Chapter 1192: Cold

After speaking, Zhuque flew forward with Yun Shijiu in tow, seizing the neck of "Zhikong" Wu Shisan in an instant.

"Ah... damn it... you..." Wu Shisan immediately reached out, stabbing at Zhuque with the dagger in his hand.

But before the blade could touch Zhuque's body, Zhuque exerted force, and with a crisp snap, his hand plunged into Wu Shisan's neck, ripping out a white, stringy thing. Wu Shisan collapsed like a deflated ball.

Qian Wu couldn't keep up with Zhuque's speed, and by the time he reached Wu Shisan, the man had already stopped breathing.

"There are many ways to defeat a person." Zhuque turned his face slightly, as if speaking to Yun Shijiu behind him. "Next, I'll let you see from my perspective how your teammates die at our hands."

Yun Shijiu's gaze swept past Zhuque's shoulder, and the two had already arrived in front of "Baoshan" Feng Shishi.

Feng Shishi looked up in terror, seeing the smiling Zhuque and the despairing Yun Shijiu.

Yun Shijiu's mouth moved silently, forming the word "run," but no sound came out.

"This is the true 'Shen Shou'..." Feng Shiba murmured. "I thought killing Xuanwu meant we'd passed the hardest part..."

In the next moment, Feng Shishi's head flew off, and the dazzling light on her body slowly faded.

Even after hitting the ground, her mouth was still trembling, her voice so faint that only the earth could hear it:

"...But why is it still so hard?"

Next came "Chuansuo" Cui Shisi, who was beheaded almost instantly with no chance to resist. Her ability hadn't even been activated, and Yun Shijiu couldn't help at all.

Qian Wu arrived a step too late each time, as if Zhuque were deliberately toying with him, forcing him to watch his teammates fall one by one.

Qian Wu paused, his face heavy as he stared at Zhuque, then turned back to ask Su Shan: "Are you sure all the 'Bowen' are in the mouth?"

"I'm sure..." Su Shan wiped the blood and tears from his face. "That should be Zhuque's weak point."

Qian Wu nodded, pulling a signal flare from his waist: "Maybe we still have a chance to take him down, before Lao Qi gets back."

"Damn it!" Zhoumo trembled at the mention of Song Qi's name. "Ge Wu, Lao Qi must have run away... His journey couldn't be that far... Even on foot, he should have arrived by now! He definitely..."

"Shut up." Qian Wu turned back, his face icy as he looked at Zhoumo. "Lao Qi has died countless times following me and never deserted. If he hasn't come, you can say he's dead, but you can't say he ran away."

"But this time is different..." Zhoumo seemed to have lost all hope to Zhuque's ruthless methods. "Who would choose to fight Zhuque after killing Xuanwu... No one will come..."

"We came." Qian Wu said. "And he will too."

With that, Qian Wu held the signal flare and slowly walked forward a few steps.

All they could do now was wait. Even if Song Qi really showed up, it wasn't guaranteed he could destroy Zhuque.

It was just like how Qian Wu stood there helplessly, unable to stop Zhuque from killing.

The ruthless techniques, overwhelming power, and immense conviction.

Every aspect far surpassed the members of the "Mao" team.

Qian Wu lit a cigarette and took a drag, then looked up at the flying Zhuque, who was heading toward "Fengchang" Ning Shiba.

Qian Wu furrowed his brow slightly. What could possibly control Zhuque's conviction, even temporarily?

Was the "Mao" team destined to be this powerless?

Just as Zhuque's fingers were about to touch Ning Shiba's neck, his entire figure slowed down and eventually came to a stop.

He slowly turned his head, looking puzzled toward the distance.

Today was truly bizarre...

Many "Renji Shengxiao" had removed their masks, effectively "deserting."

Fragments of images and information flashed rapidly before his eyes—this was a standard tactic from "Tian She" to the "Shen Shou," the simplest form of "cause and effect" driving "remote broadcast."

Whenever a "Shengxiao" broke the rules, the scene was instantly transmitted to the "Shen Shou," ensuring they could see the violation and teleport there immediately.

But now, the scenes being sent to Zhuque were piling up.

It started with three or five, then a dozen, and now over thirty "Renji Shengxiao" had taken off their masks.

"Today has really opened my eyes..." Zhuque paused, sensing the situation was getting urgent.

He had to deal with these rule-breakers right away, or they might put their masks back on and board the "Lietu," and even he might not remember all their faces.

As he was about to leave and handle these nuisances first, he suddenly felt a familiar sensation—his feet were once again entangled by vines.

This time, the vines were exceptionally thick, forcing him to bend down and lower his head to clear them.

How to describe this feeling?

It was like a few mice that couldn't kill you, but they gathered to watch you.

They wouldn't let you go or make you comfortable; they just watched.

And now, one mouse was even clinging to his back, not even able to bite him, just clinging there.

Zhuque felt himself growing irritated by these people. They restrained him but had no way to kill him.

He couldn't afford to waste time like this, or Qinglong would surely hold him accountable.

He hadn't broken Qinglong's rules in a long time.

After all, in this place... you could kill whoever you wanted, torture as you pleased. Where else in the real world could you find something like paradise?

Not even in prison.

Prison... what a joke. It locks up the worst criminals, yet they still have to follow its rules.

"This place... it's just as foul as a prison..." Zhuque dropped his smile, his face ashen as he looked at the remaining few. "You're all sinners, yet you pretend to have humanity's glow. I don't get it."

Qian Wu couldn't hear what Zhuque was muttering to himself.

Under Zhuque's bewildered gaze, Qian Wu bit down on the signal flare and lunged forward, grabbing Zhuque's arm.

Zhuque's eyes widened in an instant, trying to shake Qian Wu off with force, only to find his body had suddenly lost its "brute strength."

Qian Wu slowly lifted his head, letting the signal flare's intense heat pierce straight through his throat.

The magnesium and aluminum powder in the flare ignited, generating thousands of degrees of heat in an instant. Qian Wu ignored the pain, focusing only on maintaining his fading conviction.

Zhuque's eyes wavered at that moment, and a violent, chilling pain shot through his throat.

Why, when he was being burned, did it feel so ice-cold?