Bai Ye looked around but did not find the other Ten Kings member who often colluded with the Painter—the Mortician, Gu Huangquan.
As members of the Ten Kings, those two were nothing like the Tyrant or the Warden. They spent all day hiding behind the scenes and pulling petty tricks, rarely showing themselves.
If he had not mastered Cross-Time Tracking, Bai Ye suspected he might never have even met the Painter in his lifetime.
He hurriedly left the bathhouse without killing the Painter. First, he did not want to waste time; second, he could not bear to lose this power bank.
The power of [Fated Hit] was beyond question. If the Painter died, [Fated Hit] would be gone as well.
Time Stop was still in effect.
Through God's Descent, Bai Ye arrived in a mountain forest.
The mountains were silent, the stars and moon hidden behind clouds. A crude thatched hut stood amid the woods.
A middle-aged man lay asleep on the bed inside the hut. His features were gentle and his expression mild, though his face was deathly pale.
He was none other than the Chief Judge, Fang Xubai, one of the Ten Kings.
"So this is where he hid to recover. Say, if I steal some of Old Fang's Transcendence power while he's badly injured, he won't croak on me, will he?" Bai Ye muttered, but his hands did not hesitate in the slightest.
"Hand it over!"
He yanked a Skull Card from Fang Xubai's body. He did not wake Fang Xubai, since that would have been far too inefficient and would waste time explaining.
He probably would not die. How could one of the Ten Kings die so easily? Besides, given Old Fang's character, if he knew this was to save the people of Dawn City, he