Chapter 1166: Crazy Spear

"It's not just my Bao Ran," Song Qi said.

"What else?"

"It's also the lives of all of us who remain," Song Qi said.

Numerous Mao team members began gathering behind Song Qi, and even the unconscious Luo Shi Yi was carried on Wu Shi Er's shoulder.

"Will sacrificing lives be enough?" Bai Hu's hoarse voice emerged slowly, laced with doubt.

"This is the final meaning of the Mao team's existence," Song Qi replied. "To die alongside Zhu Que there is the end for all of us."

"What about your conviction?" Bai Hu asked again. "With your Bao Ran, what can you detonate?"

"I'm different from you," Song Qi said. "I've heard you can detonate the air in front of you—a power I can't even begin to match."

Seeing that Bai Hu meant no harm, Song Qi wrapped the hair tie in his hand back around his wrist.

"So that's why I ask..." Bai Hu continued, "Are you really planning to take on Zhu Que with just your Bao Ran and the lives of the dozen or so people behind you?"

"As I said, I'm different from you," Song Qi turned and said. "I can't detonate the air, but I can detonate myself."

"Yourself...?" Bai Hu frowned slightly, never having considered such a possibility.

A person who couldn't detonate the air in front of them, yet could detonate themselves. Was that a sign of strong conviction or twisted belief?

"Is Jing Feng and Mao Mu here too?" Bai Hu asked.

Qiu Er Shi and Liu Er Shi Yi both stepped forward, standing behind Song Qi, both wearing expressions of defiance.

"What level can Jing Feng and Mao Mu reach?"

"What's it to you what level we can reach?" Qiu Er Shi frowned and said. "Don't think that respecting elders and cherishing the young will work here. If you're going to kill us, do it. If not, get lost."

"Er Shi Ge," Liu Er Shi Yi patted Qiu Er Shi's shoulder, "ease up on the cursing, don't get yourself worked up. If you can't handle it, I'll take over."

"What the hell are you babbling about?" Qiu Er Shi said. "My Jing Feng can strip away three layers of your skin—want to try it?"

"But I have no confidence in killing Zhu Que," Bai Hu said softly.

"Hmm...?"

The three of them paused slightly upon hearing that.

"He acts without considering the consequences," Bai Hu explained. "Though he doesn't have Xuan Wu's immense power, he's too much like Qing Long."

"In other words, a cunning and treacherous type," Song Qi nodded. "Isn't that perfect?"

"Perfect?" Bai Hu laughed. "He'll use every means to kill you, and he won't give you any chance to strike back, like Xuan Wu did."

"What we're afraid of is if he's like Xuan Wu," Song Qi said. "Killing Xuan Wu left no one in Mao feeling good, whether physically or emotionally."

Bai Hu was slightly moved by this: "Is that so..."

"Though no one wants to admit it, we ultimately broke her down," Song Qi said coldly. "We ignited a fire in her heart and burned her out from the inside. If Zhu Que is another tragic figure and everything starts over, then we'd be the ones broken from within."

"What an interesting group..." Bai Hu chuckled foolishly. "I'm glad to carry your Xian Fa on me."

"I'm glad there's someone like you among the Shen Shou who seems normal," Song Qi said.

"Normal...?" Bai Hu shook his head. "No, I was the first to go mad."

"Being mad is good," Song Qi nodded. "Die early and be reborn sooner; go mad first and wake up sooner. For you, it's all like a big dream."

Bai Hu said no more and walked to the side, bending down to pick up the fragments on the ground.

Song Qi thought about asking more about Zhu Que, but realized that for Bai Hu at that moment, not interfering was the greatest help.

So, he fell silent, turned, and led the group away.

"In the mouth," Bai Hu said suddenly, still bent over.

"Hmm?" Song Qi heard Bai Hu's voice and slowly turned back, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Those three Yan Qiu are in his mouth," Bai Hu said. "With Tan Nang around, the battle will probably end quickly."

"It's about what I imagined," Song Qi said. "Now that our 'strongest shield' is dead, the next step is for the 'strongest spear' to strike another 'spear'. The outcome will be decided in a short time."

"What you're striking isn't an ordinary 'spear'," Bai Hu said, "it's a Feng Mao. He's the most unconventional among all the Shen Shou. Those three Yan Qiu in his mouth aren't under his control, so he chews on them day after day. The pain makes them more obedient to him."

"That's mad enough," Song Qi nodded. "I was worried about running out of time, but now it seems just right."

"I wish you survive," Bai Hu said.

"I wish you die soon," Song Qi bowed slightly.

He bowed slightly to Bai Hu as a final gesture of thanks, and then the group vanished into the vast square, splitting into several smaller teams heading in different directions.

Meanwhile, Bai Hu was like a scavenger, picking up fragments piece by piece from the ground.

Soon after, numerous "participants" ran past angrily, but not a single one glanced at Bai Hu.

It was as if, after Xuan Wu, even Bai Hu had merged with the "End Place," becoming part of the backdrop.

No one noticed him or knew where he would go next.

The giant clock and display screen that had once sheltered him were shattered—what other place could he stay?

That's right, when the giant clock and display screen shattered... why did he hear cries of sorrow?

Bai Hu slowly lifted his head and looked toward the crimson sky.

As the fragments of the numerous giant clocks and display screens fell, he distinctly heard the wails of two lost souls.

But how many more lonely souls were wailing here?

"Xiao Xuan Zi, my name is Hu Yi Ran. I'm a few years older than you, so just call me big brother."

"Okay... Hu Big Brother."

"What do you mean 'Hu Big Brother'... Who even says that anymore these days...?"

"I'm sorry... I..."

"Qing Long said your name is Wu Xuan, so from now on, it's 'Xuan Wu'. My name has 'Hu' in it, so I'm 'Bai Hu'. He said that from now on... we won't have our own names anymore."

"No names...? What about Yan Big Brother...?"

"Xiao Yan... Though that title doesn't really relate to his name, he can only be 'Zhu Que'. Xiao Xuan Zi, remember not to mention your own name, or it's a violation, and you'll die."

"Then if they ask who I am, how should I answer?"

"Just say, 'I have no name, but here, they call me Xuan Wu'."

Bai Hu gathered the fragments in his hands and placed them gently into Xuan Wu's arms, then let out a long sigh and sat down.

"I've retrieved all the hearts that could be found for you, and for those that couldn't... I'll slowly make up for them here," Bai Hu said with a bitter smile. "It's a pity I never asked about your unfinished wishes... Forgive me, after spending so long in a place like Tao Yuan, I'm not used to farewells."

As Bai Hu was about to close his eyes and rest, he noticed Xuan Wu's severed arm.

The arm still extended a finger, pointing in the direction where Song Qi had left.