"Who are you?"
Li Fei was kneeling on the ground, clutching Jiang He's head in his arms. Then, he abruptly looked up at the golden-masked figure who was closing in on him, his eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred.
If Jiang He could not stop it, how was he supposed to?
Since it was a dead end, what was there to be afraid of?
On the other hand, the employees he had been protecting had fled the moment Jiang He appeared to slay the Ferals. They were all normal people, and they would only be a burden even if they stayed.
The golden-masked figure walked over slowly. His shadow was long and narrow under the streetlight, and it covered Li Fei.
A mocking smile flashed across the eyes under the golden mask.
"A mere Awakened Grade D god force user does have some guts. Fine, I'll let you die in the clear. I'm Venerable Killer Killer of the Heavenly Saint Cult."
He opened his hand.
True Qi surged, and golden patterns blossomed in the center of his palm.
Li Fei closed his eyes, unable to muster up any thoughts of resisting. However, at this moment … Cough cough.
A series of heavy coughs could be heard.
Li Fei promptly opened his eyes and looked at Jiang He in his arms, exclaiming in delight, "You're not dead, Jiang He?"
As he spoke, he shook Jiang He a few more times.
"What the …"
"Puchi!"
Jiang He coughed two more mouthfuls of blood and said feebly, "Stop shaking me, Two Dog Li. I'm really going to die if you keep shaking me."
He felt his own body.
Injured …
It was extremely heavy!
That palm was so frightening that Jiang He felt as if a high-speed train had crashed into him. Indestructible Diamond and his protective True Qi were shattered with a single strike, and …
At least four or five of his ribs were broken!
His five viscera and six bowels were oozing with blood, and his abdominal cavity was probably full of blood. When he coughed, he had the urge to vomit blood.
Killer Supremacy retracted his hand in surprise.
"You're a rank-five, and yet you didn't die on the spot after taking a palm strike from me at full power. You're quite special, and it's no wonder the Tranquil Heavenly General and the Earth Demon Heavenly General would die in your hands."
He had his hands behind his back and his tone was calm.
From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word, but his voice was loud and clear. It was not Secret Voice-sending, but the vibration of his genuine Qi and the sound emitted from his abdominal cavity.
Jiang He looked up with much difficulty at Killer Star.
Killer Star was looking at Jiang He as well.
Their gazes met, and Jiang He could not help being furious …
What's with that look? You're staring at me as if I'm a corpse?
He sneered and said, "Killer Venerable One? The Earthly Slaughter Star … One of the thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Stars? The Sky Demon Cult actually sent a rank-eight grandmaster to deal with a mere rank-five like me? "
Blood trickled out of the corner of Jiang He's mouth even as he spoke.
Li Fei's facial expression changed again.
Eighth … Eighth Grade?
And yet, Jiang He struggled to his feet.
He tried to stand up but couldn't. He immediately scolded, "Ergou, help me up!"
Li Fei was in awe, and he was infected by Jiang He's emotions.
He helped Jiang He up and laughed out loud, appearing nonchalant about life and death as he said cockily, "That's right. I'd rather die standing than live kneeling. What bullsh * t Killer Earth Star? Do whatever you want, and I'm not a son if I even frown."
"…"
Jiang He was stunned. 'Li Fei, aren't you a little too dramatic?' Why was he acting crazy at this time?
Killer Venerable was also amused.
Laughing out loud, he was about to attack when Jiang He turned his hand, and a thick eggplant appeared in his palm.
Killer Venerable One stopped. His pupils shrunk as he uttered in a deep voice, "An interspatial storage treasure?"
"You actually know about Spatial Storage Treasures?"
Jiang He was a little taken aback as well, but now was not the time for that. He opened his mouth and crunched down on the eggplant.
It was raw and unwashed.
Still, Jiang He could not care less even though it was a very unhygienic way of eating without washing it.
After eating the eggplant, he felt much better. His internal organs were no longer bleeding.
After the second bite of the eggplant, Jiang He felt the fiery pain in his chest slowly fading.
It was as if his broken ribs were rapidly healing.
Killer Venerable's face dropped again.
While he was shocked that a rank-five martial artist would have a Spatial Storage Treasure, the fact that Jiang He was eating a raw eggplant right in front of him made him feel …
A little absurd.
It was not just Killer Venerable — even Li Fei was left dumbfounded.
What was going on?
You're half-dead and about to die, so why are you eating an eggplant? Don't you want to be a ghost who starves even if you die?
As for spatial storage and the like, why would he care about it?
He quietly tugged at Jiang He's sleeve and whispered, "Old Jiang, give me half of it."
"Get lost!"
Jiang He barked in irritation.
On the other hand, Li Fei barked angrily, "I didn't expect you to be such a person, Jiang He. We're going to die together, but you're eating it alone!"
"Who the hell is going to die with you?"
Jiang He raised his leg and kicked Li Fei aside. His control of his kick was impeccable, and Li Fei fainted without a sound when he landed.
Killer Venerable's eyes tightened.
He stared closely at the thick eggplant by the corner of Jiang He's mouth in disbelief, and could not help exclaiming, "That's impossible …"
He was a rank-eight martial artist.
How sharp was his senses toward aura?
He could naturally sense the change in Jiang He's aura.
His palm strike had almost killed Jiang He, and his chances of survival were almost zero if he was not treated in time.
But how long had it been?
Two minutes at most!
His vigor was slowly strengthening from his dying state, to the point that he could kick a living person dozens of meters away.
Crunch, crunch.
That was when a faint crunching sound could be heard from Jiang He's body. Chewing on the eggplant, Jiang He exclaimed in surprise, "My ribs have reconnected … how magical. Isn't my eggplant supposed to reduce swelling and stop bleeding? And it actually reconnects bones? "
？？？
Killer Venerable was dumbstruck.
Eggplant?
Was it really thanks to the eggplant?
Still, being a rank-eight martial artist, he quickly composed himself and sneered, "Jiang He, so what if you have a magical eggplant? So what if you could recover to your original state? You're just a Level Five Late-stage ant. I can squash you to death with one finger! "
"Is that so?"
Jiang He smiled faintly and put away the eggplant.
It felt like …
He had almost recovered.
Staring straight at Killer Venerable, killing intent overflowed in Jiang He's eyes as he coldly said, "Killer Venerable, one of the Thirty-Six Decans, was it? Don't worry. I'll remember to burn joss paper for you on this day next year! "
Kaboom!
Killer Venerable's aura erupted as he struck out with his palm.
Jiang He met it with Mighty Dragon Shows Remorse, and as their palms collided, the powerful shockwave of True Qi caused the ground beneath their feet to crack open.
Jiang He grunted and took several steps back, flashing a pained smile. "As expected, rank-eight is more than a little stronger than rank-seven. I … alone, I can't beat him."
Killer Venerable laughed out loud and walked forward, the golden pattern on his palm shining once more as he said, "Don't worry, Jiang He. I'll burn joss paper for you on this day next year as well … eh? What's that? "
He abruptly turned his head, only to see a red sports car speeding towards him from afar. The sports car actually began to crack and deform in the midst of its mad dash …
"What …"
Killer Venerable's eyes widened. He even felt as if he was hallucinating.
He watched as the sports car turned into a three-meter-tall Transformer and murmured, "Am I dreaming?"
And yet, that was not all.
With a turn of his hand, several bottle gourds appeared in Jiang He's palm.
First, he took out an orange bottle gourd and blew at it. Soon, an orange mist landed on the ground and turned into a child wearing an orange dudou.
Then, he took out a second bottle gourd, then a third …
As the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers landed, they did a standard and similar gesture — sucking on their thumbs, all of them exclaiming, "Gramps!"
In that very moment, Jiang He suddenly realized …
The Bottle Gourd Brothers were not that annoying anymore.
Beaming, he answered, "My eldest grandsons, do you see this ugly masked fool?"
"Kill him!"
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