The previous chapter should have been chapter 360; the chapter title was wrong.
"The human race..."
A Shui glanced at the buffalo horn on the ground, then at Lin Ke, who stood in white robes like a sword immortal, and suddenly grinned.
Blood abruptly began bubbling from his mouth. The series of clashes just now seemed to have injured his internal organs.
Lin Ke looked at the literary qi dissipating from all over A Shui's body and could not help sighing. "What a pity, A Shui. You took the wrong path. If not for..."
"Hahaha! Who gets to decide whether a path is right or wrong?!"
A Shui laughed heartily, no longer as calm and reserved as before, but brimming with bold abandon. "Your human race decides, does it not?"
Before A Shui had finished speaking, an immense, boundless aura suddenly rose in the distance.
That aura rose like the morning sun, then swiftly spread toward them.
Dozens of other auras, large and small, accompanied it.
"The prefect is here," Lin Ke said softly. "If you want to flee, there's still time."
Although Lin Ke did not fear death, he did not want to be killed by A Shui blowing himself up.
"Don't worry. I won't let you die." A Shui laughed and shook his head, then said, "Only now do I realize that the rites my teacher taught me-never letting joy or anger show-are nowhere near as satisfying as laughing to my heart's content!"
As he spoke, A Shui simply flopped onto the ground without the slightest dignity, returning to his great water buffalo form and speaking in a human voice:
"Human life is bitterly short, but have you ever considered that other lives are not long either? Humans only ever think of themselves, domineering yet utterly false,