Originally, Pacquiao was overjoyed when he saw the Heavenly Slaughter Duke turn around and walk away, scrambling madly to crawl outside.

Unfortunately, he hadn't crawled more than a mile before the Hero Seed dragged him back.

Grabbing the half-left leg, dragged back like a dead dog, and thrown back to the original spot.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the faces of two craftsmen.

One was stern, the other gentle; one was old, the other young.

Tall, short, fat, thin, all completely different.

The only similarity was the two pairs of eyes looking intently at the fine materials, filled with endless affection, cherishing like food, not wasting a single centimeter of beauty!

Now, not only the severed limbs and flesh of Pacquiao had been collected with fluid alchemy to the last drop, but even the blood that had flowed had been meticulously gathered.

Arrayed around him, classified.

Yellow Beard and Ji Jue bent down and squatted, scrutinizing the materials awaiting processing, clicking their tongues, "To dismantle so meticulously and process so thoroughly, still keeping it intact — what a rare find!"

"Indeed, one must say."

Ji Jue nodded, sighing, "Only colleagues understand colleagues!"

"It was you..."

In his dying breath, Pacquiao struggled to open his lone eye, bloodshot, fixed intently on Ji Jue, who was inches away, eyes about to burst.

From somewhere he found the energy, madly struggling, ready to devour.

Alas, his whole body was bound by mercury, the crucial parts pierced and sealed, eliminating any chance of resistance.

Even blinking became a luxury after a Bone Knife stabbed down.

He could only futilely curse, using every filthy word he knew, ranting, accusing, howling, but in the end, only a blood-curdling question remained.

"Why?!"

Pacquiao raised his head, his shattered face twisted like a demon: "Why the hell would you..."

Weren't we supposed to mind our own business?

All this could have been avoided, so why stir up such strife?

All the while...

"Sorry, it was just a coincidence."

Ji Jue smiled warmly, unfazed by the harsh words, and instead consoled, "You're already here, aren't you? It's all a convenient task anyway, dealing with you isn't much harder than dealing with a dog.

Moreover, when encountering problems, a person should look on the bright side."

"— Since someone has to die, why shouldn't it be you?"

Someone has to die.

If the wilds and the seas cannot appreciate the value of 'tolerance' and 'mercy', then let bodies and deaths teach them what awe means.

Ji Jue lacks a dead dog to hang on the gate as a warning sign.

And coincidentally, Pacquiao's dog's head is just the right size, this position is tailor-made for Pacquiao!

Everyone struck a deal, mutually agreeing to face off.

So it naturally became a life-or-death struggle.

What more needs to be said?

From the moment Tu Sihai stepped into Xinquan, Ji Jue was determined. And from the moment Pacquiao finally stepped into Xinquan, everything was set.

Even without Tang Qian's ridiculous super evolution, with Desert Market's An Neng and Northern Realm's Yellow Beard, shutting the door to beat the dog is no surprise.

Unless Pacquiao breaks through on the spot and ascends to Heavenly People, otherwise, escape is impossible.

But if there was any chance... what Chen Xingzhou and Ji Jue swayed wasn't just An Neng and Yellow Beard.

At that time, Ji Jue could have set up an even bigger stage for an even grander feast.

Or do you really think the Security Bureau has no need for business, and the newly appointed Guardian Lv doesn't need some major victories to boost his KPI this year?

"At this point, why waste words with this trash?"

Yellow Beard impatiently drew the Flame-shaped Sword: "Stop dawdling, at this rate, the spiritual essence will all dissipate."

With that, he swung the sword down.

And then it paused in mid-air.

"Wait!"

Ji Jue countered with solid alchemy, sealing Pacquiao, blocking the sword's path.

Turning back to look at Yellow Beard, his smile grew meaningful.

"Spare him under the knife!"

"Tch!"

Yellow Beard furrowed his brow, "What, do you want to go back on your word?"

I knew it, you were born a wicked Ye Xian brat...

"Master Yellow Beard, we agreed before, if you dealt with him, naturally you could have first pick." Ji Jue's eyebrow raised, his smile growing even more pleasant: "But now, it seems my side's score is a bit higher, huh."

What was before is before, and now is now.

It was agreed before, but now, the situation is different.

After all, no one anticipated that the roaming would suddenly explode in the final team fight, becoming a god instantly, locking in the MVP.

As a result, Tang Qian became the MVP, while Yellow Beard turned into a 'carry by association'.

Seeing Yellow Beard's expression darken, Ji Jue waved his hand, dispersing the binding mercury, smiling, "Rest assured, the previous agreement of splitting the blessing remains unchanged, but even if it's split evenly, with eleven blessings, I get to pick five first.

Besides, the blood is mine, and I also get first dibs on the bones."

"Impossible!"

Yellow Beard refuted flatly, showing not a trace of a Great Craftsman's demeanor.

Not even close siblings would haggle, let alone in a profession as egregious as Embers, could there still be close siblings involved? More like not even parents left. Naturally, there's no mention of respecting the elderly and loving the young, nitpicking every detail is the norm.

If you don't profit, it's a total loss!

You talk field cost and life's hardships, I speak Northern Realm's difficulty, Heavenly Artisan rarity. You speak of my muscle C hand, I speak of my Hero Seed control.

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