Chapter 338: You can go save people now.

Xin Gugu's eyes immediately widened with rage!

"You!"

Why is this guy doing this?

We can discuss this!

Isn't that how business is done? What's more, this isn't just about business; it's about life! Why did you expose my identity so directly without even a word of disagreement?

You're making me die!

Xin Gugu's eyes were bloodshot.

If his identity had been revealed during a fight, he would have had no complaints. Because that way, he could at least drag his enemies down with him. To have his identity exposed like this, it was like playing Werewolf and having his card revealed before the game even started.

What's the point of playing then?!

As the uncle's words fell, Xin Gugu seemed to see Yuan Sandao's shocked face, and the deeply buried memory he never dared to recall...

"Red Robe!"

A wave of bloodlust instantly emanated from Xin Gugu, and at that moment, he realized a major battle was unavoidable. But even if it meant death, he would drag this repulsive, slovenly man down to hell with him!

He swung his staff, and a murderous aura exploded outwards. The surrounding onlookers instantly fell into chaos, many with weaker minds collapsing, some even going mad and exploding to their deaths!

"Die!"

He roared, swinging his staff, and as he moved, the ground beneath him cracked open, beginning to seep black blood. Ten miles of land turned red. A hellish scene was vividly presented.

The crowd went mad!

Everyone fled in a panic, roars, cries, and painful groans... came one after another, ceaselessly filling the air!

Xin Gugu swung his staff, only to find it passed through the man in front of him, as if the hateful figure had vanished. Had he become a ghost?

"Have you come to your senses?"

The uncle's figure shattered, transforming into fragments of sparkling sword light. His voice seemed to fall from the sky, yet also to emanate from the boundless cosmos, ethereal and profound.

"This was your choice just now. You saw the outcome and your own fate! I clearly gave you the best path, yet you insisted on seeking your own demise. Little guy, wake up! In front of me, you don't have the right to refuse."

A crisp ringing sound and a sharp pain on his cheek made Xin Gugu awaken instantly. His head reeled, and as his vision refocused, he was horrified to discover... Xu Xiaoshou was still lying there, Yuan Sandao was still standing in the distance, the crowd was still lively, and this piece of land... had not yet begun to seep blood!

"An illusion?"

Xin Gugu's pupils constricted, and his mind went blank with a jolt. Impossible! This wasn't an illusion! This was caused by the uncle; did he actually possess the ability to directly influence his thoughts? Or had he truly comprehended time, presenting all the potential consequences of such a choice before him through a form of temporal-spatial peeking?

A cold sweat immediately drenched Xin Gugu's clothes. He suddenly felt weak all over and, clutching his golden staff, gasped for breath.

"You..."

"How did you do that?"

Regardless of the possibility, this person's power was already beyond his imagination! He feared that even Yuan Sandao's understanding of this man's strength was still limited to that single sword strike he had deliberately held back!

"This is a truly powerful figure, hidden too deeply!"

Xin Gugu's heart was in turmoil. He looked at the uncle, unsure what expression to make.

"How did I do it?"

The uncle's lips curved. Just as he was about to grin, he suddenly let out a muffled groan, his chest trembling as if suppressing something.

"Cough."

After a light cough, he calmly turned around with his hands behind his back. "How I did it, you don't need to know. As for you, regarding my earlier suggestion, you should know what choice to make now!"

Xin Gugu gritted his teeth, still unable to agree. "My time is limited. It's impossible for me to spend a whole year with that kid."

"Alright."

Unexpectedly, the uncle changed his mind. "As long as you can be there without delay when he needs you, that's enough."

Xin Gugu was somewhat surprised. He suddenly recalled that cough, frowned, and tentatively said, "I have my own mission. I can only try to help him during my free time..."

"You only need to block those above the Throne realm; it won't take much of your time," the uncle said, not stopping his steps.

Xin Gugu raised an eyebrow, pushing his luck. "Then, the number of times..."

"There are no limits on the number of times!" the uncle flatly refused.

"No limits? How is that possible? At most, I can only intervene once or twice more!"

"Heh."

"What? I've already made concessions?"

Hearing this, the uncle stopped, slowly turned around, and his clouded eyes fixed on Xin Gugu emotionlessly. "At most, you can say one more word. Exceeding one word, the price is death."

Xin Gugu was roaring frantically in his mind, but on the surface, he looked amiable. "Fine."

The uncle scoffed and dragged his sack. He glanced at another sack not far away and said, "That sack is yours."

"Mine?"

Xin Gugu was puzzled. He stretched and tilted his head, too stunned to speak. "What's mine? This kid is a walking conflict magnet, and there are four Throne realm experts watching him. You want to give him to me? How am I supposed to take him?"

All his confusion remained unvoiced, and the uncle, naturally, offered no explanation. Step by step, dragging the sack, the slovenly man walked to a spot not far from Yuan Sandao and said with a smile, "How's the time delay going? Have the people arrived?"

Yuan Sandao stroked his blade, having already realized something was amiss. He had allowed this person to converse with others for quite some time, yet the City Lord still hadn't arrived. Not only that, but no one had been sent to reinforce him, and there hadn't even been a single message.

"Has something happened?"

Yuan Sandao's eyelids drooped, and sword intent surged in his eyes. He couldn't wait any longer! Even if the City Lord hadn't arrived, he would apprehend this man himself!

"Don't be rash."

The slovenly man didn't even reach out; he merely shifted his gaze downwards, and Yuan Sandao felt an invisible pair of hands pressing him down. He looked at the man and scoffed, "You've injured people and damaged Tian Sang City. Today, you won't be able to escape."

The uncle slowly replied, "You can say that again later." After speaking, he looked up, watching the distant mountains swallow the setting sun, then shifted his gaze directly towards the City Lord's manor. "Your people haven't arrived, but mine should be close."

Yuan Sandao's grip on his blade tightened, and the three Throne realm experts behind him also narrowed their eyes. As if echoing the uncle's words, a deafening boom suddenly erupted from the direction of the City Lord's manor.

*Boom!!*

A black phantom slash, tearing through heaven and earth, descended from the sky like a divine giant axe, splitting yin from yang and bringing clarity to chaos. The grand formation protecting the City Lord's manor trembled, then exploded with a roar!

Everyone was stunned.

"This..."

The uncle dragged the sack and strolled away.

"You can go save people now."