What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

"Thump, thump, thump."

Liu Bo's footsteps tolled like a death knell in Yang Shuo's ears.

Yang Shuo closed his eyes tightly, clutched his head with both hands, and trembled like a leaf, desperately waiting for his head to be removed.

Liu Bo stopped two steps in front of him, exerted force with both arms, and slowly raised the long sword.

The purple-gold flames leaped wildly, distorting and warping the space around the blade.

The already dim sunlight refracted strangely around the blade.

Just as the blade was about to fall!

"puff!"

A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of Liu Bo's mouth without warning, turning into a cloud of blood mist that sprayed into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Bo abruptly stopped raising his arms and stood frozen in place.

The upgraded "Burning Technique" is indeed domineering, and the purple-gold flame with the "purification" attribute is a deadly weapon for fighting beyond one's level.

But he forgot one thing, even though he had just stepped into the peak of the Flying Heaven Realm.

Swallowing hundreds of clusters of alien royal soul fire in one gulp is like stuffing an active volcano into one's stomach.

There was no time to consolidate one's realm, nor time to nourish one's meridians.

Those fragile meridians were already riddled with cracks under the violent impact of the Burning Technique's flames.

The abundant "fuel" caused the "Burning Technique" to completely spiral out of control and operate in a frenzied state.

The purplish-gold flames burst forth from his meridians and began to wreak havoc throughout his limbs and bones.

The intense pain drained Liu Bo of his last bit of strength, and the severed meridians left his body completely out of control.

He couldn't even move his little finger.

Yang Shuo closed his eyes and waited for a long time.

I didn't feel any neck pain or body fire; all I felt was the howling sea breeze whistling past my ears.

He swallowed hard, and with a surge of courage, cautiously opened his left eye a crack.

In my line of sight, Liu Bo was still holding the knife, but blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his blinding eyes were beginning to flicker violently, his body swaying slightly.

Yang Shuo didn't dare to move.

He feared that Liu Bo was planning to frame Tang and plot against him.

Some time passed.

"It seems he doesn't need to."

Yang Shuo's mind finally began to work with difficulty.

He carefully groped around on the ground, picked up a small stone, and smashed it hard on Liu Bo's calf.

"Bang!"

The stone bounced off, and Liu Bo didn't react at all.

Yang Shuo tentatively called out again, "Give me a quick death?"

Liu Bo remained motionless.

confirmed!

This kid went mad from his cultivation and suffered the backlash!

The fear in Yang Shuo's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by ecstatic joy.

He braced himself against the slippery rocks with both hands, dragging his crippled leg, which he had stabbed himself, and slowly moved his body to his feet.

He pointed at Liu Bo's nose and started cursing.

"You son of a bitch!"

"You scared your dad to death!"

Yang Shuo spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat! You'll stuff yourself to death, you bastard!"

The more he cursed, the more relieved he felt. Looking at Liu Bo's helpless and dying state, Yang Shuo grinned, his features scrunched up in laughter.

"Fine, fine, if fate wants you to die by my hand, then I won't hold back!"

Looking back on what happened these past two days.

He was sitting perfectly fine on the flagship when the beast tide overturned him into the sea to feed the fish; in order to claim credit, he ruthlessly stabbed several bloody holes in his thighs and abdomen; and just now, he was so scared by this kid that he wet his pants.

New and old grudges surged into my heart.

Yang Shuo was not going to waste any more words.

As long as we kill Liu Bo and take his head back to report, the days of living the high life will be just around the corner!

He gripped the longsword tightly with both hands, pouring all the Yuan energy within his body into it.

With a flick of his wrist, he aimed the sword at Liu Bo's neck and slashed down fiercely!

"Whoosh!"

Just as Yang Shuo's longsword was less than half an inch away from Liu Bo's neck.

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "snap" sound.

The deep blue barrier, jointly set up by eight Nether Sea Guards of the Nine Heavens Realm, was pierced through like fragile glass.

A thick, ice-blue spear, radiating a chilling aura, shot into the formation like lightning.

It pierced Yang Shuo's chest with perfect accuracy!

"Pfft!"

The immense impact sent Yang Shuo flying backward, the ice spear piercing his chest and pinning him firmly to the black reef behind him with a clang.

Yang Shuo's sword slipped from his hand and fell into a puddle.

He lowered his head, staring blankly at his own body.

A huge, transparent hole appeared in his chest, with an ice spear piercing through it.

And on the left side of his lower abdomen, there was a bloody hole he had stabbed himself with his broken sword in order to claim credit when he returned.

One up and one down, one big and one small.

They together form an upside-down "8".

The only difference was that hot blood was still gushing out of the hole in his lower abdomen, staining his trouser leg red.

The hole in his chest, pierced by the ice spear, emanated an aura of extreme cold.

The chill instantly froze the blood vessels and flesh around the wound, and even the gushing blood turned into red icicles, with not a single drop of blood flowing down.

"..."

Yang Shuo opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood mixed with ice shards gushed out of his throat.

He glanced at Liu Bo, who was engulfed in purple-gold flames, and then at the icy spear emanating a chill from his chest.

Totally desperate.

What sins have I committed?

One moment it's hot, the next it's cold.

Was Game of Thrones filmed here?!

Liu Bo, who was standing in front of him, finally exhausted his last bit of strength.

With a clang, the long sword slipped from his hand and fell onto the rocks.

His knees buckled and he fell backward.

In the final seconds before his consciousness faded, Liu Bo struggled to open his blurry eyes.

In the mist ahead, a familiar figure seemed to be walking briskly towards him, treading on the waves.

Dressed in white, she was as aloof as frost.

It looks like Wei Xiaoran.

Liu Bo twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing an awkward smile.

Her lips parted slightly, uttering a soft, almost inaudible murmur.

"Unfortunately... it still wasn't enough... to cover the cost of the extra-large package..."

"It's good to see you one last time..."

After uttering the last word, Liu Bo closed his eyes and fainted completely.

Even though he lost consciousness, the purple-gold flames on his body did not go out; instead, they burned even brighter, enveloping his entire body in raging flames.

Just as Liu Bo's back was about to crash heavily onto the slippery rocks, a white figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Wei Xiaoran knelt on one knee, stretched out her slender arm, and placed it on Liu Bo's back to support him steadily.

"die!"

Seeing their prey fall, the six Ninth Heaven Realm Nether Sea Guards immediately stomped through the puddle beneath their feet, brandishing six long, sharp battle blades, and transformed into six deep blue afterimages as they rushed forward.