While everyone was still looking up at the sky, a black-scaled snake suddenly slithered up to Su Cha without warning. Before it could even open its mouth, Su Cha grabbed it directly by the seven-inch weak point. Without needing to think, he already knew who sent it. He cast a look full of disgust at Yin Kui.
“Do you have a brain? The one coming is from my family—not his father-in-law.”
This sentence contained so much information that no one present, not even Yin Kui, could react in time.
What family? Wasn’t Su Cha from the Flower Demon Clan? And hadn’t he already been expelled?
There was no time for further thought. The spaceship was slowly descending. Its sleek, cold metal silhouette, even from a distance, made people feel suffocated.
Su Cha waved toward the sky. He immediately spotted the emblem on the ship’s tail—it was a vessel from Fog Star.
“Kill him,” Su Yeling said coldly. “If Su Cha really had the ability, he wouldn’t have been hunted like a stray dog a few days ago.”
Unfortunately, the ones he needed to convince were Yin Kui and the Beast-Taming Sect Master. The two were still trying to figure out whether they had unknowingly fallen into an illusion, and decided to wait and see.
On the ship, the display screen had locked clearly onto everything below—from the people in standoff to every blade of grass and tree. The Fog Star people saw it all.
Among them, Su Cha’s figure was the most fragile. His striking silver hair was stained with glaring red—blood from Ji Tianjin. He looked much thinner, wearing clothing unfit for the season, his exposed wrist bearing wounds from days ago.
Cyril’s fingers curled involuntarily. He knew this could no longer be described as a mere grievance.
Even when they were still on the planet’s outer orbit, Su Cha’s anger had intermittently transmitted to Cyril.
One reason was that the closer they were, the stronger the resonance between them. Another was that Su Cha’s spirit form had once absorbed Cyril’s blood, allowing Cyril to pinpoint his location more precisely.
“Your Highness…”
The pilot lacked Cyril’s composure. Looking at the frail youth below, he shook his head sorrowfully.
If Su Cha knew what they were imagining, he’d be utterly baffled. His fury was mostly due to Ji Tianjin’s injuries, and Su Yeling’s later revelations only deepened it. But Su Cha himself had not been harmed at all in the ambush.
The ship was massive, most of it still suspended in the air. The core units were the first to land. Su Yeling quietly channeled demon energy. Regardless of his relation to Su Cha, the best plan for an unidentified craft of this magnitude was to prevent its landing.
As the powerful demonic energy was released, it was repelled by an invisible force. The warship landed smoothly, the gust of wind it stirred forcing the crowd to step back.
Su Cha had been holding onto the hood of his sweatshirt. Now the wind blew the hood off, and his long hair danced in the breeze.
He had no time to tidy up. His eyes were fixed on Cyril, who was walking toward him.
Others who didn’t understand the situation were stunned by Cyril’s presence, simultaneously alert and cautious. But for Su Yeling, what he felt was horror—he had seen that face before, not long ago, during a failed summoning ritual.
Smack.
Without a word, a slap came across the air.
Su Yeling clutched his face. He had taken this very slap not long ago.
Back then, Cyril had only appeared in soul form. Now, standing fully incarnate in this world, his power was far more terrifying.
An elder rushed to Su Yeling’s side. “Chief, we must go.”
He didn’t need the reminder. Su Yeling already wanted to force his way out of the encirclement.
Cyril didn’t stop him—just stared coldly, watching him struggle in vain.
Firing ports in the sky locked onto Su Yeling and began shooting. If not for concerns over Su Cha’s presence, the aerial space would’ve already turned into a storm of lethal bullets.
With bullets that dense, dodging was impossible. Su Yeling could only forcefully condense a demonic shield to protect himself.
Bang bang bang—
Bang bang bang bang bang.
Even more rhythmic than the gunfire was the sound of Cyril’s slaps. His gaze remained calm, as if he weren’t even looking at living beings.
“Remember this rhythm?” he said. It was the first thing Cyril had spoken since arriving in this world.
Su Yeling, ears ringing, didn’t catch the words. He quickly formed a hand seal, trying to stop Cyril from coming closer.
Cyril narrowed his eyes.
Didn’t hear? Then he’d slap again.
In his prime, Su Yeling might have been able to withstand it, but now he was already wounded—his abdomen slashed by Ji Tianjin, his thigh injury reopened. He had no strength to resist.
In less than a breath, he took another slap. His right cheek swelled up like a hill.
Su Cha seemed to find the rhythm and hummed along with the next round of slaps:
♪ “I really—
want to live another 500 years.” ♪
The Beast-Taming Sect Master and Yin Kui, who were desperately trying to minimize their presence, swallowed hard. Thinking back to the rhythm of the beating, they realized—d*mn, it was that song.
Another few slaps and Su Yeling might not make it out. Blood foamed at his mouth when he finally saw a glimmer of hope.
“My friend, don’t you think you’re going too far?”
A tall, muscular man stepped forward into the gunfire. Symbols floated around him, powered by strange energy, blocking the bullets.
Su Cha recognized this man—Xia Hunxiong, patriarch of the Xia clan. Years ago, he had almost wiped out the Flower Demon Clan with a single move. Now, strengthened further by the Flower God’s blessings, he had become even more powerful.
Su Cha suspected he’d also dabbled in other obscure cultivation paths—his aura was neither human nor demon.
To Cyril, both Su Yeling and Xia Hunxiong were ants—the latter merely a jumping grasshopper.
Fog Star people liked to use mind-threads to decapitate prey. But this time, Cyril chose a different method: countless threads of spirit force pierced from alternate dimensions, encircling Su Yeling. His priority was killing Su Yeling.
Xia Hunxiong moved swiftly to Su Yeling’s side, trying to drag him out. But he overestimated himself. Not only did he fail to save Su Yeling, he got trapped too.
The chaotic mind threads formed a cocoon that spun like a top, compressing with each rotation like a meat grinder. Soon, blood began to seep from the transparent strands.
The sight of such supernatural power made everyone’s scalp tingle.
Cyril clenched his fist slightly. The cocoon exploded. Blood splattered on the ground—but not enough for two adult men.
He raised a brow, stepped closer, and picked up a bloodstained fragment of a talisman from the pool.
The scrap was no larger than a fingernail, still imbued with strange energy.
“A teleport talisman,” blurted the Beast-Taming Sect Master nearby, shocked that Xia Hunxiong possessed such a long-lost lifesaving relic. No wonder he dared to break into the encirclement alone.
He had his beast circle the area, confirming there was no large amount of human remains—Su Yeling was likely rescued.
As the Sect Master was still marveling, Cyril crushed a fleeing elder of the Flower Demon Clan with a palm, then reached behind a rock and fished out a black snake.
Yin Kui hadn’t expected his transformed state to still be exposed. The two hall masters from his clan didn’t hesitate to abandon him and flee.
But they didn’t get far—less than a hundred meters before spirit force caught them.
“My lord, I—” Yin Kui began with a fawning tone, but the next second, his serpent eyes widened.
Blood and flesh sprayed. His fate was the same as the elder—crushed into pulp.
Back on the ship, Cyril had already noticed Yin Kui’s attempt to ambush Su Cha. That alone sealed his death.
After dealing with the snake clan, Cyril’s gaze turned to the Beast-Taming Sect Master, who quickly raised his hands. “I didn’t do anything!”
Though he had intended to backstab the others, he never got the chance. He looked at Su Cha and said, “Please, be merciful. We’re allies.”
Su Cha ignored him, looking into the distance. The monk may escape, but the temple remains—Xia Hunxiong had to die.
Cyril added, “Take me to his residence.”
Watching the three board the ship, the Sect Master slumped to the ground. “Scared me half to death.”
“Thank the ancestors.” A voice startled him. He looked up and saw Xue Li.
She had come specifically to assassinate the snake clan. Upon seeing Cyril, she had a flicker of desire—but after what followed, her legs turned to jelly.
Fortunately, Su Cha seemed to know where she was hiding. He shook his head, and the silver-haired man had spared that spot.
“The Xia clan is finished,” Xue Li sighed.
This wasn’t kicking an iron plate—it was kicking a crematorium.
While she imagined the end of the Xia Clan, Ji Tianjin was reporting the incident. He enlarged photos on the communicator and played an audio clip of Su Cha recounting being robbed of the demon bead.
“These days, we’ve been on the run. Even when forced to live in the sewers, Su Cha was running a high fever.”
The moment Cyril saw the photo, all his softness toward Su Cha vanished. The hint of killing intent leaking from him even disrupted the pilot’s controls.
Su Cha felt a little guilty—they’d mostly been ambushing the Flower Demon Clan, wrecking an auction, and setting up today’s counterattack.
Force works both ways; the line between hunter and hunted wasn’t so clear.
“I know,” Cyril said, his gaze filled with unspeakable pain. “I know you’ve been wronged.”
“I came too late.”
Su Cha didn’t think he needed to feel guilty. “You were faster than I expected.”
He meant it. He thought it would take Cyril at least a year to locate him.
“I heard you calling me ‘Daddy’ in your dreams,” Cyril said, a little sad. “You must’ve been so desperate.”
At such a painful moment, he couldn’t be by Su Cha’s side.
“‘Daddy’?”
Su Cha exchanged glances with Ji Tianjin. Realizing something, they both fell silent.
…
The ship moved fast. Soon, they arrived in Tang City.
The airspace above the city was surrounded by the ship. Even the nosiest citizens didn’t dare come out. The most untouchable place in their minds was now enveloped in utter darkness.
Cyril was swift and decisive. After Su Cha pointed out the location, he ordered the ship to open fire directly on the Xia family estate. Devastating rounds pounded the mansion.
Xia Hunxiong had already instructed some of his people to hide in an underground shelter. But none of this escaped Cyril’s perception.
He spared the shelter and focused all firepower on the main mansion, where the strongest aura was.
The villa’s bulletproof glass was no match for this level of assault.
Citywide alarms blared, warning against unauthorized fire. Troops rushed in but hesitated at the sight of the ship.
“Today’s matter concerns no one else. Interfere, and I’ll consider it a death wish.”
Cyril’s pronunciation was perfect—he didn’t need a translator.
The moment he spoke, the ship ceased fire.
The incoming troops were ordered to stay on standby and assess strength before acting.
Cyril remained expressionless, but ever since he saw Ji Tianjin’s photos, his eyes had turned cold and stayed that way. He personally struck, reducing the remaining half of the mansion to rubble.
The Xia family’s buildings used special materials with inscriptions in every crevice—extremely durable. But to Cyril, it was as fragile as paper.
Xia Hunxiong was forced to show himself. He opened his mouth, but Cyril didn’t give him a chance to speak. His spirit force swept through like thunder.
Even with their experts fighting back together, most of the Xia family spat blood from internal injuries.
Su Cha peeked out from behind Cyril and grinned: “Where’s Su Yeling? You two should show more of that deep father-in-law/son-in-law affection—I’d love to watch.”
He knew Xia Hunxiong’s motives weren’t pure. His sarcasm was unmistakable. Xia Hunxiong was one of the main culprits back then. He might have avoided retribution for a time, but not forever.
Xia Hunxiong suddenly made a move. A small wooden sculpture floated in the air and projected dense blood threads toward Cyril.
Cyril didn’t even look at them. Before they got close, he scattered them. Then he stepped forward. Threads of mind force fluttered silently. Whoever they touched exploded into blood and flesh.
Xia Hunxiong felt an unprecedented sense of danger. He threw everything he had into defense. He was vicious to the core—and even now, he smiled faintly.
The opponent was powerful, but his strikes were weakening. He was clearly being suppressed.
He wanted to see just how many more moves the other side could make.
As for the bullets raining down from the sky like a spring of water, their firepower seemed to be weakened when fired in such a continuous stream. If it came down to a battle of attrition, he might not be the one to lose.
But just as this thought surfaced, Cyril saw right through him and said lightly, “Killing you is more than enough.”
Xia Hunxiong’s heart jolted. While dodging the invisible threads in the air, he was suddenly slapped from the left side into the ruins on the right, knocking out two of his teeth.
The experts at his side hadn’t expected that their mighty clan leader would be so easily overpowered, and their anxiety only grew.
Cyril said, “Hand over that person.”
Xia Hunxiong’s gaze shifted—so there was room to negotiate.
He quickly calculated: even if the other side went all out and killed him, pushing their power to the limit might still leave them unable to retreat unscathed.
“Bring Su Yeling over.”
Xia Hunxiong immediately made his decision.
Su Yeling was brought out, with Xia Yu following behind him. “Father!”
Xia Hunxiong waved his hand, signaling her not to speak.
Su Yeling sensed the danger but found no chance to escape.
Cyril turned to Su Cha. “How do you want to do this?”
At this moment, Su Yeling was at their mercy, but Su Cha was still considering how to exact revenge most satisfyingly.
While Su Cha was thinking, Ji Tianjin spoke up: “This Mr. Su and Miss Xia share a deep, unbreakable bond. If Mr. Su is willing to offer his demon bead to her as a token of love, we can withdraw today.”
His tone and wording were polite, but the meaning behind them was chilling.
Su Yeling’s expression changed. “You want me to cut out my own demon bead?”
Ji Tianjin smiled. “Since it’s a token of love, I prefer that the other party personally take it.”
The air went dead silent.
Ji Tianjin smirked. “You have five minutes. If you exceed that, Miss Xia will have to collect her father’s corpse.”
Cold sweat dripped down Xia Yu’s temples. Her tightly clenched fists bulged with veins. Yet Xia Hunxiong remained calm and asked, “What if you go back on your word?”
Su Cha immediately said, “I can swear on my Dao heart, make a Heavenly Dao oath.”
“Not enough,” Xia Hunxiong said, clearly distrusting him.
Cyril spoke indifferently: “Since I said we’d withdraw, we will. That’s a guarantee to the city’s rulers.”
Only then did Xia Hunxiong ease up a little.
With the promise made, if they broke it later, the authorities would surely retaliate with full firepower.
Everything they discussed assumed Su Yeling would be crippled. Now the pressure fell on Xia Yu. Her entire body trembled, and after much internal struggle, she finally walked slowly toward Su Yeling.
“Ah Yu!” Su Yeling seemed to understand and roared in anguish.
Su Cha wasn’t surprised. Xia Yu had always been the more rational one in this relationship. She could defy her family to love Su Yeling, but she wouldn’t sacrifice her family for him.
Two talismans flew from Xia Hunxiong’s hand, sealing Su Yeling’s movements and preventing him from speaking.
Xia Yu dropped to her knees heavily. “I’m sorry.”
Human grief and joy never truly connect. The magnolia lotus, ever the opportunist, popped out and transformed into countless small white flowers fluttering in the air, chirping in unison: “No matter if he’s crippled or even more crippled, are you willing to never abandon him?”
Willing?
Willing?
Willing!
The little white flowers emphasized the crucial question three times.
The sharp voices seemed to slice through Xia Yu’s heart, but she had no choice. The pain twisted her once-beautiful face into something hideous.
Ji Tianjin continued his countdown: “One minute left. Fifty-nine seconds…”
Xia Yu squeezed her eyes shut and plunged her hand into Su Yeling’s dantian, forcibly pulling out his demon bead.
Su Yeling threw his head back, the veins in his neck bulging. The pain was unimaginable, but he still managed to break through part of the talisman’s restriction and let out a low, choked cry.
Even Xia Hunxiong, known for his ruthlessness, turned his head away slightly at the sight.
With her bloodied hand, Xia Yu covered her eyes. “You monsters. You’re all monsters.”
Her words echoed everyone’s unspoken thoughts as they stared at Ji Tianjin, who stood there expressionless with his hands in his pockets, resembling a cold-blooded specter.
Ji Tianjin merely sneered, looking at Su Yeling with disdain: “Trash.”
Su Cha had seen far worse than this.
From the rear, the broadcast and distant helicopters urged them to leave immediately or they would open fire.
Su Cha stopped Ji Tianjin, who was preparing to finish off Su Yeling: “Let him live for a few more days.”
At the very least, Su Yeling should experience the pain of becoming worthless.
Su Cha turned and walked toward the spaceship, leaving behind a cold, dismissive back. He even deliberately avoided stepping in the blood on the ground, as though it was something filthy.
Su Yeling’s vision blurred with hatred as he shoved Xia Yu away: “Get lost!”
Xia Yu sobbed uncontrollably.
“What’s with the attitude? This is the only place you can act tough now.” Xia Hunxiong ordered someone to stop Su Yeling’s bleeding and barked, “If you still want revenge, calm yourself down.”
He already had a new plan and instructed his men to take their people to another stronghold in the Nanjiang District.
…
On the spaceship, Su Cha bit into the apple Ji Tianjin handed him. “People say revenge leaves you feeling empty. I don’t. I feel great.”
He still had much more revenge to carry out.
But Su Cha also noticed Cyril’s power seemed to weaken each time he attacked. “How about we head back and rest first?”
Cyril shook his head. “Every time I use my power, I’m further suppressed. It will get worse until I can’t use my power at all. When the suppression reaches its peak, I’ll be permanently locked out of this world.”
In a way, the cosmic will really did favor low- and mid-tier planets.
“The pilot uses mental power to control the ship. They’re only mid-level soldiers. It’s not worth having them fight.”
Su Cha immediately began considering alternatives, but Cyril interrupted his thoughts: “The people who must die will die. Aside from revenge, is there anything else you want to do?”
Whether it was sightseeing or collecting rare plant seeds to bring back, Cyril could fulfill it.
Su Cha thought for a moment. “I’d like to ask you for a favor.”
Of course, Cyril wouldn’t refuse.
…
The spaceship changed course, heading toward Dahe Province. The anxious citizens of Tang City could finally breathe again.
The spaceship landed in the mountains of Dahe Province. Su Cha wasn’t there to attack the Flower Demon Clan. He led Cyril toward the mountain range where future little flower demons would grow.
“There’s a formation ahead. We’ll need to use a folding device, but—”
“Just go in directly.”
Even on the technologically advanced Fog Star, a fully functional space-folding device had never been successfully developed. Naturally, Cyril was well aware of its instability.
Su Cha glanced at him, a bit puzzled. Logically, Cyril should have been extremely cautious every time he acted in this world, yet he seemed to have no intention of holding back.
The three of them entered the valley together.
It was already nighttime, and tonight’s moonlight was unusually bright. The ancient formation sensed an unfamiliar presence, and countless forces converged from the earth’s ley lines, aiming to strangle the intruders within.
Cyril forcefully suppressed these forces with his telekinesis, making them erupt in silence and perish just as quietly.
Unlike his deceptively beautiful appearance, Cyril gave off the feeling of a steady mountain. Despite the formation’s cyclical, regenerative power beneath their feet, every step Su Cha took felt particularly solid.
“Is there anything I need to do?”
Su Cha rarely asked for help. Even if he wanted the stars and moon in the sky, Cyril would try to get them for him.
“Dad.”
Before Su Cha could answer, a faint voice came from the distance, followed by waves of voices echoing the same call across the mountains.
As the trembling flowers and grass called out, Cyril faintly sensed traces of Su Cha’s aura on them.
“That’s right. I used my spiritual power to cultivate them.”
Su Cha immediately admitted it with a triple-combo confession.
He then introduced Cyril to the flowers and grasses: “This is my parent.”
“Grandfather,” they responded quickly.
At first, the sentient flowers and grasses called him somewhat shyly in the presence of such a handsome man, but soon, as they grew more familiar, they completely let loose.
“Grandfather, grandfather,” they chirped, their voices crisper than the slaps Su Yeling had taken earlier.
If Cyril hadn’t sealed off this area with his telekinesis, the sound would likely have reached the distant Flower Demon Clan.
Cyril’s expression remained cold as usual. For Su Cha’s sake, he might show these plants some care, but any deeper emotion was absent.
What Su Cha said next, however, shattered his calm demeanor: “Babies, get ready to line up and receive your names. I’ve prepared…”
How many again? He glanced sideways at Ji Tianjin.
“Three thousand eight hundred and two.”
Su Cha repeated the number and continued, “The rest I’ll leave to the knowledgeable, unparalleled, magnificent King of Fog Star.”
No matter how many flattering words were spoken, Cyril immediately caught the key point: “Naming?”
Su Cha softly said, “Please.”
Cyril swept his telekinesis across the mountains, sensing the number of flowers and grasses, then fell into a long silence.
After a while, he randomly pointed to one flower. “You’ll be Su Three-Thous—”
He quickly withdrew the rest of the number under Su Cha’s kindly watchful gaze.
“I proposed this solution before,” Ji Tianjin reminded him, “It was unanimously rejected.”
Cyril sighed lightly. “Is there some trick to naming?”
This was an unfamiliar field for him.
Su Cha earnestly said, “A name represents a hope and a beautiful blessing.”
Cyril pondered for a moment and soon had an idea: “Su Filial-Cha, Su Happy-Cha, Su Prosperous-Cha…”
“Wait a minute.” Su Cha couldn’t help but interrupt, his expression shifting rapidly. “Why do these names sound kind of weird?”
“They’re not weird,” Cyril explained. “It’s because I hope they’ll be filial to you, make you happy, and bring you prosperity.”
“…”
Su Cha realized the level of dedication from Fog Star fanatics far exceeded his expectations.
……
While such a beautiful, moonlit night was unfolding for Su Cha, for the Xia family, it was simply a continuation of disaster. No one knew whether tomorrow morning would bring total annihilation.
In the eye of the storm, Xia Hunxiong displayed an extraordinary calm. He contacted all the influential figures he knew and held a remote video conference.
“I would like to ask all of you to deploy your most advanced weapons and elites to join me in launching a counterattack tomorrow.”
Such a request sounded almost laughable, yet none of the factions on the other side of the screen immediately ended the call. Instead, they fell into serious contemplation.
Also participating in this meeting were many of the Xia family’s top fighters, as well as Su Yeling, now a cripple.
Xia Hunxiong spoke while occasionally coughing, clearly still seriously injured.
“Although we don’t know where Su Cha found such a formidable group of helpers, it’s clear that their power exceeds what this world can withstand. Each time they intervene, the power they can exert diminishes.”
Human research on extraterrestrials had never ceased. Occasionally, alien visitors would intrude, but such news was always suppressed. After years of exploration, they had gradually uncovered some patterns.
Energy suppression was one such conclusion. They called it dimensional suppression—when the suppression reaches its peak, the being is directly rejected by the dimension.
The brutal, one-sided battle that took place during the day had been secretly observed by the major powers. They confirmed that the final strike Cyril used was significantly weaker than before—it was not an undefeatable force.
“If we can take them down in one decisive strike, we could unlock access to more advanced technology. Even if we can’t capture them and only force them to retreat, it’s still no loss to us.”
A powerful foreign army lingering on the planet indefinitely posed a threat to the current global order; it could trigger a reshuffling of power among major families, corporations, and even international forces.
No one was willing to face such an uncertainty.
Suppressing the urge to cough, Xia Hunxiong continued to persuade them: “As for those unidentified flying objects, the power of their bullets is still within controllable limits. All we need to do is send more fighter jets to engage them—eventually, they’ll run out.”
There was another uncertain point that Xia Hunxiong didn’t mention aloud: he had sensed that the corrosion speed of the atmosphere on these unidentified flying objects was far faster than on ordinary materials.
Considering all factors, launching an active offensive was the best strategy. Taking the initiative would greatly boost morale.
He didn’t pressure the others to decide on the spot. Instead, he looked at Su Yeling: “Contact every demon clan force you can think of and relay the full content of today’s meeting. If anyone is willing to join, I will offer a suitable reward.”
Without his demon bead, Su Yeling was rapidly aging. He couldn’t spare the energy to hate Xia Yu anymore. As long as he could get revenge and kill Su Cha, he would sell even his soul.
“I understand,” Su Yeling gritted his teeth.
A high-ranking figure was the first to make a decision: “Once forces are assembled, we’ll depart immediately.”
Even without Xia Hunxiong, they couldn’t allow these people to stay on the planet indefinitely. Now that the Xia family was taking the lead, it would reduce their own sacrifices and consumption—why not take advantage of it?
The spaceship was parked outside Dahe Province. Su Cha’s location was easily confirmed. Before dawn, forces from the sky, the ground, reclusive clans lured by heavy rewards, and some powerful demon beings all converged on Dahe Province.
Even the reporters who tried to secretly capture footage along the route couldn’t help but tremble. The terrifying scale and force of this operation looked like the beginning of a world war. It was said that several major figures from overseas, interested in the unidentified flying objects, were also on their way.
Inside an armored vehicle, Su Yeling, who insisted on coming along, grinned viciously: “Su Cha…”
Even if he couldn’t kill Su Cha this time, at least he could force him to retreat. If he couldn’t fully avenge himself, Su Cha would probably have to swallow the humiliation for the rest of his life.
In the valley.
As the army closed in, Cyril was still calmly naming the flowers.
When he got to the five-thousandth name, he looked up, realizing the entire Dahe Province, including the surrounding areas of the Danhe Realm where the Flower Demon Clan resided, had been completely surrounded.
Cyril took out a small palm-sized sphere and handed it to Su Cha, instructing, “Inside is the most advanced spaceship. If you’re in danger, hide inside—it can hold out for a while.”
He gently patted Su Cha’s head, “Stay in this valley. Don’t go anywhere.”
Before turning to leave, Su Cha grabbed him: “You’re going alone?”
“No, I’ll be back soon.”
“…”
Cyril bent down and gently tapped Su Cha’s forehead: “Think about it—if it were you, how would you handle the situation next?”
Leaving him with this question, Cyril formed a protective shield around them using his telekinesis to resist the ancient formation, but the shield would only last about twenty minutes.
Before the fighter jets overhead could issue a warning, Cyril left in the spaceship.
This scene left everyone stunned. What happened next was even more outrageous. After confirmation by the fighter jets, Su Cha had not left with him.
No one dared to relax, fearing it might be a feint, until they were absolutely sure Cyril was really gone.
Not long after, the Flower Demon Clan’s guardian elder sent a secret message, informing them that Su Cha was now located in Ling Mountain, where the Flower Demon Clan thrived.
It was an excellent hiding place. First, the Flower Demon Clan’s descendants could be used as hostages. More importantly, there was an ancient formation there that would instantly annihilate any intruders, whether from the sky or underground.
Su Yeling barely managed to stand: “Su Cha will not give up on revenge so easily. Otherwise, his Dao heart will forever be flawed. The one helping him is probably at his limit. If they don’t leave now, they won’t have another chance.”
Whatever the reason, the current situation was in their favor.
Xia Hunxiong led his elite forces to completely surround all seventy-two mountain ranges of the valley. The Beast Taming Sect Master was also there, using a voice transmission: “Su Cha, you have no chance of winning if you keep fighting. If you’re willing to hand over the divine beast, I will try my best to spare your life.”
Inside the valley, Su Cha raised his eyebrows and said to Ji Tianjin, “You might be right—I am sometimes too soft-hearted.”
He regretted sparing the Beast Taming Sect Master, thinking there was no deep grudge, but now the man had shown his true face.
Su Cha’s voice wasn’t loud, but it transmitted clearly to the Beast Taming Sect Master’s ears through his spiritual power: “What are you doing, trying to coax a child?”
There was already a life-or-death feud between himself, the Xia family, and the Flower Demon Clan.
The Beast Taming Sect Master sneered: “Would you really let the divine beast fight to the death with you?”
Receiving no reply, the sneer on his lips grew colder.
At that moment, Xia Hunxiong’s deep voice echoed through the skies: “Everyone, the Xia family will spare no effort to block the power of the ancient formation. We ask for your full support in helping us eliminate this evil and cleanse the world.”
“Eliminate the evil!”
“Eliminate the evil!”
The deafening chants made the ground tremble.
While the shouting outside was overwhelming, Su Cha calmly opened a bottle of nutrient solution and slowly pondered. Cyril would never abandon him—there had to be a way out.
Ji Tianjin mused, “Take the king first. Escape using the spaceship and space-folding device. You don’t need to go far—just capture a few key commanders. The Beast Taming Sect Master is here, and his people always carry beasts with them. Stimulate them to go into heat and create chaos.”
“Charge!”
Xia Hunxiong impatiently led the charge, with the Beast Taming Sect Master aggressively following, fearing someone else would get the divine beast first.
A dense swarm of people stormed toward the valley, their fighting spirit burning at its peak.
Just as they were about to reach the valley, the frenzied battle cries were drowned out by a clear dragon roar. In that instant, the beasts trembled, the mountains quaked, and nearby rivers flowed backward.
Golden light filled the sky, and the surrounding fighter jets were forced to lower altitude by an invisible force.
“Dragon.” The Beast Taming Sect Master was the first to react. Although the dragon’s body was too enormous to see in full—only part of its head was visible—he recognized it instantly.
…
Inside the valley, Su Cha hesitantly said, “Your Majesty, Sanses?”
The two locked eyes, instantly realizing how laughable it was that they’d been seriously planning an escape route. Dimensional suppression excluded Cyril from entering again—but that didn’t mean others couldn’t come.
One leaves after using a few big moves, and another seamlessly takes over. No wonder Cyril had departed so confidently.
Su Cha opened his mouth, finally finding his voice after a long pause: “How many people do you think are still waiting in line out there in space?”
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