Chapter 333: Xing Gugu's Doubt

"Oh, is he really dead?"

The uncle looked at Xu Xiaoshou's wide, angry eyes and was amused.

This guy truly wouldn't give up even in death!

But he knew that using force against someone this stubborn was absolutely out of the question.

So, he reached out and gently covered Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids, silently helping him close his eyes.

The method had to be harder than hard!

"Alright, since you've agreed, I can't just stand by and watch you die."

The uncle sighed helplessly.

Death.

What a beautiful thing it was. Sometimes, if one was blinded by a single leaf, being able to die then and there was a liberation.

Unfortunately, he couldn't die.

Nor was Xu Xiaoshou at the point where he could die.

His mission hadn't even begun yet.

The uncle's gaze fell upon the ancient book on the ground. With a wave of his hand, the thick, palm-wide tome transformed into a streak of light and shot into Xu Xiaoshou's mind.

Suddenly, the "dead" body lying on the ground began to tremble.

Xu Xiaoshou's expression contorted, and his body shook uncontrollably, as if he were being continuously electrocuted, almost to the point of frothing at the mouth.

For a "dead" body to react so strongly to pain, one could imagine how terrifying the impact of that streak of light entering his mind must have been!

"Perhaps he should just sleep..."

The uncle hesitated, ultimately deciding not to make him swallow the pill in his hand.

Suffering while asleep was always better than bearing it while awake.

After putting the pill away, he pushed his hand forward, sending out a stream of sword energy.

The sword energy entered Xu Xiaoshou's dantian, and with just a slight tremor, it perfectly integrated into his body.

In an instant, the inner shell of Xu Xiaoshou's body, which had been ravaged by the previous shock, began to generate wisps of sword intent.

These wisps of sword intent, embodying the profound essence of grand dao swordsmanship, then transformed into white mist.

The sword energy tore at his flesh, stimulated Xu Xiaoshou's damaged muscles, then pulled and pieced them together...

In just a few moments, Xu Xiaoshou's body was largely repaired.

A surge of vigorous life force erupted from an unknown source, instantly coursing through his entire body.

Cells divided, reproduced, and grew, and his physical body rapidly recovered.

This sudden change left the disheveled uncle dumbfounded.

"What's going on?"

"Where did this life force come from?"

"Did someone set up a protective restriction on this kid to prevent his accidental death?"

"But that old geezer, isn't he just prone to tantrums and running away from home?"

The uncle was somewhat perplexed, yet seeing the situation, it seemed he might be able to save a Body Restoration Pill.

Given enough time, with this endless life force, it wouldn't be impossible for him to recover to his peak state!

"He's only at the Yuan Court realm and already possesses such vitality. What would he be like at the Throne realm?"

The uncle gave a wry smile.

For others, being immortal might be cause for celebration.

But for him, wanting to die and being unable to was the greatest pain in the world!

"At such a young age, you're already bearing a life force beyond what you should at your age..."

"Should I celebrate for you, or worry?"

The uncle sighed softly, watched the twitching Xu Xiaoshou for a long time, and finally stood up.

He pulled out another burlap sack from his ring, put the twitching "corpse" inside, tied the rope, and casually tossed it.

The ground shook and instantly cracked. The uncle stared, dumbfounded.

At the same time, there was a "bang" sound not far away.

The space barrier shattered, and black City Lord's Manor guards, astonishing in number, emerged and immediately surrounded the area.

Leading them were the Four Throne Masters!

Everyone stood at attention in a military stance, and their imposing aura pressed down like an overwhelming tide.

The tens of thousands of spectators who had been saved from the ground retreated several miles away.

However, these survivors, far from being terrified, were instead craning their necks in anticipation.

If it weren't for the guards blocking them, these restless individuals would likely have charged directly into the center of the battle.

"Oh my goodness, look, look! What is that... so many, deep pits?"

"Deep pits? I think you're blind! These are clearly cliffs!"

"I remember this place; it's the closest path to the Pill Pagoda. There's always a crowd in every part of Tian Sang City; where would there be cliffs?"

"You're right, but this couldn't possibly be from a fight, could it? It's at least several miles deep!"

"Oh, my dear mother, this really might be from a fight. Perhaps this is the power of the Spirit Refinement Masters?"

"Spirit Refinement Masters..."

Watching the crowd, who were using tools created by Spirit Refinement Masters, observe the "fire" from miles away.

Several Spirit Refinement Masters quietly lowered their noble heads.

You truly overestimate us.

Even a Spirit Refinement Master, even a Grandmaster, to blast such a cliff under Tian Sang City's protective barrier...

That dream would likely take more than a year to achieve.

The noisy, chaotic crowd only dared to watch from such a distance. At this moment, anyone with eyes could tell that this grand spectacle might not be over yet.

And if one were to approach the epicenter, they might not even know how they died.

Xin Gugu was squeezed within the crowd, his brows furrowed, his golden meditation staff particularly eye-catching.

But in such a chaotic situation, few people paid attention to him anymore.

The battle of the Throne Masters was the top priority.

"Am I too late?"

For the ten-minute appointment, he raced at breakneck speed, pushing himself so hard he almost achieved spatial movement on the spot.

Yet, he only arrived to emptiness.

With his strength, he could easily discern that Xu Xiaoshou wasn't dead; he was lying behind the uncle, inside the completely unconcealed burlap sack.

"Is this a kidnapping?"

Xin Gugu was confused.

A kidnapping was one thing, but to bomb Tian Sang City like this?

Did they really think the City Lord's Manor was so benevolent that if you came to pee, they'd invite you for a drink?

What a joke!

Soon, amidst the pools of blood on the ground, he saw a deep pit with various kinds of...

...body fragments?

"A corpse massacre?"

Xin Gugu was confused once more.

Xu Xiaoshou wasn't dead, so who was?

He was utterly baffled.

From the looks of it, Xu Xiaoshou was, at best, just a bystander in this battle.

After all, he was merely a Houtian realm practitioner; it was impossible for him to fight a Throne Master to such a devastating extent.

So...

He looked at the uncle in front of the sack.

Was this his doing?

"But... damn it, peak Houtian?"

Xin Gugu's scalp felt like it was about to explode. What in the world was going on?

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't possibly fight a Throne Master to such a state, and this mere Houtian practitioner, even less so!

But the only one standing in the arena was this guy?

How was this explained?

"Don't rush!"

"If that old hag were here, she'd definitely tell me to observe first. So, let's see how things develop!"

"If it truly comes down to it..."

Xin Gugu tapped his golden meditation staff, his fingers knocking against its shaft, producing rhythmic thudding sounds.

He was counting.

One, two...

From the City Lord's Manor, four Throne Masters had arrived.

As for the uncle opposite...

Never mind, let's count him as a fifth Throne Master!

His eyes suddenly gleamed with a dangerous light.

"If there's no other choice, I'll have to act with lightning speed, kill these five, and snatch Xiaoshou away!"

"Lord Gluttonous God cannot die!"