The Galaxy Alliance was already under Zhao Layue and Qing'er's control, and the Green Mountain Patriarch was gone. There were no more threats now.
Snow Ji's agreement with Jing Jiu had ended. What came next?
The annihilating catastrophe the Dark Matter Sea would bring was still centuries away, but she was right here.
Would she become humanity's greatest threat?
Zhao Layue looked at Tong Yan and said, "If we hadn't wanted Snow Ji to live, we wouldn't be here."
If Jing Jiu had wanted Snow Ji dead, he would only have needed to stay on Mars, wait for the Solar System Sword Formation to collapse, and let the Galaxy Alliance's fleet move in. Why risk coming to the Ancestral Star and end up like this?
"The circumstances have changed," Tong Yan said expressionlessly. "Now is the best chance to kill Snow Ji."
"I don't think so," Peng Lang said.
Tong Yan fell silent for a while, then said, "I was only joking. Why so serious?"
He rarely made such quips. Everyone knew it was because he had seen Peng Lang's stance clearly and calculated that killing Snow Ji now would demand a greater price, but they could also hear that he was truly relaxed.
The patriarch was dead, and all was well beneath heaven.
Only Jing Jiu faced the danger of death.
Everyone's gaze fell on him again.
He slowly lifted the blanket covering him.
His movements were very slow, or rather, clumsy, as though he didn't know how to raise his arms or spread his fingers.
Just as he had been many years ago, when he had emerged from the mountain through that waterfall, walked to the bank, and begun chopping wood.
He glanced at Liu S sui.
Understanding what he meant, Liu S sui took out the Ten