That day, the general turned her gaze toward Sunday and spoke. Her voice could be called pleasant, but Sunday merely shook his head and replied.
"Blades have been drawn, and war has ravaged the entire sea of stars."
"Is it appropriate for the Xianzhou to try to remain unstained?"
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"You want us to assassinate Screwllum?"
As Sunday's words fell, Feixiao looked at him, and the cheerfulness on the general's face gradually faded away.
Clearly, she had not expected those words in the slightest. The face that had just carried a hint of foxlike charm now slowly froze like cold iron. A frigid aura quietly spread, like a lake suddenly icing over in winter, every inch of her skin radiating a chill that kept others at a distance.
"You've got quite the nerve, using the Xianzhou as a weapon."
Yet upon seeing this, Sunday did not retreat in the slightest. Instead, he decisively took a large step forward.
The Hunt Path was not suited for large-scale warfare, but in decapitation operations, it was practically godlike.
When Russell drove back Screwllum, he had used a combined technique of the Hunt and Chaos.
Before that supreme arrow technique, even Screwllum had to endure a full set of Kal'tsit's thought currents before he could get away safely.
"I think the meaning of the Hunt is not merely to end immortality. It is even less about shutting oneself away like Buddhism amid unending war, or even becoming an accomplice."
She stared directly into Saran's—no, Feixiao's—azure eyes, like glaciers blended with grasslands, speaking each word clearly.
Feixiao: "..."
The fox's expression gradually darkened.
—Talking about ideals and faith before major powers was undoubtedly an absurd act in a materialist world.
But in a world where gods