Atop the mountain peak.
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King stood silently.
He had watched Thirteen turn to ash with his own eyes.
He had watched that white-haired human casually summon a meteor and grind a demon tide ten thousand strong into dust.
Now the human was standing at the edge of the enormous crater, yawning as though nothing had happened.
Then, across dozens of miles, that gaze landed squarely on him.
All eight of the Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King's hands tightened around their weapons.
A flicker of shock rose in his deathly pale eyes.
Along with a trace of fighting spirit he could barely suppress.
"A meteor..."
He murmured softly.
"Manipulating gravity to drag a meteor down from space..."
"Humans have mastered an ability like that, too?"
"What a terrifying fellow."
"Unfortunately, I can still kill you."
He took a deep breath.
Then he stepped forward.
He walked down from the mountain peak, step by step.
Each step landed on empty air, making it tremble.
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King's figure gradually came into focus.
He landed a thousand meters away from Qi Wu.
Eight arms, eight weapons, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
He and Qi Wu stared at each other.
For a long while.
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King spoke.
His voice was hoarse, yet carried an indescribable authority.
"Human."
"State your name."
"My blade does not slay the nameless."
Qi Wu raised an eyebrow.
With his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head and studied the Demon king.
"Qi Wu."
He answered casually.
"Qi Wu, captain of the Salvation Squad at the Nanjiang Branch Bureau."
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King's pupils abruptly contracted.
"Qi Wu...?"
He repeated the name.
A strange look flashed through his eyes.
"You're Qi Wu?"
Qi Wu blinked.
"Oh?"
"You know me?"
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