Unfortunately, they must guard the safety of the Divine Land, so it's not possible for them to all go abroad.

...

Su Yue has no idea that he is tugging at the hearts of many.

In his eyes, there is only that iron rod.

In truth, it's a very ordinary iron rod, just forged in a special way—the real flame it can summon is mostly for scaring demon beasts and drying clothes, nothing more.

However, by a stroke of fate, the iron rod complements Huo Feifan's battle technique.

And Su Yue can shatter the iron rod with just one finger.

This is actually a mechanism within the iron rod, originally meant to prevent it from falling into the hands of the Wet Ghost Tower's tribes.

Su Yue gazes at Huo Feifan.

His expression is feral, eyes wide with fury; this attack must have been executed with his full strength.

That's for the best.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The iron rod is only a meter away from Su Yue's face—within a blink, his skull could be shattered.

Gong Ling turns away in fright, she can't bear to watch any longer.

Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang are already prepared to jump in to save him, to hell with the rules.

Mu Cheng swallows nervously, but she keeps her eyes on Su Yue.

I believe in you.

My boyfriend is no fool, nor a brute.

He can defeat anything, he can defeat everything.

Du Jing's Book's face is contorted.

Wang Lu Feng clutches his head in pain.

Liu Yizhou clenches his fists, the space around him begins to tremble, ink armor darkens, constantly ready to prevent Liu Yizhou from acting. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He moved!

Just as the iron rod was about to crush his head, Su Yue finally moved.

The space seemed frozen.

However, Su Yue did not draw his sword.

He simply raised his right hand, then pinched his thumb and middle finger together.

He actually flicked his finger at the flaming iron rod.

Yes.

With bare flesh, like a child's prank.

The nearby air had been sucked dry, and all of Su Yue's Qi Blood had formed a shield to prevent being burned by the flame.

Pop!

Su Yue's finger finally flicked out.

Very calmly, nothing earth-shattering happened.

In Huo Feifan's eyes, he even saw Su Yue's head being crushed.

However.

In the next blink, Huo Feifan suddenly lost the sensation of the iron rod's presence.

The Qi Blood he had fought so hard to accumulate no longer had a vessel, like a Choice Beast Hide containing water that suddenly vanished, causing the water to explode uncontrollably.

Yes.

The battle technique Huo Feifan controlled went out of control.

At this moment, he realized that from start to finish, Su Yue's expression was calm, indifferent, even contemptuous, even pitiful.

One Finger Shatters the Fire Prison.

The iron rod fragmented completely, scattering into debris across the sky.

And Huo Feifan was blasted away by the errant Qi Blood; he should never have controlled such Qi Blood, depending entirely on the iron rod.

But now, the iron rod was broken.

The backlash was severe.

My iron rod, shattered by Su Yue with a single flick.

Huo Feifan's mind went blank; he couldn't comprehend any of this.

"Though we parted but a day, my touch remains, alas, sacrificing an old friend," Su Yue sighed internally.

Yesterday, Huo Feifan had tricked him out of his iron rod, but today, he had returned to Earth and shattered it.

Everything seemed so quick.

Rattle!

A chain like a pitch-black serpent pierced through the fireworks-like blinding flames, swinging away sonic waves along the way.

Attack boost.

Defense boost.

Speed boost.

In an instant, Su Yue cast three auxiliary battle techniques upon himself.

Then, he stomped hard on the ground and vanished like a bolt of lightning.

Boom!

Taking advantage of Huo Feifan's Qi Blood backlash and muddled mind, Su Yue kicked him into the air.

Slash, slash, slash!

Then, controlling the chains as if he were remotely wielding a sword, the blades intertwined into a web of blood in midair.

Yes.

The blood came from Huo Feifan, the blades were like a ruthless serpent devouring its prey.

Huo Feifan screamed continuously, but Su Yue controlled the swords, preventing him from falling.

In a few seconds, the ground beneath Su Yue was soaked with blood.

While the earlier flames had also vanished into smoke.

After eating the demon beast's beggar chicken, Su Yue's Qi Blood surged to 1801 calories.

Now, dealing with a Grade Four peak, even an injured one, posed no difficulty at all.

"You want to kill me? You're dreaming... Boiling Blood!"

In the sky, the intense pain finally brought Huo Feifan to his senses.

He realized a terrifying truth: he might be killed.

In that instant, he activated his Boiling Blood Race innate skill, instantly igniting his Qi Blood, causing his strength to skyrocket.

Rumble!

With one punch, he dispersed Su Yue's chain blades, finally escaping the blade web and landing on the ground.

I cannot die.

I absolutely cannot die.

Realizing he was no match for Su Yue, Huo Feifan decided to escape without another word.

What dignity, what honor.

In the face of his own life, they didn't matter at all.

"Trying to escape? Too late!"

Su Yue looked at Huo Feifan's back and launched a soul attack.

Ugh... ah...

As Huo Feifan fled desperately, he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, curling up in pain.

A few seconds later, the soul-piercing pain dissipated, but Huo Feifan gritted his teeth; he still had to escape.

However.

Just as he lifted his head, a slender figure blocked his path.

...

Everything happened as swiftly as lightning.

In mere seconds, Su Yue shattered Huo Feifan's long rod with one flick, then turned the tide to counter-kill, ultimately defeating his opponent.

No one had anticipated.

Everything happened so fast, like a dream.

Mu Cheng, weak and gasping for air, finally felt the fear after the fact.

Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang looked at each other in disbelief.

In the sky, the roles had reversed.

Liu Yizhou guarded against Fei Xiao going to save them.

"Fei Xiao, I hear this was your most cherished grandson. Your heart must be at ease now that he's been slain by my godson, right?" Liu Yizhou sneered, shooting the comment back at Fei Xiao.

Fei Xiao was livid with disbelief.

Yan Chenyun and their comrades were still in shock.

How could Su Yue shatter an alien demon tool with a mere flick?

Mo Kai wore a grim expression as he pondered another affair: how to answer to Hong Guo, and whether this was an artifact granted by the Eight Races Sacred Land.

Destroyed.

Utterly destroyed.

...

"I refuse to accept this; you must have used some demon technique. I want a rematch," Huo Feifan half-crawled on the ground.

His eyes were filled with hatred, fear, and a desire to live.

But Huo Feifan hadn't pleaded for mercy.

He wasn't that stupid; this was war, a war against the human race.

"Su Yue, do you dare..."

Plop!

"Your foul mouth isn't worthy of calling my name," Su Yue sneered, thrusting his sword into Huo Feifan's mouth, the blade piercing out from the back of his head, thick blood dripping down the blade.

"You can refuse, you can shout, but you are already dead!"

Su Yue withdrew his sword and kicked Huo Feifan's body back into the alien army.

"Victory report! Wang Lu Feng of Shen Zhou West Martial has slain a Grade Five enemy leader on the front lines. Glory to the Divine Land!"

With a loud shout, Su Yue held up his blade and slowly walked toward Mu Cheng and the others.

At this moment, the Wet Ghost Tower's alien coalition had regrouped.

The human army cheered.

But Su Yue frowned.

Where is the Hidden Eagle Combat Camp?

Have they not returned yet?

As Su Yue walked back, he saw the densely packed frost vine armor of the human army, making his scalp tingle.

...

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