Chapter 1210: Doomed Situation

Di Hou stared at Di Hu for a moment, his expression extremely complex.

This seemed to match everything Qi Xia had said, except that this “Tian Ming Ren” Di Hu was far too reckless.

The floor was brutally split in half, with the crack continuing to spread forward.

Di Hu turned back to look at Yan Zhi Chun, pointed to a distant figure, and said:

“Did you see that dark and burly fool?”

“That’s…”

“Come on, go find him. I’ll stay here and watch. I dare anyone to touch you.”

Di Hu then turned to the people behind Di Hou and said:

“Anyone who wants to go, go now. Wait too long, and you’ll miss your chance.”

“Thank you,” Yan Zhi Chun said.

“Brother, once this is all sorted, I’ll buy you a drink,” Lao Sun said.

“Alright, go on,” Di Hu waved his hand. “Tell that Hei Yang that I’ll deal with a troublesome character before I see him.”

Lao Sun, Yan Zhi Chun, and Jiang Ruo Xue exchanged glances, then slipped out of the crowd, regrouped with their team, and hurried toward Hei Yang’s location.

After seeing off the “Ji Dao” team, Di Hu turned to the many “participants” in front of him, whose identities were unclear, and said:

“I don’t care what you’re all here for, and it looks like you don’t have a leader. Now, listen to my commands.”

The crowd quieted down and stood on both sides of the corridor, staring at him silently.

“Anyone who wants to rebel, line up and head that way,” Di Hu pointed toward Hei Yang’s direction. “Over there, you’ve got ‘Luo Yi’, ‘Tian Ji’, and ‘Shuang Long’.”

The crowd looked into the distance but couldn’t decide right away.

“For those who regret it and want to leave…” Di Hu pointed in the opposite direction. “Go that way, keep going straight. Don’t stop for anything. There’s a Ren Long guarding the end, and he won’t be able to hold off all of you. Got it?”

With a few words, Di Hu sorted out everyone’s factions, turning the chaotic scene into an orderly one.

“No matter which path you choose, I won’t stop you,” Di Hu added. “But don’t hang around here and get in the way of our real business.”

After speaking, Di Hu glanced back toward the so-called “exit,” where a detestable figure leading a group of “Ren Ji Sheng Xiao” was slowly approaching.

“Di Long…” Di Hu sneered, then said to the many “participants” beside him, “Anyone leaving, stick to the sides. If you go down the middle and something happens, that’s on you.”

As Di Long approached with his group of “Sheng Xiao,” Ren Hou and the many “Ren Ji” stood behind Di Hu—these “Ren Ji” were all Di Hu’s students.

The tension between the two sides was palpable, a major battle inevitable.

“Di Hu… have you lost your mind?” Di Long’s lizard-like face twisted into an angry grin. “Do you even know what you’re doing? With Bai Yang gone, how dare you…”

Before Di Long could finish, Di Hu lunged forward and kicked him hard in the chest. Di Long had no time to dodge and was sent flying with a massive thud.

“Always yapping,” Di Hu said, landing and frowning. “Back when you bullied us, Yang Ge stepped in for us. But have you forgotten that I’m a ‘Di Ji’ now?”

Di Hu had only recently advanced, and Di Long had indeed overlooked that fact. Lying on the ground, Di Long felt a dull pain in his chest and realized the situation was tricky.

With both of them possessing “Man Li,” it would come down to who had the stronger raw power.

“Get up, don’t play dead,” Di Hu said. “Yang Ge used to give you face, but I’m not that smooth—I can’t give you that much. If you don’t stand up, I’m coming over to kick your head next.”

Hei Yang stood in the corridor, clearly hearing Di Hu’s call to rebellion, which made his brows furrow.

One wave hadn’t settled before another rose. Hei Yang had been waiting for Di Hu to join him so they could free the “Luo Yi” and then go after Tian Hu.

But now, Di Hu seemed to be fighting someone in the distance, making the situation even more frustrating.

The old man stood beside Hei Yang and noticed his anger was worse than before, so he and the others nearby kept quiet out of fear.

“Damn it… One of these days, I’m going to kill him…” Hei Yang said.

The old man glanced down at the dead bodies and knew Hei Yang meant it—they were at the point of murder. Clearly, his relationship with that loud tiger was terrible.

If even the “Sheng Xiao” were this divided, what chance did the “Ji Dao” have?

As he thought about it, he spotted three more “Ji Dao” teams approaching, bringing the total to four.

“How many teams in total?” Hei Yang asked.

“Eight,” the old man replied, then quickly corrected himself, “Wait, seven. I heard one is definitely wiped out.”

Hei Yang remembered someone mentioning the “one dead door” issue, meaning the battles on the “train” hadn’t even started, and the “Sheng Xiao” had already taken losses.

But who exactly had been lost?

Di Zhu heard Di Hu’s voice in the corridor and turned to look—they were still far from the crowd, but the fight had already begun.

“You all go ahead,” Di Zhu said, turning back to the “Mao” team members, Li Jing Guan, and Su Shan. “I won’t be much help if I tag along; I’d just be a burden.”

Everyone turned to Di Zhu, knowing his physical condition wouldn’t allow him to join the fight, so they nodded in agreement.

“Then take care of yourself,” Li Jing Guan said. “Your body’s been altered—don’t let anyone find out. Things are going to get chaotic out there, so go back to your room and rest. Don’t come out no matter what happens.”

“Got it.” Di Zhu nodded, though his eyes were filled with reluctance.

What a powerless feeling this was.

They had planned for years, enduring in silence. Di Zhu had grown out his nails to hide the fact that he had “Ling Chu.”

But now that the plan was underway and everyone was moving, he had encountered Zhu Que at the very start and lost his body with “Man Li.”

What use was this shell with only “Ling Chu”?

If Di Zhu had a choice, he’d rather Zhu Que had killed him outright—at least from his perspective, his life would have been “glorious and brilliant.”

“Then you all be careful…”

Di Zhu looked up, only to find the entire team had already run off.

Yes, they were in a rush—who had time for tearful goodbyes?

He moved his lips dejectedly, mouthing two words no one could hear:

“…Be safe.”

Di Zhu waved stiffly at their retreating figures.

Then he turned and walked sadly toward his door. As he reached out to push it open, a hand covered in white feathers blocked the way.

He turned to see a male Di Ji standing beside him.

“Be safe!!” Di Ji shouted loudly. “You’re a rebel, aren’t you?! Ahh!!”