Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 671 - 288: The Rest Is Up to You!

And they were merely lambs awaiting slaughter.

"This farce... must end!!!"

Ji Wuying’s eyes were bloodshot, hair disheveled, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, he howled frenziedly as if possessed.

He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood onto the longsword in his hand.

The sword’s blade instantly erupted with a sinister blood-red light, its aura climbing frantically.

He was about to employ a life-or-death secret technique to forcibly tear open this cursed domain!

Ji Wuhen and Ji Wufeng also roared simultaneously, their Qi Blood boiling as if burning, clearly ready to fight to the death!

Yet, in the face of the trio’s impending last madness.

Fang Qingyu, wrapped in Shenxiao, his cold golden pupils finally swept over with a faint trace of indifference.

He nodded slightly, his voice traveled through the Thunder, chillingly calm:

"Indeed."

"This farce... must end."

At the moment the word "end" fell.

The three of Ji Wuying shot forth like three blood-colored arrows, with a catastrophic momentum, suddenly launching.

Three blood shadows tore through the darkness, heading straight for Fang Qingyu.

This was the last strike gathering all their power, all their anger, all their despair!

And Fang Qingyu merely raised his left hand calmly.

No complicated sealing, no world-shaking power buildup.

He just opened his five fingers toward the direction of the three’s charge, then...

Clenched the void!

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Three enormous dark gold Shenxiao, like heavenly punishment columns, with diameters far exceeding previous measures, suddenly descended from directly in front of the three’s charging path...

Fiercely landing!!!

As if everything had been calculated from the start.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The madness, resolve, and a hint of impending triumph on the faces of Ji Wuying’s group were instantly replaced by boundless horror and disbelief.

"No——!!!"

Ji Wuying only had time to let out a scream filled with ultimate despair.

Their pupils reflected the dazzling thunderlight, that flooded their entire vision and destroyed everything.

Rumble——!!!!

Deafening thunder echoed throughout the Dark Domain.

The blinding thunderlight instantly swallowed their figures completely.

The raging Shenxiao Power ripped and tore without restraint.

As the thunderlight slowly dissipated.

The figures were charred, smoking, and their skin was shredded.

Like three pieces of broken charcoal, twitching spasmodically, they were deeply embedded into three enormous, charred black pits, their edges flowing with molten lava.

Sizzle... crack...

Small arcs of electricity were still jumping over their charred wounds.

Each movement triggering a burst of violent spasms and painful moans.

"Im... possible..."

Lying at the bottom of the pit, half of Ji Wuying’s face was charred and carbonized, one eye completely blinded, the other fixedly glaring at the golden figure slowly descending from the air, filled with endless venom and incomprehension.

"Why... why could you... see through... our... speed... trajectory..."

His voice was hoarse and shattered, like a broken bellows being pulled, each word accompanied by blood spatter.

Fang Qingyu slowly landed by the pit’s edge, the violent Shenxiao around him receded like a tide, revealing his calm and tranquil face.

The two fierce Dragon Horn shadows above his head also dissipated.

He looked down upon the pit bottom, at the three Ji Family Tier Three members like dying worms.

His eyes showed no ripple of emotion.

"Why?"

Fang Qingyu’s lips curled into a faint arc, "Because the speed you pride yourselves on, in my eyes..."

"Is slow as a crawling turtle."

"You...!"

Ji Wuying, furious, trembled all over, spat out another mouthful of black blood with internal organ fragments, his gaze completely dimmed, leaving only deep-seated venom and unwillingness.

He finally understood, from the beginning, their "speed" in front of Fang Qingyu.

Was nothing but a complete and utter joke.

This was no battle at all, but a one-sided mockery and crushing.

Just at this moment...

Sand... sand... sand...

Dense and faint footsteps approached from all directions.

The thick darkness shrouding this core area slowly drew back like stage curtains to the sides.

One, two, three...

The figures of Wei Banmeng, Jiang Wei, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan appeared first.

Then followed Lin Yu, Zhang Meng, Chen Shan, Li Yan...

One figure after another emerged from the gradually dissipating darkness.

Thirty-seven members of Dawn, silently surrounded the three massive charred pits.

Carrying more or less traces of fierce battles.

Some clothing dotted with dark red bloodstains, but their eyes were astonishingly bright.

Fixing on the three twitching, charred, foul-smelling figures at the pit bottom.

In those gazes, there was no elation at victory.

Only hatred settled to an extreme, endless humiliation, and... the joy of finally being able to avenge their foes...

The entire battlefield was silent.

Only the howling of the wind and snow as it rushed back into the area.

And the intermittent moaning of the three charred figures at the pit bottom.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over faces filled with hate and anticipation, finally landing on Lin Yu at the forefront.

The coldness on his face melted quietly, like the ice and snow of early spring.

Lips curled into a gentle, encouraging smile.

He first spoke to Wei Banmeng and the others.

"Let’s go."

Finally looked at Lin Yu, and the thirty-seven pairs of eyes behind her, nodding slightly:

"The rest..."

"Is up to you."