Dan Heng's Growing Sense of Crisis: This Loli Is Fiercer Than a Vidyadhara High Elder

The shaft of Cloud-Piercer emitted a teeth-setting, micro-metallic whine.

On the back of Dan Heng's hand, blue veins bulged like tree roots.

His knuckles were dyed a bloodless, deathly white from excessive force.

The scalding steam inside the Data Bank poured out in billowing waves along the wide-open metal doors.

The scent of scorched insulation rubber mixed with pungent ozone, relentlessly drilling into people's nasal cavities.

Dan Heng's profile was baked red by the heat wave.

Yet the blood throughout his body felt as though it had been frozen in an ice cellar, bone-chillingly cold.

He stared fixedly at the white-haired little girl in the center of the lounge.

His breathing was rapid.

His chest rose and fell violently, causing the fabric at his collar to constantly rub against his clavicle.

That murderous intent, originally buried deep within his bones and blood, spilled out uncontrollably like a beast driven to a desperate end.

The spearhead trembled slightly in the air.

That was the instinctual defense of a living creature facing an unknown threat.

Scores of steps away.

Su Chen on the leather sofa stopped swinging his legs.

He felt it.

A cold, sharp gaze carrying distinct hostility stabbed into his back like needle tips.

In this carriage, just baptized by the gaze of an Aeon and with everyone scared like quails, someone still dared to brandish a weapon at him.

Su Chen felt a bit annoyed.

The chewing muscles on both sides of his cheeks tightened abruptly.

Crack.

The peppermint candy in his mouth that hadn't yet dissolved was bitten directly into tiny fragments by him.

The crisp sound seemed exceptionally abrupt in the dead-silent carriage.

He didn't get up.

He merely maintained the posture of lying prone on the sofa backrest, slowly turning his head sideways.

The small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose slid down half an inch due to gravity.

Revealing those complete azure-blue eyes.

The gazes of the two collided in mid-air.

Dan Heng's eyelids jumped violently.

The moment their gazes met, the surrounding sounds suddenly receded.

The crackle of sparks splashing in the Data Bank, the gurgling of boiling coolant, Welt's heavy panting—all of them were dragged extremely far away, ultimately returning to utter silence.

Dan Heng felt his soul being forcefully dragged into a boundless blue abyss.

What kind of eyes were those.

Ethereal, profound, yet packed with massive amounts of information sufficient to blow up a mortal's brain.

There was no murderous intent, nor was there any mockery.

There was only a kind of absolute aloofness.

Just like a human looking down at an ant on the roadside.

Not hating the ant, simply not caring.

Whether you raise your spear or bare your fangs, in the eyes of the owner of these eyes, it didn't even count as a breeze.

Thud.

Dan Heng heard a muffled, heavy sound.

That was the sound of his own heartbeat.

Thud, thud, thud!

His heart slammed violently against his ribs inside his chest like a broken drum being frantically beaten by a heavy hammer.

Every single beat forcefully pumped ice-charioted blood toward his limbs and bones.

Physiological fear erupted completely.

The Vidyo-Dhara bloodline within Dan Heng, the pride that once belonged to the High Elder, issued a shrill-to-the-extreme warning at this moment.

The phantom of dragon scales flickered in and out of existence on his fair neck.

That was his bloodline screaming wildly, urging him to turn around immediately and flee this place.

Even when facing a Lord Ravager, the Viduyadhara High Elder would dare to draw his spear and fight.

Right now, however, Dan Heng's legs were nailed to the metal floor as if filled with lead, unable to take a single step.

A soybean-sized cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

It slid down the high bridge of his nose.

The sweat flowed into his eyes, bringing a burning, tingling sensation.

Dan Heng couldn't even manage the action of blinking.

He felt the surrounding air turn into solidified cement.

Massive gravity pressed onto his shoulders, pressing his spine until it emitted a subtle grinding sound.

A sour pain came from the meniscus in his knees.

His muscles twitched wildly.

An absurd thought flashed through Dan Heng's mind.

If this little loli with tied-up white hair eating peppermint candy wished to, she wouldn't even need to make a move.

She would only need a glance, or a sigh, and she could knead the entire Xianzhou Luofu into a ball of scrap metal, throwing it into a star as a toy in her hands to be burned away.

This was not a child at all.

This was a cosmic disaster wearing human skin.

Su Chen looked at the stiff, cold-faced young man.

The azure Six Eyes parsed every inch of muscle tremor and every drop of sliding cold sweat on Dan Heng's body with absolute clarity.

He could see the energy inside the opponent's body running wildly, yet tightly suppressed within the meridians, not daring to be released.

Satoru Gojo grinned, revealing two rows of neat, tiny white teeth.

He didn't speak.

He merely looked quietly at Dan Heng like that, his gaze revealing a trace of listless indifference.

Time passed by the second.

In reality, less than three seconds had elapsed.

Yet to Dan Heng, these three seconds were more agonizing than the long years he had spent in The Shackling Prison.

Lack of oxygen caused the edges of his vision to start blacking out.

His chest felt as stuffy as if a large lump of water-soaked cotton had been stuffed inside.

His right hand holding the spear went completely numb, his ten fingers too stiff to bend.

Clang.

A crisp sound of metal hitting the floor.

Cloud-Piercer turned into a wisp of cyan water vapor, dissolving away from Dan Heng's palm.

He let go.

He completely abandoned his posture of resistance.

Dan Heng lowered his head, avoiding those azure eyes.

His chin nearly touched his collarbone.

He gasped heavily for breath, greedily sucking the charred-smelling air of the carriage into his lungs.

His lung lobes emitted an overburdened hissing sound.

His worldview was crushed to smithereens at this moment.

What Astral Express guard.

What Viduyadhara High Elder passed down through hundreds of generations.

In front of this so-called "Seventh Seat of the Imaginary Divine Court," he didn't even qualify to carry shoes.

Even the courage to look the opponent straight in the eye had been completely drained away during those three seconds just now.

Seeing the opponent put away his weapon, Su Chen felt somewhat uninteresting.

He turned his head and continued lying prone on the sofa backrest.

Pushing his sunglasses slightly upward, he looked at the sea of stars outside that had once again returned to peace.

His two short little legs began to swing back and forth in mid-air once more.

The air in the lounge resumed its circulation.

The suffocating sensation that pressed down so hard people couldn't breathe vanished instantly.

Welt was still kneeling on one knee on the charred floor of the Data Bank, having no strength at all to care about what happened outside.

Himeko leaned against the door frame, her face pale.

Dan Heng stood in place.

Sweat had completely soaked his inner layer, sticking clamefully to his skin, chilling to the core when the wind blew.

He looked at his slightly trembling right hand.

The metal indentation from the spear shaft still lingered in his palm.

He didn't say a single word.

Not even a single conventional closing remark could be managed.

Dan Heng turned around, his steps somewhat unsteady.

His leather shoes stepped on the ground full of glass shards, emitting a rustling sound.

He lowered his head and walked back into the depths of the Data Bank.

The melted cabinet was still emitting black smoke, and broken circuits flickered with faint sparks.

Dan Heng's back melted into that dim smoke, exuding a desolate and autistic vibe of someone whose spine had been completely snapped.

The parlor car fell into dead silence once more.

Right behind this huge leather sofa, a pair of golden eyes was stealthily staring at everything outside.

Xingbao lay prone on the carpet entirely, like a lizard dodging its natural enemy, clinging tightly to the leather base of the sofa.

She had watched everything that just happened.

The calmest, hardest-hitting cold-faced little dragon boy in the Astral Express Crew hadn't even dared to unleash his ultimate move.

Merely by being glanced at by this white-haired little loli, he was scared into dropping his weapon directly and slinking away into the dark room.

Xingbao swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

A gulp sound issued from her throat.

She lowered her head to look at her dust-stained palms, then raised her head to look at those two fair, tender little feet dangling above her head.

Within those golden eyes, the original fear was rapidly fading away.

Replacing it was a fanatical glow of having spotted a supreme, thick thigh.

This was a big shot even the Astral Express Crew couldn't afford to provoke!

If she could latch onto this thigh, who would ever dare manage her when she dug through dumpsters in this sea of stars in the future?

Stellaron? Destruction?

In front of this loli who could scare people to pissing their pants with a casual glance, those were nothing!

Xingbao's breathing grew rapid.

Using both hands and feet, she crawled out from behind the sofa.

The wide hem of her trench coat dragged on the carpet, sweeping out a gray trace.

She bypassed the glass coffee table.

And ran to the front of the sofa where Su Chen lay prone.

Without any hesitation, Xingbao's legs went weak.

Thump!

Both of her knees slammed heavily onto the red velvet carpet, emitting a muffled, dull sound.

Supporting the ground with both hands, her upper body held straight and rigid, she tilted up her dust-filled face.

Her knees were nailed tightly right in front of Satoru Gojo.