Chapter 380: Huge Gossip

Wang Gang froze. From the moment this chaotic melee started, she had been reminding herself to keep her distance, staying on guard against the other two turning on her.

But she never expected He Xinquan to be hiding a trump card like this.

Four maximum-quality Rituals!

She had never even heard of such a thing back in the Metal Plains.

This man... was simply terrifyingly strong.

Who was stronger, him or that bastard?

The thought suddenly popped into her head, but she quickly shook it off. The skin on her right hand split apart, revealing a brass-colored mechanical device that instantly transformed into a massive cannon far larger than her own body.

She aimed it squarely at Jin Yao, whose body was currently pierced by white jade swords.

She didn't care who lived or died; she just wanted someone to die.

That was also why she had chosen to attack He Xinquan earlier.

She had seen it in Jin Yao's and Zhao Dongchuan's eyes: they both wanted to take He Xinquan down.

With pursuers still on their tail, three against one was naturally the fastest way to eliminate someone.

Now, things were different.

Anyone could see that Jin Yao was heavily injured. If she didn't strike now, when would she?

Yet to her surprise, just as she thought it was all over, a pebble inexplicably appeared in her line of sight. It fell right in front of her pupil, striking her eyelash.

This was something almost impossible, especially after she had stepped into the Transcendent Tier, yet it had actually happened.

She blinked. Before she could properly steady the cannon, the weird energy inside her surged.

It was like a program encountering an error—only this time, the glitch wasn't in her mechanical device, but in intangible Fate.

A terrifying roar erupted, and incredibly, the cannon fire struck He Xinquan dead on.

He Xinquan hadn't expected the muzzle to suddenly turn toward him either, and he was instantly swallowed by the terrifying white torrent.

Watching this scene unfold, Wang Gang turned her head in disbelief to look at Zhao Dongchuan.

Obviously, there was only one possible reason for this: the man beside her, whose Ritual belonged to the Path of Destiny system.

Zhao Dongchuan's expression was calm, his white trench coat billowing in the wind.

"The Dungeon can't end yet. I still have a score to settle with He Xinquan."

"Big brother, there's a Sixth Tier chasing us from behind!!!"

Wang Gang couldn't understand the thought process of the man in front of her.

If he hated the guy, couldn't he just find an opportunity to kill him after they got out? Why make a move here?! They had a Sixth Tier on their tail; once he found them, they would all die.

Evidently, to Wang Gang, the outside and the Inner World were no different. Killing was as common as eating or drinking—it was just everyday life in their village.

Zhao Dongchuan's gaze remained tranquil.

"I saw my Fate, and this is the best choice."

"And what about my Fate?"

Wang Gang paused.

"I can't see your Fate."

"Motherfucker!"

Wang Gang was going crazy. The moment she thought about the Sixth Tier still chasing them, she raised her cannon again, aiming it at Jin Yao, who was kneeling on the ground clutching his right eye.

By now, the endless emergence of white jade blades had finally stopped, but the very last one had pierced cleanly through his right eyeball.

Facing Wang Gang's readied cannon, he acted as if he couldn't even see it. The blood flowing around him suddenly grew incredibly viscous, turning into searing, crimson magma that coursed across his entire body.

An inexplicable aura abruptly surged from his body!

Rumble!

The earth suddenly began to tremble. Bottomless fissures violently tore open as the entire highway shattered into pieces in an instant.

Wang Gang was genuinely on the verge of losing her mind.

'I should have butchered this motherfucker right from the start! I should have killed him!'

'Now look! He's pulled out his absolute trump card!'

Jin Yao's body levitated into the air. The thumb ring tying his hair snapped, letting his long hair cascade down. Amidst the fractured highway, the magma-like blood surrounding him instantly condensed, manifesting into a Heavenly Blade that shot straight toward the firmament!

His face was deathly pale, but the killing intent radiating from him had almost materialized into physical form, locking onto He Xinquan's distant position.

Right now, that area had just been scoured by the white torrent from Wang Gang's cannon, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and dust.

Yet Jin Yao's expression remained unchanged. He could sense that He Xinquan was right there.

And then...

The Heavenly Blade viciously slashed down!

It was over.

Wang Gang let out a breath of relief.

It was finally over.

Under this strike, even if He Xinquan didn't die, she would just give him another blast from her cannon.

Thinking of this, she aimed her muzzle back toward He Xinquan's location.

Unless He Xinquan had another trump card, the dust was settled this time.

But when the smoke and dust finally cleared completely and Jin Yao slumped to the ground, Wang Gang was shocked to see that He Xinquan was nowhere to be found!

All that remained was a shattered white jade sword!

Without a second thought, she swung her cannon around again, aiming right at Jin Yao.

'No, it still has to be you who dies.'

Just as she was about to fire, she suddenly heard a sigh. Then, a familiar voice rang out:

"Alright, take a rest."

The very next second, Wang Gang felt as though she had been turned into a speck of dust. The scenery around her rapidly elevated, and she couldn't move an inch.

Another second later, her vision simply went black.

Yan Jing held both Wang Gang and Jin Yao by the scruffs of their necks, sighing.

"Even if you didn't notice He Xinquan was missing, you should have at least realized Dongchuan had disappeared."

Clearly, compared to He Xinquan and Zhao Dongchuan, Jin Yao and Wang Gang were still a notch inferior.

Wang Gang had likely been sheltered too well; she lacked combat experience and was somewhat naive. Jin Yao, on the other hand, was too easily driven by his temper.

Meanwhile, He Xinquan and Zhao Dongchuan were both extremely mature players.

It was a pity. He had originally wanted to watch a four-way free-for-all, but Zhao Dongchuan's goal was far too resolute, lacking a bit of dramatic entertainment value.

However...

There was also an unexpected harvest—and gossip to dig up.

Sensing an aura approaching, his figure blinked, vanishing from the spot once more.

A few seconds after he disappeared, an Old Man wearing a white martial arts uniform appeared on the highway.

Naturally, he had long since noticed the people fighting.

But none of them were his target.

On the contrary, he couldn't let anything happen to them.

If something happened to someone and caused these humans to enter the top three, the event would end. Based on his hundred years of experience, these humans would very likely exit the Dungeon.

Therefore, he had been diverting a portion of his attention to monitor this side. If someone was about to die, he would step in and knock everyone out.

If not, he wouldn't risk beating the grass to scare the snake.

For the past few minutes, he had been relentlessly pursuing Yan Jing.

And obviously...

The opponent was much harder to deal with than he had imagined.

He had already been thrown off track several times.

Clones, face-changing, stealth...

Especially that stealth ability—he couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation of weird energy from it. If he didn't have the constellation system in the sky as an auxiliary aid, he might have genuinely lost him.

"Can a Fourth Tier really go this far...?"

He muttered. His eyes flickered, and the next second, his figure also vanished from the spot.

Atop a tall building.

Zhao Dongchuan looked at He Xinquan across from him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"You don't look so good, do you?"

At this moment, the white clothes covering He Xinquan's body had been completely obliterated by Wang Gang's cannon blast. He was bare-chested, his lean, muscular upper body covered in scars, leaving him wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

He held a sword scabbard in his hand, his expression dark and gloomy.

Using a sword as a body was the second ability of his Fourth Rite.

He could turn an opponent's body into a sword, or he could use a sword as his own body to take a lethal blow for him.

This was originally an incomparably powerful ability, yet unfortunately...

His retreat route had been perfectly calculated by Zhao Dongchuan across from him.

"Heh..."

The corners of He Xinquan's mouth also curled up slightly, his gaze teasing.

"Isn't it just that you weren't approved when you applied to join Zhoulin back then? There's no need to hold a grudge for so long, is there? Hmm?"