Xia Yitiao didn't plan on killing anyone at first.
But when he seized the opportunity to slip inside and saw those "human products," he couldn't control his emotions. His mind was filled with the words of that cafe owner from back then.
“You focus on the law, but I believe in retribution.”
“If there is no retribution, then become the retribution.”
These words seemed to possess some kind of magic, echoing in his mind over and over again.
By the time he snapped out of it, the ground was already covered in corpses, and he had sustained some minor injuries.
Things had spiraled completely out of control.
Killing one was killing.
Killing a crowd was also killing.
Although doing this was only treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, treating the symptoms was still better than doing nothing at all, right?
Still, Xia Yitiao hadn't completely lost his head. He chose his targets very precisely, up until the moment Su Baadao discovered him.
What he hadn't expected was that this young man's thinking was actually identical to his, only far more audacious!
He had directly led his men to barge into the He family home for a forceful investigation!
Naturally, the He family refused, so Su Baadao claimed they were violently resisting the law, and Wang Gen, who was beside him, immediately went on the attack.
Only then did Xia Yitiao realize that Wang Gen actually had a sealed object on him!
Once Wang Gen had begun a full-on slaughter, Xia Yitiao finally looked at Su Baadao.
“Are you young people always this decisive in your work?”
Hearing this, Su Baadao looked down at his watch and said,
“Appreciate this chaotic period while it lasts.”
...
At the Wannian Platform.
Ever since the people from the Primitive Cult arrived, the battle had undergone a world-shaking change.
The most obvious thing was that no one dared to get close to him.
Because to them, the Primitive Cult was like a form of 【Pollution】!
Humanity Pollution!
In the brief moment they dithered, the other party was already busy demolishing the Wannian Platform.
Seeing this, the elder with tucked sleeves had no choice but to step in and stop him. After all, as a natural transcendent, he was the least affected.
Hand seal after hand seal struck out toward the burly man in tiger skin, knocking him head over heels.
But it was only a tumble.
The man scrambled back up and stared at the elder with tucked sleeves in utter bewilderment, saying,
“Are you out of your mind? Why are you hitting me?”
The elder with tucked sleeves had no time for his nonsense. He attacked the man while simultaneously protecting Qin Qian, trying to get him to continue his escape.
Rumble, rumble...
The ground collapsed faster and faster, and that primitive, ancient aura grew increasingly intense.
Densely packed crimson threads coiled toward Qin Qian. Seeing this, the burly man in tiger skin said,
“Ah, I get it. You want to stop him, right?”
As he spoke, he also charged toward Qin Qian.
As he drew near, the elder with tucked sleeves felt his energy draining even faster.
Taking a deep breath, he said with a grave expression,
“Your Majesty, forgive my rudeness!”
“Go!”
Qin Qian nodded heavily. His trust in the elder with tucked sleeves and the duck-voiced man was extremely high; otherwise, he wouldn't have put the two of them in charge of his safety.
The elder with tucked sleeves unleashed his divinity to its fullest, allowing the Wannian Platform to devour it as if he had decided to go all out regardless of the consequences.
Grabbing Qin Qian's shoulder with his skeletal right hand, he spun his body and threw him outward!
Whoosh!
Qin Qian flew out toward the edge of the Wannian Platform. Just as the crimson threads were about to block him, the elder with tucked sleeves let out a roar.
At this moment, the elder with tucked sleeves was bleeding from his eyes, nose, and ears, his state looking quite grim, yet his skeletal hands shone as white as jade.
He tore forward violently with both hands, and the space in front of Qin Qian was actually ripped open by him.
No!
It wasn't that simple!
He had torn open a spatial pathway for Qin Qian!
Normally, behind space was nothing but chaotic darkness; even if torn open, it would quickly restore itself.
Yet the elder with tucked sleeves had forcefully torn open a spatial pathway for Qin Qian. However, judging by his bleeding state, the price he paid was not small, even for a Sequence 4.
Whoosh!
Qin Qian flew straight toward the spatial pathway.
As long as he could pass through this pathway, he would be far away from the center of the battlefield.
At a time like this, he would indeed feel much safer going to Wan Tianqing!
But just as he was about to pass through the spatial pathway, a large hand suddenly grabbed him!
Qin Qian could feel that the force grabbing his leg was not strong, and it didn't even contain a trace of divinity.
Under normal circumstances, he could have broken free easily.
But the problem was that this was a life-or-death moment. A delay of just this fraction of a second was enough to change the outcome!
Hum...
The spatial pathway vanished.
In the eyes of the elder with tucked sleeves, the spatial pathway should have lasted just long enough for Qin Qian to escape, but who could have expected an accident to occur?
Qin Qian looked back, and his lungs nearly exploded with rage on the spot.
It was the lantern-carrying ghost!
It was one of those summoned creatures that had disrupted his transplantation ritual back then!
That masked man was actually in Central City too!
“Ah!!!”
Qin Qian let out a roar. The events of today had nearly crushed his sanity.
“Die!”
“Die!!”
“All of you, die!!!”
Even as he roared, the burly man in tiger skin had already charged up.
The elder with tucked sleeves looked grim but could only step forward to block him.
Although the number of cultists in the Primitive Cult could not compare to the other three major evil cults, their combat power was extremely bizarre.
Because the power they used was humanity!
Humanity could pollute divinity, drastically reducing an opponent's combat strength.
To put it simply, they dragged their opponents down into the domain they excelled at, then defeated them with their expertise. It was a completely shameless tactic.
It was precisely because of this that the elder with tucked sleeves blocked Qin Qian so fiercely.
He absolutely could not let the other party get close; otherwise, His Majesty would be in grave danger.
But at this moment, Qin Qian was nearly driven mad with rage.
From the moment he saw the blade-wielding ghost, he knew that the masked man from Wangnian City had arrived!
If not for him, he would have already transplanted the natural transcendent internal organs and broken through to Sequence 4 by now!
How could he be in such a pathetic state now, looking like a stray dog?
This was all his fault! All of it!
It seemed like his bad luck had only started after running into that man!
At this thought, Qin Qian could not wait to drag him out and skin him alive!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Several more sounds of rushing air echoed from outside the Wannian Platform.
Central City was simply too large; it took time for the transcendents to rush over.
Moreover, no one had previously believed that anyone would dare to launch an attack on the Wannian Platform.
So even though they were seeing it with their own eyes, they still found the scene utterly absurd.
Rumble, rumble...
As if a giant earth dragon were turning over, large sections of the Wannian Platform collapsed, and the cracks in the ground spread outward.
At the same time, that primitive, savage aura grew increasingly thick, making it difficult for these people to even breathe.
Only the burly man in tiger skin couldn't help but cheer.
“Hahaha! It really is the call of the ancients!”
“I knew I didn't hear it wrong!”
He was extremely delighted, but he didn't forget to continue chasing down Qin Qian.
After seeing the situation clearly, the newly arrived Sequence 4s unleashed long-range attacks on him.
The most important rule when fighting members of the Primitive Cult was to avoid getting close to them at all costs!
Otherwise, even if you won, your divinity would be polluted, which was not worth the loss.
Qin Qian's eyes were bloodshot. He suppressed his fury, trying to force himself to calm down.
He was a ruler; he needed to maintain his sanity at this moment.
But just as he was about to convince himself, the blade-wielding ghost appeared.
Qin Qian instantly lost his mind, his roaring voice cracking slightly.
“Find him!”
“Kill him!!!”
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