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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

n“Who are you?”

nLi Fei was on his knees and clutching Jiang He’s head, before he promptly turned to glare his red eyes at the golden masked figure who came ever closer, hate overflowing in his gaze.

nIf Jiang He could not stop that man, how was he supposed to?

nHe was going to die regardless. What was there to fear anyway?

nThe employees he had been shielding behind him had all fled when Jiang He showed up to kill the Ferals. They were all average joes, and would be a burden even if they stayed.

nMeanwhile, the golden-masked figure slowly approached him, his shadow appearing long and narrow beneath the streetlights, shrouding Li Fei.

nA mocking smile flashed in the eyes beneath the golden mask.

n“You have guts for a D-class Awakened. Well, it’s fine—I shall grant you peace in death by telling you my name: I’m Killer Star, a Grand of the Sky Demon Cult.”

nHe spread his hands.

nTrue Qi surged, and vines of golden lines shone from his palm.

nLi Fei closed his eyes, having no intention of putting up a fight.

nHowever, in that very moment…

nCough!

nA loud coughing voice could be heard.

nLi Fei quickly opened his eyes and looked down at Jiang He in his arms, exclaiming in delight, “You’re not dead yet, Jiang He?”

nEven as he spoke, he shook Jiang He firmly.

n“What…”

n“Blargh!”

nJiang He coughed two mouthfuls of blood and said meekly, “Two Dog Li, stop shaking me or I’ll really die.”

nAt the same time, he stretched his senses across his body.

nHis wounds…

nWere grievous!

nThat one palm from his assailant was exceedingly frightening. It felt to Jiang He as if a highspeed rail had crashed into him, with everything from his Indestructible Diamond to his protective True Qi were shattered.

nAnd he had at least four broken ribs!

nAt the same time, all his organs were bleeding, and he thought that blood was piling in his abdomen, ejecting blood whenever he coughed.

nOn the other hand, Killer Star had withdrawn his hand in slight surprise.

n“A rank-five like you did not die outright from my full-power palm? You really are special, and there’s no wonder why the Tranquil Heavenly General and the Earth Demon Heavenly General would die by your hands.”

nHe clasped his hands behind his back, his tone ever casual.

nEven though his lips never parted as he spoke, his voice was very loud. It was not Secret Acoustics either, but a stirring of the air with True Qi with his abdomen.

nJiang He looked up at Killer Star with much difficulty.

nThe Grand returned his gaze.

nAs they locked gazes, Jiang He couldn’t help being furious…

n‘What is with those eyes? Why are you looking at me like a corpse?’

nChuckling coolly, he said, “Killer Star the Grand? Killer Star… One of the thirty-six decans? So the Sky Demon Cult actually sent a rank-eight grandmaster to deal with little old me, who is just a rank-five?”

nEven as he spoke, blood leaked out of the corner of Jiang He’s lips.

nBeside him, Li Fei’s face fell!

nRank… rank-eight?

nMeanwhile, Jiang He struggled to stand up.

nHe attempted it once, and when he failed, he barked, “Two Dog, help me up!”

nLi Fei, however, was at once awestruck and infected by Jiang He’s mood.

nStill, he helped Jiang He up and laughed away, acting as if he did not care if they survived or died. “That’s right!” He declared smugly. “We shall die standing rather than die kneeling. Whatever dog poo Killer Star or Killer Earth you are, come take our heads already! I’m an ingrate of a son if I keep following your every whim!”

n“…”

nJiang He was dumbstruck at that.

n‘Aren’t you quite the actor, Li Fei? What fit are you throwing at such a critical moment?’

nStill, Killer Star chuckled in his irritation.

nLaughing out loud, he was about to attack when he saw Jiang He flick his wrist, and a huge, thick eggplant appearing in his hand.

nKiller Star paused and his eyes tightened. “Void Storage?”

n“You actually know Void Storage?”

nJiang He was stunned, but now was not the time to talk.

nOpening his mouth, he crunched down on the eggplant.

nThe vegetable was raw and had not even been washed. Eating it like this was very unhygienic, but Jiang He could not be bothered.

nHis felt much better after the first bite, with his organs no longer bleeding.

nBy the second bite, the fiery pain over his chest also faded.

nIt seemed that his broken ribs were healing rapidly too.

nMeanwhile, Killer Star’s expression changed again.

nThe fact that a rank-five martial artist actually possessed Void Storage definitely left him astounded. Still, when Jiang He started to bite down on an eggplant right in front of his face, that left him feeling…

nAbsurd.

nIn fact, he was not alone—Li Fei was confused too.

nWhat’s going on?

nYou were half-dead and not going to last, so why would you start eating an eggplant? Could it be that you would rather die than become a hungry ghost?

nAs for the Void Storage and what not, who cares?

nStill, he felt that Old Jiang was eating so keenly, to the point that he felt a little hungry too.

nTherefore, he subtly tugged on Jiang He’s sleeve and whispered, “Old Jiang, give me half.”

n“Buzz off!”

nJiang He yelled in annoyance.

n“Jiang He!” Li Fei shot back in rage. “So this is who you really are! You would hog all the food even when we’re about to die together!”

n“Who on earth is going to die together with you?”

nJiang He raised his leg and promptly kicked Li Fei aside, but also controlled his foot’s strength so that Li Fei would drop unconscious without making a sound.

nMeanwhile, Killer Star’s eyes tightened.

nHe was left in disbelief as he stared tightly at Jiang He’s thick, huge eggplant, and couldn’t help mumbling, “No way…”

nHe was a rank-eight martial artist after all.

nHow perceptive was he towards auras?

nHe certainly could sense the changing aura in Jiang He’s body.

nHis palm before had left Jiang He half dead, and his chance of survival was almost zero if he did not get help.

nAnd how long had it been since then?

nTwo minutes, at most!

nHis vigor was gradually strengthening from his near-death condition, and could even kick a living person dozens of meters away.

nCrack, crack.

nFaint, crisp sounds were audible from Jiang He’s body just then, and Jiang He exclaimed in surprise while he chewed on the eggplant, “My ribs are connecting… amazing. Wasn’t this eggplant supposed to ease swells and stop bleeding only? It actually heals bones too?”

n???

nKiller Star blanked out.

nEggplant?

nWas it all thanks to that eggplant?

nStill, he was still a rank-eight martial artist. Quickly composing himself, he smirked, “Jiang He, so what if you have a mystical eggplant? So what if you could recover to your original state? I could crush a rank-five maggot like you with one finger!”

n“Is that so?”

nJiang He smiled calmly as he put away the remaining piece of the eggplant.

nIt feels like he was more or less healed.

nStaring straight at Killer Star, Jiang He’s eyes burst with killing intent as he coldly said, “Killer Star, one of the thirty-six Decans, was it? Don’t worry. I’ll remember to burn joss paper at your grave this day next year!”

nBoom!

nKiller Star’s aura exploded and he extended a palm.

nJiang He met his strike with a Mighty Dragon Shows Remorse.

nAs palm met palm, the enormous shockwave of True Qi that ensued blew up the ground beneath both men’s feet.

nGrunting and taking several steps back, Jiang He chuckled bitterly, “I guess rank-eight is more than a little stronger than rank-seven. I won’t win… alone, that is.”

nKiller Star laughed heartily as he advanced. The golden markings on his palm shone again as he said, “You don’t have to worry either, Jiang He. I would burn joss paper for you this day next year too… Eh? What was that?”

nHe promptly turned to find a red sports car streaking towards him, making tsche-tsche-tk-tk-tk sounds audibly as it shifted forms on its way.

n“What the hell…”

nKiller Star’s eyes widened, and he even thought that he was seeing things.

nHe watched as the sports call turned into a three-meter tall Transformer, mumbling, “Am I dreaming?”

nAnd yet, that was not all.

nWith a flick of his wrist, several bottle gourds appeared in Jiang He’s hand.

nHe blew on the orange bottle gourd first, and an orange mist landed on the ground and turned into a young child wearing an orange dudou.

nThen, he blew on a second bottle gourd, and then the third…

nAs the Bottle Gourd Brothers all landed on the ground, all of them made the same exact gesture: sucking on their thumbs, and greeting him as one, “Gramps!”

nIn that very moment, Jiang He suddenly found that the Bottle Gourd Brothers were not that contemptible.

nBeaming, he said, “Kids, do you see that ugly bastard with the mask?”

n“Kill him!”

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