The Prisoner and Time!

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

Tang Fei was up against the Clown, and Phoenix against the Snake Woman.

Based on their names alone, Tang Fei and Phoenix had already won.

And visually, too.

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

She wasn't satisfied with the current matchup, and said to the Clown in a seductive voice, "This young man is so handsome and has such a captivating aura. I really like him. How about I take him on? You want Phoenix soup, right? I'll let her go to you."

The Clown glanced at Phoenix, his eyes filled with greed and lust, then shook his head and refused. "I like him too. I was just thinking of having a good chat with him."

The intelligence they had indicated that Phoenix was already a master of the Qi Control Realm, but in the Clown's eyes, this guy named Tang Fei was even more terrifying.

He knew very well that if he didn't deal with Tang Fei, he wouldn't be able to have that bowl of Phoenix soup.

Therefore, he wasn't comfortable leaving Tang Fei to the Snake Woman.

This woman was ruled by her heart. What if, during the fight, she decided she wanted to have a go at him?

He might just get his throat slit.

The Snake Woman seemed wary of the Clown, and said helplessly, "Fine, then I'll watch this little Phoenix for you first. But you better hurry. If you take too long, I'll start without you."

"Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting too long," the Clown chuckled.

Noticing Tang Fei was also smiling at him, he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

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

"Hahaha, I am indeed ugly."

The Clown burst out laughing, then raised his hand and pulled the trigger towards Tang Fei's head.

The classic-looking double-barreled pistol had somehow appeared in his hand, and deep blue energy rounds simultaneously shot out from both barrels.

Tang Fei didn't dare to block it head-on and dodged to the side.

Bang!

Where Tang Fei had been standing moments before, a meter-deep pit had formed.

Indeed, the energy from these weapons from New Star was astonishingly powerful.

The Clown laughed maniacally, brandishing his pistol and firing wildly at Tang Fei, shouting, "Don't run! Come play with me."

"Doesn't my ugly face amuse you?"

"Come out. Come out."

Tang Fei charged forward rapidly, then used the trunk of a large tree for leverage, leaping high into the air. After a 360-degree spin, he reversed direction, his cleaver slashing fiercely towards the Clown's head.

The Clown grinned widely, standing still. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger towards Tang Fei.

This was a mutually assured destruction tactic!

At the same time Tang Fei's cleaver severed the Clown's head, his own body would likely be riddled with a large hole from the energy gun.

"Freak!"

Tang Fei exclaimed, then forcefully twisted his body in mid-air, dodging the Clown's bullet and abandoning the chance to finish him off.

"Come on, what are you afraid of?" the Clown shrieked with mad laughter, yelling at Tang Fei standing before him, "Wouldn't it be great if we died together?"

"I'm afraid of dying," Tang Fei said, looking at the Clown. "And I'm even more afraid of dying with you."

"If that's the case, then you die alone." The Clown stopped laughing. The Clown when serious was even uglier.

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

Swish!

The left barrel still fired the same deep blue energy rounds. Tang Fei had already experienced the power of these rounds; they were terrifying projectiles capable of reducing a person to pulp.

Click!

The Clown pulled the trigger again.

What came out of the right barrel was an ancient bullet, a silver one inscribed with intricate patterns.

The silver bullet, fired later, actually overtook the blue energy round. Just as it was about to pierce Tang Fei's body, it exploded with a "bang."

Silver light spread out, enveloping a five-hundred-meter radius around Tang Fei like moonlight.

Tang Fei wanted to escape, but the light covered too large an area, making escape impossible in an instant.

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

Even though he didn't know what kind of bullet the Clown had used, since he fired it at this moment and it exploded before touching his body...

It definitely wasn't a good thing!

More fatally, the energy round also arrived perfectly, heading straight towards Tang Fei's body.

Tang Fei tried to dodge, but found his body stiff and unresponsive to his commands.

A cruel smile flickered across the Clown's lips as he said, "The silver bullet is called Prisoner. The blue bullet is called Time."

Prison cages restrict a person's freedom, while time stops your time.

Shan He looked at the emaciated old man with a pigeon-like head and a hawk-like face in front of him and asked impatiently, "Who are you?"

His wish to kill Tang Fei in one blow had failed, and Shan He was seething with anger.

As long as Tang Fei was alive, he could not wash away the humiliation he had suffered.

He had originally wanted to fight Tang Fei for another three hundred rounds, but he didn't expect Tang Fei to go deal with the Clown. Now, an unknown old man had appeared, smiling and appraising him.

How lewd!

"You're from Wuyou Palace, aren't you?" The old man tilted his head back to look at the sky and greeted Shan He with a chuckle.

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

"Take someone's money and help them avoid disaster. With Wuyou, one has no enemies. Isn't that how Wuyou Palace got its name?" The old man casually stated the origin of Wuyou Palace's name.

"I'm not surprised that people on New Star know about Wuyou Palace. Why do you, a refugee from Old Earth, also know of Wuyou Palace's existence?" Shan He thoughtfully sized up the old man and asked, "Have you been to New Star as well?"

"New Star?" The old man waved his hand and said, "What would I go there for? It's a place where people eat people; I'm not going."

The more the old man denied it, the more Shan He was convinced of his guess. He said coldly, "It seems we really misjudged this time. We thought we were just coming to catch a small bird, but we've encountered one tough opponent after another."

Shan He regretted it immensely.

The intelligence they received was that the small bird was severely injured and had escaped in an escape pod. They followed the escape pod's trajectory and finally located its landing point in the Hate Mountain area.

They thought it would be a simple task, get it done quickly, and then go back for the bounty, but they didn't expect so many complications to arise.

He really couldn't understand how these experts had appeared around the small bird, who had only recently fallen to Old Earth and had no guards protecting her.

He cast a hateful glance at Tang Fei, who was not far away, and said, "That kid's strength is not weak. He's already entered the Qi Control Realm at such a young age, which is rare even on New Star. What about you? Where do you come from?"

"Where I come from, why don't you try and find out?" The old man waved his hand casually, exuding an air of mastery. "I'm here to fight you, not to play chess with you."

"Fine. Then I'll deal with you first, and then I'll deal with them."

The old man chuckled and said, "People who say things like that usually end up dead."

Shan He stopped talking.

Villains die from talking too much. I am the villain, so I can't talk anymore.

Shan He's fists once again ignited with blazing flames, and even his pupils turned blood red.

His body floated in the air, and then he charged down at the spot where the old man was standing from above.

With a punch, red light burst forth.

Boom.

A large pit was blasted out at the spot where the old man had been standing, but the old man himself had already used his agile footwork to float elsewhere.

Shan He's attack did not stop. He had already locked onto the old man's aura and followed closely, launching another punch at his back.

Crack.

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

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

He threw punches frequently, his fist shadows like solid heavy hammers chasing the old man's back.

The old man and Shan He circled each other, sometimes walking quickly, sometimes flashing, sometimes leaping into the air, or suddenly changing his footwork to appear behind Shan He and pat his shoulder.

Shan He became even more enraged, feeling that the old man was toying with him.

He unleashed his "Thousand Corpse Transformation" to its extreme. This time, not only were his eyes blood red and his fists burning with flames, but his entire body was enveloped in a ball of red flame.

Then, his entire body turned into a red cannonball and rushed towards the old man, his massive fist rumbling as it smashed towards the old man's head.

Thousand Corpse Revival!

The more intense the flames burned, the denser the sinister energy became.

Death upon contact, injury upon touch.

Even a mere brush with the cold poison could freeze a piece of flesh.

Strangely, when facing such a deadly move, the old man, who had been evading direct combat, stopped. He stood there, watching Shan He charge rapidly towards him, and said in a deep voice, "To have mastered such a wicked technique, you must have killed many people."

As he spoke, he extended his hand.

Yes, he casually extended his right hand.

A withered, sallow, ordinary right hand.

Then, Shan He's massive fist, burning with red flames, landed in his hand.

It was a very strange feeling.

On the surface, it looked like a child's hand grabbing an adult's fist.

But the skin color and texture of the small hand were so ancient, looking like wood about to wither.

Suddenly, Shan He could no longer move.

His fist couldn't be pulled back, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away at once.

Shan He's pupils dilated, and he looked at the Old Man with disbelief, at the hand that held his fist.

What kind of technique was this? What magic had he performed?

"I originally wanted to see if there had been any progress in the Cultivation Method on New Star, but it seems to be nothing special. All sorts of riff-raff are appearing."

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

As he spoke, the Old Man gently tightened his grip on Shan He's fist.

Boom.

The red flames on Shan He's body instantly surged several feet, as if someone had poured a large bucket of gasoline onto a bonfire.

He had already pushed the Yin Yang Qi within him to its absolute limit in his attempt to kill the Old Man.

With the Old Man's further enhancement, the Yin Yang Qi in his body had reached the critical point of explosion.

The flames burned fiercely, but this time they didn't harm anyone else; instead, they brought pain to Shan He himself.

Unable to withstand the intense, venomous energy, he roared and wailed, writhing 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 practice this evil technique, only to be consumed by the evil flames in the end.

It had to be said, this was a great irony.

It was even more laughable than if he had held Jinta in his hand and Tang Fei had cut off his head with a single saber.

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