Pan and the Investigation

Those who proved their resolve through death.

In novels, they often did not die, but in reality, death usually meant death.

Yet there were occasional exceptions. Some things were coincidences, while others had long been predestined. And what was destined naturally would not proceed according to ordinary rules.

In truth, Shi En had caught the eye of an important figure long ago.

But that person knew very well that Shi En was not someone willing to easily live beneath others and follow them.

This was mainly because Shi En had already failed once in choosing a master, and had even been deeply repressed within the Plundering Empire. Winning his wholehearted submission was not something that could be achieved with a few words or sheer strength alone.

Some people could be subdued by force, but others would rather die than yield.

Shi En was that sort of person.

The Black Stupa came crashing down upon him. His expression did not change; he merely raised both hands. Even in death, he did not want to implicate the people in the fortress below.

But just as the Black Stupa was about to strike him, a fist flew in from afar and slammed into it in the blink of an eye. The Black Stupa was knocked askew and flung at an outrageous angle into the distant void.

Who?

The Looting Emperor frowned and immediately looked in the direction from which the fist had come.

A giant at least six meters tall slowly approached from afar. With every step he took, a floor tile appeared out of thin air in the void, and he walked over them at an unhurried pace.

He looked slow, yet was actually incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived above Brother Fortress.

The Looting Emperor narrowed