The man in the suit stood quietly at the boundary between the shadows of the mine shaft and the ghastly light of the emergency lamp.

His body line was straight, as if he had just attended an upper-class banquet rather than escaped from the filthy, chaotic pit bottom.

He turned around and saw Fang Qingyu struggling in the dusty entrance, covered in blood, with a severely injured little girl tied to his back.

Finally, a trace of expression appeared on his flawless face.

It wasn't shock, nor was it panic, but rather a playful curiosity, like discovering a rare insect struggling in the dust.

"Heh..."

A low chuckle echoed in the deathly silence, carrying a mockery that settled with the dust, "You haven't died?"

He took a slow step forward.

The light cast his tall shadow in front of Fang Qingyu, those cold, inorganic eyes swept over Fang Qingyu's blood-stained and muddy face and the unconscious Jiang Wei on his back.

His tone was indifferent, as if confirming a trivial matter:

"Even 'Scarlet Head' couldn't crack this hard bone, which was a bit unexpected for me..."

"Didn't expect you to survive this collapse." The man in the suit repeated softly, his voice rising with undisguised interest, "How about it, interested in joining Creation?"

His words were like cold poison.

Instantly igniting all the violence pent up in Fang Qingyu's heart!

The attack of the serpent was indeed orchestrated by this bastard behind the scenes.

Countless scenes exploded in Fang Qingyu's mind.

The desperate eyes of the Mystic Martial Artist being devoured, the figures of countless people falling in the sea of Corpse Ghosts, Jiang Wei's pale little face... and the desperate battle with the serpent at the abyssal bottom with Jiang Wei!

Hatred!

Cold, enough to burn everything, hatred, like a repressed volcano for thousands of years, bursting through the dam of reason!

Fang Qingyu did not answer, nor did he roar in anger.

He just very slowly, with the only hand that could barely exert force, grabbed the already tattered hem of his combat uniform.

"Rip—!"

The tough fabric was forcibly torn into a long strip.

The action tugged at the wounds on his chest and abdomen, causing blood to gush out again, but Fang Qingyu was oblivious.

Under Sikong Zhen's somewhat amused gaze, Fang Qingyu, using his teeth along with his right hand, wound the strip around his chest and back, encircling it once, twice, tightly binding the unconscious Jiang Wei to himself!

The little girl's light body pressed closely against his scorching, scarred back.

After doing all this, Fang Qingyu finally raised those bloodshot eyes, completely dyed with murderous intent.

His right hand slowly reached for his waist.

"Clang—!"

The sound of Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash unsheathing was no longer a clear dragon roar, but rather a hellish wail!

On the blade.

The residual blood and Starlight Arc flickered ominously in the dim light.

Fang Qingyu, with no hesitation, plunged his left hand into the bloodstained silver suitcase, pulling out the last handful of Micro Level Qi Blood Crystals and Life Pearls, stuffing them into his mouth without a look, chewing and swallowing them like beans!

The violent energy exploded instantly within his riddled body.

Bringing searing pain, yet forcibly extracting a shred of new, life-burning energy!

The sword tip lifted, pointing with unmatched determination at that pale, cold face ahead!

The corners of Fang Qingyu's mouth, smeared with blood and crystal dust, slowly curled into an almost mad arc, his hoarse voice like the cold wind of the Nine Netherworld blowing through the mine shaft:

"Bastard..."

"Die——!!!"

The final word cracked like thunder!

Fang Qingyu sprang from the ground, becoming a tricolor afterimage of red, dark blue, and the faint, forcibly stimulated black light of the Power of Eternal Night!

The severely injured body erupted with near self-destructive speed!

Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash emitted a piercing shriek, as brilliant starlight and roaring Tribulation Fire wildly compounded and compressed on the blade!

No intricate moves.

Just pure, all-consuming will and destruction... crashing forward!

Faced with this reckless, utterly unrefined yet extremely fierce assault, the man's face finally showed a slight withdrawal of amusement.

His brow slightly furrowed.

He seemed a bit surprised that Fang Qingyu could still erupt with such power in this state.

"A dying ant, daring to bare fangs?"

The man scoffed coldly, not retreating.

He elegantly withdrew his right hand from the pocket of his pants, casually flicking it forward.

"Buzz——!"

The air in front of Fang Qingyu suddenly became as thick as lead-mercury!

The ground, neither soil nor metal, suddenly squirmed and arched, instantly consolidating into a massive rhombus rock shield, dense with sharp spikes, gleaming with a metallic cold light!

Massive as a mountain!

Boom——!!!

An earth-shattering roar exploded within the narrow mine shaft!

The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash entwined with starlight fire struck fiercely at the center of that rune-etched rock shield!

The shield surface caved in dramatically, countless spider-web cracks erupted in an explosion of stone powder and fragments!

The immense recoil made Fang Qingyu feel as though he'd crashed into a real giant peak, his already severely injured right arm's bones groaning under the strain, his chest wound splitting open, filthy blood gushing uncontrollably!

Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash was nearly discharged from his grasp!

But Fang Qingyu's hand, his fingers embedded into the blade's hilt in blood and flesh, was like the heaviest of locks!

The man in the suit gave a light hum.

The desperate blow from Fang Qingyu evidently exceeded his expectations by several degrees.

"Did I underestimate you?"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the fingertips of his left hand moved almost imperceptibly.

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