Chapter 333: Xin Gugu's Doubts

"Yo, he really died?"

Dashu looked at Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes, wide open in fury, and couldn’t help but chuckle.

This guy was unyielding to the end!

But he knew that dealing with someone so stubborn, you absolutely couldn't use brute force.

So, he reached out and gently closed Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids.

The approach had to be even harder than brute force!

"Very well, since you’ve agreed, I can’t just stand by and watch you die."

Dashu sighed helplessly.

Death—

What a wonderful thing it could be at times, like a single leaf blocking your view, offering a way to escape through finality.

Unfortunately, he couldn't die.

And Xu Xiaoshou hadn't reached the point where death was an option yet.

His mission hadn't even begun.

Dashu’s gaze fell on the ancient tome on the ground. With a wave of his hand, the thick book, as wide as a palm, turned into a streak of light and shot straight into Xu Xiaoshou’s mind.

Suddenly, the corpse lying on the ground began to tremble.

Xu Xiaoshou's face twitched, his body shaking uncontrollably, as if he were being electrocuted nonstop—he was on the verge of foaming at the mouth.

For a dead body to react so intensely to pain, it was clear just how terrifying the impact of that light entering his mind must have been!

"Better to just sleep it off..."

Dashu hesitated but ultimately didn't make him swallow the Dan pill in his hand.

Pain in sleep was always easier to bear than pain while awake.

After pocketing the pill, he pushed a surge of Jian Qi into Xu Xiaoshou.

The Jian Qi entered his Dantian, giving a light tremor before perfectly merging into his body.

In an instant, strands of Jian Nian began to form within Xu Xiaoshou's battered flesh.

These Jian Nian embodied the essence of the Great Dao Sword Intent, transforming into white mist.

The Jian Qi tore at his flesh, stimulating his damaged tissues, pulling and piecing them back together...

Before long, Xu Xiaoshou's body was mostly restored.

A surge of vibrant life force emerged from an unknown source, instantly spreading throughout his entire body.

Cells divided, multiplied, and grew, rapidly healing his flesh.

This sudden change left the scruffy Dashu stunned.

"What in the world is going on?"

"Where is this life force coming from?"

"Could someone have set up a protective seal on this kid to prevent him from dying unexpectedly?"

"But that old guy is just hot-tempered and prone to running away from home, right?"

Dashu was baffled, but seeing the situation, it seemed he might not need to use a Rejuvenation Dan after all.

As long as the kid had time, with this endless life force, recovering to his peak state wasn't out of the question!

"At just Yuan Ting Realm, he has this level of life force—what will it be like at Wang Zuo?"

Dashu smiled bitterly.

For most people, not dying might be cause for celebration.

But for him, wanting to die and not being able to—that was the ultimate agony in this world!

"At such a young age, carrying a life force you shouldn't have to bear yet..."

"Should I congratulate you or worry for you?"

Dashu sighed softly, watching Xu Xiaoshou's convulsing body for a long while before finally standing up.

He pulled another sack from his ring, stuffed the twitching corpse inside, tied it securely, and tossed it aside.

The ground shook and cracked open.

Dashu stared in astonishment.

At the same time, a loud "bang" echoed from nearby.

The spatial barrier shattered, and a group of black-clad guards from the City Lord's Mansion marched in, their numbers overwhelming, completely surrounding the area.

Leading them were the Four Great Wang Zuo!

The guards stood in formation, their momentum crashing down like a tidal wave.

The over ten thousand spectators who had been saved earlier quickly retreated several li away.

Yet, these survivors, fresh from disaster, weren't terrified—instead, they craned their necks in anticipation.

If not for the guards blocking the way, this excited crowd might have charged right into the heart of the battlefield.

"Oh my heavens, look, look—what's that... so many deep pits?"

"Deep pits? You're blind! That's clearly a cliff!"

"I remember this place—it's the road closest to the Dan Ta. Where in Tian Sang City isn't packed with people? How could there be a cliff?"

"You're right, but this can't possibly be from a fight, can it? At least several li deep!"

"Oh, my mother! It really might be from a fight—probably the power of those Lian Ling Shi masters!"

"Lian Ling Shi..."

Watching these people treat the handiwork of Lian Ling Shi masters as some kind of spectacle from afar,

Some of the Lian Ling Shi quietly bowed their noble heads.

You're giving us way too much credit.

Even for a Lian Ling Shi, or even a grandmaster, blasting out a cliff like this under Tian Sang City's protective barrier...

It would take at least a year—might as well forget about it in your dreams.

The noisy crowd only dared to watch from this distance, as anyone with eyes could see that this drama was far from over.

Getting any closer to the center might mean dying without knowing how.

Xin Gugu squeezed through the crowd, his brows furrowed, his golden Zen staff standing out conspicuously.

In the midst of this chaos, though, no one was paying him much attention anymore.

The Wang Zuo battle was the main event.

"Am I too late?"

He had raced here like the wind for that ten-minute promise, pushing himself to the limit—just short of mastering spatial movement on the spot.

But he arrived to find nothing but disappointment.

With his strength, he could easily tell that Xu Xiaoshou wasn't dead—he was lying in that unhidden sack behind the big guy.

"Is this a kidnapping?"

Xin Gugu was puzzled.

Even if it was a kidnapping, did they have to blow up Tian Sang City like this?

Did they think the City Lord's Mansion was a pushover, where you could just waltz in, cause trouble, and get invited for drinks?

What a joke!

Soon, he spotted the pools of blood on the ground and, in one deep pit, scattered pieces of...

Corpses?

"A massacre?"

Xin Gugu was even more confused.

Xu Xiaoshou wasn't dead, so who was?

He was completely lost.

From the looks of it, Xu Xiaoshou was just a bystander in this fight.

After all, a mere Xiantian couldn't cause destruction on this scale.

So...

He turned his gaze to the Dashu in front of the sack.

Was he the one responsible?

"But... damn, just Houtian peak?"

Xin Gugu's scalp tingled—this was all so absurd!

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't have done this, and this so-called Houtian was even less likely!

Yet, he was the only one standing in the field.

What was going on?

"Don't rush!"

"If that old hag were here, she'd tell me to observe first. So, let's just see how things play out."

"If it comes to it..."

Xin Gugu tapped his golden Zen staff, his fingers drumming against it with a rhythmic thump.

He was counting.

One, two...

The City Lord's Mansion side had four Wang Zuo.

The Dashu opposite...

Fine, let's count him as five Wang Zuo.

His eyes suddenly flashed with a dangerous glint.

"If worst comes to worst, I'll strike like lightning—steal the bell while they're deaf to it—and take down these five, grab Xiao Shou and run!"

"The Greedy God must not die!"