change in the sky from the corner of his eye.

The White Emperor's fist punched straight through Mu Nuo's torso.

When speed reached a certain extreme, even a blunt weapon could inflict the piercing wound of a blade.

There was no sound at all. The tiny body of a six- or seven-year-old child hung from that arm, its entire chest having vanished without a trace. It was rather horrifying to behold.

Xu Yuan paid no attention to Mu Nuo's injury. Instead, he inwardly cursed Tianyuan for throwing the match.