The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Among the fleeing crowd below, some noticed the dice that were confronting the Poison Ancestor.

"They're bandits!"

"Have the bandits come to rescue us again?"

"But this time the enemy is the Ten Ancestors! The strongest professionals on Earth! Can bandits possibly be a match for them?"

"I heard that the bandits killed more than a dozen Divine Transformation Realm cultivators! The Tenth Ancestor was also a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

Everyone was filled with unease.

The safety of the entire city now rests entirely on the shoulders of the bandits.

Some people sighed.

"What a mad world this is! The Federation's supreme ruler wants to massacre the city, while wanted bandits want to save us!"

The people of Yunshan City felt inexplicably at ease when they saw the bandits in the sky.

It seems that as long as there are bandits around, this city will not be in any danger.

This is the immense sense of security that the bandits gave to the citizens of Yunshan City through their repeated rescues.

Even when facing the Poison Ancestor, this sense of security will not completely disappear.

The Poison Ancestor sneered disdainfully.

"So what if it's fog, or it isn't? The poisonous fog has already dissipated. Let's see how you manage to save the entire city amidst this deadly poison!"

The Poison Ancestor's smile froze on his face.

He poked the air in front of him with the black umbrella, as if the controller was unresponsive when playing a game.

"How..."

The Poison Ancestor looked around and saw that the pillars of poisonous mist were still standing tall in the same place, without spreading out at all.

But then he saw the dice before him, and with outstretched arms, he spoke with an air of overwhelming power.

"Poisonous fog, come—"

At Song Gua's command, the poisonous mist that the Poison Ancestor had just created rose from the ground and gathered from all directions.

It has the implication of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix!

"You poison others every day, now you should taste the poison yourself!"

Song Gua borrowed the White Tiger Divine Weapon from Monkey King, and with the help of the Divine Bondage talent, it was directly upgraded to a Super Divine Weapon!

Song Gua's staff pointed at the Poison Ancestor, and countless poisonous mists began to engulf him.

"Why! Why doesn't the poison I create obey my commands, instead of yours?!"

The Poison Ancestor was covered by countless green mists, and his entire body turned green.

I don't know if it was from anger or poisoning.

Song Gua smiled faintly.

How could he control the Poison Ancestor's poisonous mist?

Poisonous fog is still fog.

Don't forget Brother Wu's professional talent.

As long as it's fog, Fog Bro can control it.

I can control my things, and you can control yours, so who really controls them?

This involves a struggle between the strength of the ability and the strength of the owner.

Mist Bro's ability to control the fog has a higher priority than Poison Ancestor's ability to control his own skill effects.

However, Wu Ge's strength, or rather, Song Gua's strength after borrowing Wu Ge's power, is not comparable to that of Du Zu.

If the difference is small, the priority of ability strength is still higher, but the difference between Mist Bro and Poison Ancestor is obviously too great.

Unfortunately, this person is Song Gua, not Wu Ge. If Song Gua borrows a little more power from his clone, he can narrow the gap in strength between him and the Poison Ancestor.

Song Gua borrowed Huo Zi Ge's power and unleashed a True Fire God Fist.

This is the power of high-level martial arts, enhanced by the pure source energy of Song Gua's ninth level of mortal transformation, making it even more powerful!

Taking advantage of his weakness to kill him, Song Gua will not let go of the opportunity to attack.

"boom!!"

The fist shadow, shimmering with purple, red, and yellow flames, trailed a surging heatwave and pierced through the cloud of poisonous mist ahead.

The immense power pierced through the tall building behind the Poison Ancestor, half of the building exploded, and countless fragments of the building flew everywhere, with a deafening roar.

The clones were joking around on the local network.

"You old scoundrel! Look at what you've been protecting!"

"Aihara Ryu is furious!"

"To clarify, there were no casualties from this punch."

Even though the Poison Master said he was going to massacre the city, the buildings near him had long been emptied out, and there were indeed no casualties.

"You definitely have a problem."

The voice of the Poison Ancestor appeared from diagonally above.

Song Gua looked up.

The Poison Ancestor is safe and sound.

"As expected, no one was injured by that punch just now."

Of course, the Poison Ancestor would not die from poison.

He stared at Song Gua's hood, a green glint flashing in his eyes.

Song Gua felt dizzy and turned his head away.

The Poison Ancestor was investigating the true nature of the Song Gua.

"Let me see who you really are."

Poison Ancestor could see Song Gua's face under the hood; he possessed an ability similar to X-ray vision, rather than the kind of discerning ability that Michelle had to see the essence of things.

But soon, he was speechless.

He actually saw his own face!

The face hidden under the dice-shaped mask was actually that of Poison Ancestor!

Clearly, the bandits would change their tune.

From the look on Poison Ancestor's face, as if he'd just swallowed a fly, Song Gua knew what he'd seen.

"How about that? Surprised? Unexpected? Oh dear, Poison Ancestor, I am you, and you are me, I can't tell the difference, I can't tell the difference at all!"

Song Gua's ability to mock is MAX.

Poison Ancestor was somewhat angry. He twisted his black umbrella, and a green poisonous claw appeared out of thin air behind Song Gua, reaching for Song Gua's neck.

Song Gua's body flashed, as if he could predict the attack, and he used the shadow-type skill of the assassin sequence to switch positions with his shadow and dodge the attack.

Of course he can predict it.

He had a large number of clones overlapping his body, and his vision covered all angles.

Having failed in his first attack, Poison Ancestor was about to strike again to kill Song Gua.

But just then, the rainbow spanning Yunshan City began to move.

"Buzzing—"

The rainbow, which was originally curved, suddenly straightened, reaching straight to the top of the clouds.

The seven colored beams of the rainbow connect to the ground.

Song Gua saw that Jia, wearing a golden mask, suddenly jumped out from the ground and leaped into the purple pillar of light.

Meanwhile, on Xin Chou's side, Xin also ordered them to rush towards the pillars of light immediately, which were the gates to the Sky City.

Without saying a word, Song Gua activated all his flight skills and rushed forward.

"You old bastard! I'll play with you another time! I have more important things to do right now!"

Poison Ancestor also saw that the Path to Heaven had opened, and his expression changed drastically.

"We can't let them get that thing!"

When Poison Ancestor saw Song Gua rush into the red pillar of light, he rushed over as well.

Seize the light source and kill the bandits—both at the same time.

The road to heaven is very strange.

When Night Owl and his group, Song Gua, and Poison Ancestor entered these pillars of light, their movements became slow, like in slow motion in a movie.

Moreover, no matter where they enter the pillar of light, they will instantly arrive at the ground and slowly rise from the bottom to the top.

Those who go in first are in a higher position.

Upon seeing this, the clones scattered throughout Yunshan City asked Song Gua in bewilderment.

"Hey bastard, what kind of performance art are you doing? Hurry up and get up there, what are you dawdling for?"

What Song Gua heard was...

"You old thief!"

"Huh? What are you trying to say? Speak up!"

"I'm speaking at a normal pace, aren't I?"

"What? Hey!"

Great wisdom puts its mind to work and makes bold guesses.

"Is time moving slower inside that beam of light than outside? That's why they seem so slow. And our voices, when they reach the old thief's ears in sync, might take twenty seconds instead of two?"

Some people disagreed.

"The old thief's voice should be faster, but it's not. What's going on?"

Sunflower Seed Guy sat on a rooftop, watching the whole scene while eating sunflower seeds.

"Wow, that's amazing, so amazing..."

Suddenly, Brother Guazi felt a chill all around him.

"Huh? This familiar feeling... could it be that man coming?"