Cage and Time!

Tang Fei and Phoenix faced off against the Clown and the Snake Woman as well.

Tang Fei against the Clown, Phoenix against the Snake Woman.

Judging by their names alone, Tang Fei and Phoenix had already won.

Their faces won too.

Yet the Snake Woman kept staring at Tang Fei's face.

She was dissatisfied with the current matchups. In a seductive voice, she said to the Clown, "This little brother is so handsome. He looks delicious, and I really like him. How about I deal with him instead? Didn't you want Phoenix soup? I'll leave her to you."

The Clown glanced at Phoenix, greed and lechery flashing in his eyes. Then he shook his head and refused. "I like him too. I was just thinking of having a good chat with him."

The intelligence they had received said Phoenix was already a master of the Qi Control Realm. But in the Clown's eyes, this Tang Fei was even more frightening.

He knew perfectly well that if he did not deal with him first, he would never get to drink that bowl of Phoenix soup.

So he did not dare leave Tang Fei to the Snake Woman.

That woman was lovesick. What if, in the middle of battle, she decided to make love?

She might get her throat slit in a single stroke.

The Snake Woman seemed quite wary of the Clown. Helplessly, she said, "Fine. Then I'll watch over this little Phoenix for you first. But you'd better hurry. If I wait too long, I'll start eating first."

"Don't worry. I won't keep you waiting long." The Clown chuckled.

When he noticed Tang Fei was smiling at him too, he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing because you're ugly," Tang Fei said frankly.

"Hahaha, I really am ugly."

The Clown burst into laughter, then raised his hand and pulled the trigger at Tang Fei's head.

That antique double-barreled pistol had somehow appeared in his hand. Deep-blue energy bullets erupted from both barrels at once.

Tang Fei did not dare take them head-on and dodged to the side.

Bang!

The spot where Tang Fei had been standing became a crater over a meter deep.

Sure enough, the weapons brought from New Star possessed terrifyingly powerful energy.

The Clown laughed madly, firing wildly at Tang Fei while shouting, "Don't run! Come play with me."

"Don't you think this ugly face of mine is fun?"

"Come out. Come out!"

Tang Fei rushed forward, using the trunk of a large tree as leverage. He soared high into the air, spun around in a full circle, then turned back and slashed the Dogleg Knife in his hand viciously at the Clown's head.

The Clown grinned broadly. Without moving an inch, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger at Tang Fei.

This was a move that would take them both down!

The instant Tang Fei's Dogleg Knife severed the Clown's head, his own body would likely be blasted open by the energy gun.

"Psycho!"

Tang Fei cried out, forcibly twisting in midair. He dodged the Clown's bullet, but also gave up his chance to kill him.

"Come on! What are you afraid of?" The Clown laughed crazily and shouted at Tang Fei, who stood before him. "Let's die together. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"I'm afraid of dying." Tang Fei looked at the Clown. "Even more afraid of dying with you."

"In that case, you can die by yourself." The Clown stopped smiling. A serious Clown looked even uglier.

He aimed his double-barreled pistol at Tang Fei's head and savagely pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!

The left barrel still fired that deep-blue energy bullet. Tang Fei had already witnessed its power; it was a terrifying thing capable of blasting a person into pulp.

Click!

The Clown pulled the trigger again.

What came from the right barrel was an ancient bullet—a silver bullet engraved with intricate patterns.

The silver bullet launched later yet arrived first, overtaking the blue Energy Bullet. Just before piercing Tang Fei's body, it exploded with a bang.

Silver radiance poured outward, blanketing a five-hundred-meter area around Tang Fei like moonlight.

Tang Fei wanted to flee, but the area covered by the radiance was too vast. There was no way to escape it in an instant.

Tang Fei immediately held his breath, not daring to inhale any gas or substance.

He did not know what sort of bullet the Clown had used, but since he had fired it at this moment, and it had exploded before touching Tang Fei's body—

It definitely was not something good!

Even more deadly, the Energy Bullet arrived at just the right moment, shooting straight toward Tang Fei's body.

Tang Fei tried to dodge, only to discover that his body had gone rigid and would not obey him at all.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of the Clown's mouth. "The silver bullet is called Cage. The blue bullet is called Time."

The Cage restricted one's freedom, while Time stopped one's time.

Shan He looked at the gaunt, skeletal Old Man before him and asked irritably, "And who are you?"

His wish to kill Tang Fei in one blow had just fallen through, and Shan He was already seething with rage.

If Tang Fei did not die, he would have no way to wash away the humiliation he had suffered earlier.

He had originally planned to battle Tang Fei for another three hundred rounds. Instead, Tang Fei had gone off to deal with the Clown, and now some unknown old man had appeared before him, studying him with a smile.

What a creep!

"You're from Wuyou Palace, aren't you?" The Old Man tilted his face toward the sky and greeted Shan He with a chuckle.

Shan He was startled and asked curiously, "You know about Wuyou Palace?"

"Take people's money, rid them of their troubles. With no troubles, people have no enemies. Isn't that where Wuyou Palace got its name?" The Old Man casually explained the origin of Wuyou Palace's name.

"I wouldn't be surprised if people from New Star knew about Wuyou Palace. But why would a Refugee from Old Earth like you know it exists?" Shan He scrutinized the Old Man thoughtfully. "Have you been to New Star too?"

"New Star?" The Old Man waved a hand. "What would I go there for? It's a place where people eat people. I wouldn't go there."

The more the Old Man denied it, the more certain Shan He became of his guess. He said coldly, "Looks like we truly misjudged this time. We thought we were just here to hunt a little bird, but we ended up running into one tough opponent after another."

Shan He regretted it so badly his guts turned green.

The intelligence they received stated that the little bird had been seriously wounded and fled in an Escape Pod. Following its flight path, they searched everywhere and eventually pinpointed its landing site in the Hate Mountain region.

They had thought this would be an easy job. Finish it cleanly, then go back for the reward. Who could have expected so many complications?

He simply could not understand it. That little bird had only just arrived on Old Earth, without any guards at its side. Where had all these masters around her come from?

He shot Tang Fei, who was not far away, a venomous glance. "That kid is no weakling. At such a young age, he's already entered the Qi Control Realm. Even on New Star, he'd be a rare talent. What about you? Where do you come from?"

"What kind of person I am, wouldn't you know if you tried?" The Old Man waved his hand calmly, somehow carrying the air of a master. "I came here to fight you, not play chess with you."

"Fine. I'll take care of you first, then take care of them."

The Old Man chuckled. "People who say things like that usually die in the end."

Shan He stopped talking.

Villains die from talking too much. I'm the villain, so I can't keep talking.

Shan He's fists burst into blazing flames again, and even his pupils turned blood-red.

His body rose into the air, then he charged down from above at where the Old Man stood.

He threw a punch, and red light burst forth.

Boom.

A huge pit was smashed into the place where the Old Man had been standing, but the Old Man himself had long since drifted elsewhere with agile footwork.

Shan He's attack did not pause. He had long locked onto the Old Man's aura. His body followed close behind as he threw another punch at his back.

Crack!

A tree as thick as a bowl was smashed into fragments by his punch.

Another missed punch completely unleashed the ferocity in Shan He's heart.

He threw punch after punch, each shadow of a fist like a solid sledgehammer chasing after the Old Man's spine.

The Old Man circled Shan He, sometimes dashing, sometimes dodging, sometimes leaping into the air, sometimes suddenly changing direction and slipping behind Shan He to pat his shoulder.

Shan He grew even angrier, believing the Old Man was toying with him.

He pushed his Thousand Corpse Transformation to its limit. This time, it was not merely his eyes turning red and flames burning on his fists—his entire body became wrapped in crimson fire.

Then his whole body became a red cannonball as he shot toward the Old Man, his fist as large as a bushel basket rumbling toward the Old Man's head.

Thousand Corpses Return to Life!

The fiercer the flames burned, the denser the sinister Yin Yang Qi became.

Receive it, and you die. Touch it, and you are injured.

Even a graze from that cold poison could freeze a patch of flesh.

Strangely, when facing such a deadly move, the Old Man, who had been avoiding direct combat all along, stopped. Watching Shan He rush toward him, he said gravely, "To cultivate such a vicious art, you must have killed quite a few people."

As he spoke, he extended a hand.

Yes, he merely casually extended his right hand.

A withered, waxy-yellow, utterly ordinary right hand.

Then Shan He's enormous fist, blazing with crimson flames, landed in his hand.

It was a very strange sight.

From the surface, it looked like a child's hand had caught an adult's fist.

Yet that small hand's skin and wrinkles were so aged that it resembled wood about to wither.

Shan He suddenly could not move.

He could not pull his fist back, and it felt as though all the strength in his body had been drained away at once.

Shan He's pupils dilated as he stared at the Old Man in disbelief, at the hand gripping his fist.

What kind of martial art was this? What magic had he used?

"I originally wanted to see whether the martial arts of New Star had improved. Now it seems they're nothing special. All sorts of crooked melons and cracked dates have come crawling out."

The Old Man sighed softly. "Then I can't let you live."

As he spoke, the hand gripping Shan He's fist gently tightened.

Boom.

The crimson flames around Shan He instantly surged several feet higher, as though someone had poured a huge bucket of gasoline onto the fire.

In order to kill the Old Man, he had already pushed the Yin Yang Qi within his body to the utmost limit.

With the Old Man's added push, the Yin Yang Qi within him reached the critical point just before explosion.

The flames roared fiercely, but this time they harmed no one else. Instead, they brought agony to Shan He himself.

Unable to withstand the violent toxic qi, he roared and wailed, rolling and twisting on the ground like a clown.

Soon, his body stopped moving.

He lay in the mud, silent and still.

He had used phosphorescent fire to cultivate this evil art, only to be buried beneath that same wicked flame in the end.

It had to be said, that was a tremendous irony.

He deserved even more ridicule than if he had held Jinta in his hand and gotten his head cut off by Tang Fei.

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