Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"Boom——"

The Gravity Hammer blasted out, combining the stored light radiation energy and Master Fuli's power, shooting out a scorching white beam, piercing through the light and shadows in the sky.

Under the reflection of the straight beam, the visibility between heaven and earth changed.

The light and shadow enveloped by the beam gradually shed the veil of sacred light, revealing a woman with skin as white as possible.

On that fair skin, however, burn marks began to emerge and spread extensively at this moment.

After the white beam dissipated, it was followed by the roaring shockwave caused by the hammer's strike on the void.

The Witch King was struck high into the air, his figure tossed into the endless layers of eroded sand and dust.

"Bang...."

The Witch King fell into a sand pit, his lips cracked, coughing up a mouthful of muddy, foul blood, emitting raspy gasps.

Yet his gaze remained cold, as if ignoring the pain in his body, raising his right hand, driving his charred fingers to draw circles in the void.

"No need to worry....."

"I'm just trying to get a sip of water....."

As if sensing something, the Witch King spoke faintly, continuing his movements, a transparent and clear water orb formed in the void, falling to his lips to moisten them.

"From your current symptoms, it seems you have a ruptured spleen and blood loss causing a sensation of thirst."

Holding the Gravity Hammer, Master Fuli crossed the sandy ground and descended from the sky, landing not far in front of the Witch King.

"Drinking this sip of water will surely exacerbate the bleeding inside your body; no one can save you."

Ansheng said teasingly, "Haven't you considered acknowledging a new big brother? After all... I'm not aligned with the Dragon People, and I don't hold a deep grudge against you."

Though Master Fuli was persuading, his grip on the Gravity Hammer never relaxed for a moment.

The Immortal before him was an extremely radical bloodline supremacist, as evident from the religious atmosphere within the Mayflower Organization.

Casual remarks and temptations, Ansheng wouldn't really imagine this arrogant guy could back down...

Moreover.

The finalizing page of the Wish List had peculiar comments regarding the defeat of the Immortal.

It wasn't about convincing it wholeheartedly, but about thwarting its scheme to acquire the "Perfect Broken Cell."

"....Heh."

Lying on the desertified ground, the Witch King let out a disdainful sneer, his lips moving slightly, uttering in a hoarse, gloomy voice:

"No need for pity or sympathy.... I could have escaped at the moment your first punch was thrown. The reason I didn't and stayed here, despite lacking any advantage in time and place....."

"The sole purpose is to see which gossiping woman is badmouthing me behind my back."

"Is drinking water thirst? No, you are mistaken, I drink to moisten my lips and a smoky throat, so I can engage in verbal battle with that gossip until vanishing..."

The Witch King, though trembling even while speaking, his emotionless eyes gradually ignited with a fiery rage, staring intently at Master Fuli's cellphone.

"Right and wrong, I no longer care to discern, hidden kin dare to come out and fight!" the Witch King shouted indignantly.

"Are all Dragon People this hot-tempered?" Ansheng asked the cellphone screen, looking oddly amused.

"Such are the Immortals, endlessly ranting about the Eternal Mother Tree, while we who are the Eternal Mother Trees, have much more to consider..."

"Put the video call interface to the background, I'll argue with it and inspect its underpants' authenticity." Sun Xingyao's sarcastic voice came from the speaker.

Regardless of what the Immortal said, she maintained a doubting, questioning attitude.

"Huh——"

When the screen turned around, only to show a cellphone home screen instead, a trace of veiled disappointment flashed in the Witch King's eyes, but he insisted on raising his withered arm to flip a middle finger:

"Say nothing, savor it deeply, deeply perceive how my finger pokes your spine, you traitor! Betraying compatriots and bloodline genes!" the Witch King cursed Sun Xingyao while spewing blood:

"They say genes are inherently selfish, but I see your genes are akin to a public bus."

"For types like you, being traitors is where you thrive most..."

The Witch King's curses transmitted to the other side of the cellphone, Sun Xingyao responded with utmost sarcasm:

"A hen that doesn't lay eggs, yet crows? Lay one, and I'll kowtow twice to you."

"Dogs bark as 'Wang,' don't they? How come your noble bloodline can't be passed down?"

The obedient Dragons and Immortal Dragons, encountering after millions of years, exchanged curses through a screen.

All sorts of foul language, turning what was once Dragon bravado, into a sham.

Dragon People may boast high moral standards and strong social responsibility, yet they are not saints, in life much similar to humans.

But.

They have long passed, and inwardly acknowledged the current aftermath, having let some thoughts fade away.

But when confronting those with differing ideologies, they each seem like kin recognized in online forums.

"Cough, cough....."

The Witch King, struggling for breath, his face pallidly turning flush, gasping heavily:

"Boasters without courage to break the norm.... Across the stars, the most brilliant will always be us Dragon People. Even if the price is to possess everything yet own nothing."

"Hah!"

The Witch King raised both hands, flipping the middle finger, yelled in rage, and forcefully closed his eyes against the cellphone.

The Eternal Mother Tree... should not be like this.

It wields the power to distort physical laws; utilizing this power would be "the ultimate of all things."

But they have turned the Mother Tree, which should have been an individual, into a protective layer around Blue Star.

Completely losing the possibility of pursuing the root sources.

The Witch King, serving as a vanguard to the stars, rather than abandoning his glory and staying idle on Blue Star.

Live if able, die if not.

Holding such power, yet facing death implies a foundational error in civilizational roots from the start.

"The Immortal is dead..."

Looking at the dead figure, resting with arms limp on his abdomen but still flipping the middle finger, Ansheng said to the cellphone screen.

"Can't die, Immortals are not individuals, but beliefs and obsessions, one dies, hundreds more rise." Sun Xingyao sighed and said:

"Besides, I don't think it's dead. Though it was cursing with me all along, I could feel it seemed to be testing me, intentionally or otherwise..."

"Scenarios like these, we've encountered countless times in history....."

"Once they discover our investigator existence, they spare no effort to annihilate our descended bodies, forcing my consciousness to return."

Sun Xingyao remarked with a pout.

As environmental investigators like her, descending upon Blue Star, aiming to eradicate Fungal, thus preventing the Immortals from encroaching upon the Invisible Tree.

As Sun Xingyao previously said, both sides are taught by the same master, pretending not to know each other.

Yet, as she cursed the Witch King, one could tell.

No matter how much they bark, a civilization that can't birth new life doesn't have a future.

The curse propagated at the moment of perfect death doesn't simply embed itself in genes,

it imposes upon the physical form, polluting the Dragon's gene pool, with full body cell tissues behaving as if possessing conscious life, resisting reproduction.

This fleshly cursed pain, without contact, merely needs to be heard or seen to spread broadly.

"Whether dead or not, it doesn't matter."

"I know where their home is." Ansheng smiled, lowered his voice to ensure only the earpiece heard his speech.

It was precisely because Ansheng knew the female Immortals' nest that he dared to confront them solo.

From the start, Ansheng was in an unbeatable position.

Winning or losing wasn't important, for the Immortals who had been hidden, covertly observing Blue Star, had exposed their home base.

From the moment they were found by the Earl, they stood exposed in the sun, no longer serpents hiding in the shadows.

Ansheng's goal from the start was to defeat the Immortals for their gold.

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