Burn Everything Amid Raging Flames

"Instead of using that strength to bite your enemies, you only dare to save it for begging to die?"

As Ye Xiu watched Qiu Yu charge at him, an inexplicable spark appeared in his eyes.

He drew a deep breath. Without using a trace of spiritual power, he merely pulled out a gun and unleashed a continuous barrage ahead like a machine gun.

"Do you really think you're innocent? It was you—you who destroyed everything I had!"

Ye Xiu's words thoroughly ignited the fury in Qiu Yu's heart. Roaring, he charged forward, and some unknown force rose within him, truly setting his body ablaze.

Spiritual power surged, and the burning flames unexpectedly lent him a measure of majesty.

"In a world where the weak are meat and the strong eat, all that remains in your idiot brain is this foolish, simple grudge."

Ye Xiu's figure was like an insubstantial gust amid the night, leaving no trace behind.

With the enhancement of spiritual power, Qiu Yu should clearly have held the advantage. Yet after a wild barrage of attacks, he had not managed to touch Ye Xiu even once.

On the contrary, the impacts of the bullets left quite a few wounds across his body.

The wounds looked frighteningly deep, but they were not truly life-threatening.

After all, the gun in Ye Xiu's hand was an utterly ordinary spirit gun. It was even so old that, let alone harming a Core Formation Realm cultivator, it would likely struggle to injure even an ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator who was on guard.

"What is wrong with hating you? The defeated are stripped of everything—are they not even allowed to harbor resentment?"

After failing to touch Ye Xiu several times in a row, Qiu Yu began to gasp heavily.

He was still seriously