Chapter 1326: Killer Move

After Chu Tianqiu entered, the three people inside the room were locked in an intense fight.

Qinglong's expression grew increasingly manic. He knew he had already killed that woman, yet his "Duo Xin Po" belief remained unstable. The two opponents before him were top-tier fighters, and even a split-second distraction could lead to injury. The destructive impact from that woman seemed to linger even after her death. Could it be as she had said before dying—that even as a ghost, she would continue this terrifying curse?

Through multiple near-death experiments, Qinglong realized his "Duo Xin Po" could only be used for self-preservation at this point. It could block enemy attacks in critical moments, but when he tried to use it to kill the two, it became faltering and unreliable. Perhaps only by teetering on the brink of death could he break free from the shackles she had left behind and reach the pinnacle of his "belief"—but what good would that do?

In this bizarre state, the battle dragged on for a minute or two without a clear winner.

At that stalemate, the three of them heard a door creak open in the room. They turned toward the sound and saw Chu Tianqiu walking in through the wall that had become a doorframe. He seemed to know he couldn't sneak up on Tianlong, so he dropped the pretense and stood there openly.

Zhang Shan and Qiao Jijin didn't understand how Chu Tianqiu had entered through a wall with no passage, but they knew he wasn't an enemy, so they focused on buying time against Qinglong.

"You..." Qinglong furrowed his brow slightly. Today, too many unexpected events had unfolded, heightening his sense of impending doom.

"Don't be tense." Chu Tianqiu stared at Qinglong and said, "My target isn't you."

Qinglong slowly widened his eyes. "Isn't me...?"

"You all keep fighting. I'll go find Tianlong." Chu Tianqiu said casually, then headed toward the stairs.

"Wait...!" Qinglong shouted hesitantly, "You can't make a move on Tianlong right now... I need some time to prepare..."

Zhang Shan dashed in front of Qinglong. "But you don't have time to prepare anymore."

As the fist came at him like a missile, Qinglong activated "Duo Xin Po" again, freezing Zhang Shan in place for a moment. Then, Qinglong burst forward, ignoring Zhang Shan and kicking at Chu Tianqiu.

Chu Tianqiu furrowed his brow, crossing his arms in front of his chest. With a massive thud, he was kicked back several steps, awkwardly blocking Qinglong's full-force attack.

Only then did Qinglong realize that all three in the room were from "Tian Xing Jian."

Zhang Shan and Qiao Jijin weren't about to give Qinglong any chance to catch his breath. Seeing him distracted by Chu Tianqiu, they both charged at his back.

"What a... joke..." Qinglong slowly lowered his head. "From the start, the aim wasn't on Tianlong at all... It was all pointed at me..."

Chu Tianqiu sensed that Qinglong was on the verge of his "belief" collapsing. Though not skilled in combat, he gritted his teeth and threw a punch at Qinglong's chest.

The three attacked from different directions, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Qinglong.

But just as their strikes were about to land, "Duo Xin Po" activated once more. Their hands and feet froze in place, leaving them all rigid.

"What a... ridiculous and insolent decision..." Qinglong gritted his teeth, his expression wildly deranged. "I'll make all of you regret crossing me. If Tianlong and I are both going to be severely wounded no matter what... then I'll drag all of you down with us. After all, as long as Tianlong has one breath left... I won't die either..."

Dark clouds began forming on the ceiling, as if Qinglong no longer cared about Tianlong's safety—he wanted to destroy the entire room.

Perhaps "Jing Lei" was consuming too much of his "belief," because "Duo Xin Po" started to waver. Gradually, the three regained control of their bodies.

Chu Tianqiu struggled to lift his head and look at the "Jing Lei" in the sky. The situation had completely spiraled out of control. His control over his body was intermittent—could he still reach Tianlong now?

Qiao Jijin also noticed the inconsistent effects of "Duo Xin Po" on himself—sometimes his body felt like his own, other times like a puppet's. If they didn't act fast, Qinglong would kill everyone in the room. He didn't care if he and Tianlong got hurt; he just wanted to end this rebellion. He had clearly gone completely mad.

Massive bolts of electricity started flashing across the ceiling, casting a pale glow on everyone's faces.

Chu Tianqiu realized something was wrong and quickly turned back toward the door. Regardless of whether he could escape, he needed to report the situation to Qi Xia. But before he could figure out how to open it, a small bolt of electricity struck the doorframe from above.

With a sharp crack,

The doorframe splintered, turning the entire room into a sealed space.

"Damn it..." Chu Tianqiu's face changed. He wondered if this crack would disrupt the so-called "plan" Qi Xia had set. After all, Tianlong was now in a completely different space from Qi Xia—could they still establish a "Ru Meng" connection?

"Tianqiu." Qiao Jijin stepped forward.

Chu Tianqiu was startled, pulled back to his senses, and turned to look at him.

"You do what you need to. I'll handle this." Qiao Jijin said, "I'm not smart enough to change plans midway. We still have our own jobs to do... right?"

Chu Tianqiu stared, his expression complex as he thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."

"Leave it to me." Qiao Jijin said, "I still have my trump card."

He struggled to move his body, then took several deep breaths. The "Er Zi Zhen Yan" that Qi Xia had once taught him surfaced in his mind. It might be the only way out now, but could he still trust Qi Xia at this moment...?

Qiao Jijin hesitated. This was the first time he had shown hesitation toward one of Qi Xia's schemes. Those two words were straightforward, yet they felt strangely eerie in this context. Qi Xia had said that if they were in a tough fight, they should try "Kan Shu."

"Kan Shu"—such a blunt plan.

Qiao Jijin turned his head toward the fruit tree in the center of the room. Even if he didn't chop it down, it would soon turn to dust under Qinglong's lightning.

"In that case... I'll give it a shot." Qiao Jijin chuckled lightly. "It doesn't hurt to try anyway."

"Hey, are you finally using that crappy trump card of yours?" Zhang Shan called out from nearby. "I thought you'd take it to the grave."

"Big guy, buy me ten seconds."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Qiao Jijin shot toward the tree.

Qinglong sensed something was off and whipped around, only to realize Qiao Jijin's target wasn't him at all.

It was... the "tree"?