Happy Home District, inside a rented apartment in one of the buildings.
Blood covered the floor, faintly forming some kind of ritual track.
Large amounts of dark red blood had also flowed out from the kitchen and bathroom. It belonged to the apartment's original owner, and their fate was easy to imagine.
In the living room stood two tall figures.
They were powerfully built and deep-featured, yet they stood silently like statues, like two mute granite guards.
"Ah!"
At that moment, a scream shattered the silence.
At the center of the many ritual tracks, Guo Peipei had been sitting cross-legged. Now, she suddenly opened her eyes, clutched her head, and screamed. "Fang Xing... He actually... Was that the third realm of the Ghost God Blade—Fighting Ghosts and Gods? That strike... that strike... No, that's not right. It was in his dream, his home ground, which was why he could make his Ghost God Blade achieve Limit Breaking... The greater the heart, the greater the martial arts..."
Dreams were naturally different from reality, allowing all sorts of incredible things.
Especially in one's own dreams! Everyone was half a Creator!
Guo Peipei had merely awakened a low-level Dream Entry Ability and did not know much about dreams.
But she knew that she had lost this time!
The Great Lord she had simulated through imagination and the cult's texts had failed to intimidate Fang Xing. Instead, it had been crushed in one blow!
"Martial Will can really be this powerful?"
Guo Peipei's face turned deathly pale as pain throbbed through her forehead. "No, he might report this to the Prevention Bureau. This place is no longer safe. I need to leave..."
Bang!
Just then, the front door exploded with a deafening blast!
Like the roar of a cannon, the district's alloy door was