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The next morning.

A fierce wind howled, whipping up dark clouds that obscured the sun overhead.

Rumble!

Within the dark clouds, silver snakes danced wildly, and violent thunder echoed between heaven and earth.

"Are they here...?"

Ji Mingyu murmured to himself, feeling the terrifying power contained within the storm, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

The crowd stirred, and the fatigue from staying up all night was instantly dispelled by panic.

Light footsteps sounded from all around. Zhong Mo and the others, their faces grim, came to Ji Mingyu's side and looked into the distance with him.

Amidst the raging thunderstorm, Qi Huiming walked slowly, his dark red clothes fluttering in the wind. His half-charred face resembled that of a demon from hell, and his hollow eye sockets were filled with a fierce look.

With each step he took, the gale and thunder grew even fiercer, and a heavy, mountain-like aura surged forth.

"The Eighth Sequence, with its every move, can actually influence celestial phenomena... Is it really that terrifying?"

Everyone gasped in shock, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

Seeing the expressions on Huang Haoran's and the others' faces, Qi Huiming's lips curled into a smile:

"I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over Wang Tianyuan's body, kneel down and submit, and I might spare your lives."

"impossible!"

Zhong Mo roared, and Huang Haoran and the others behind him nodded, not believing Qi Huiming's nonsense.

"Hehe, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences."

Qi Huiming sneered, and with a wave of his hand, a gale howled and thunder roared across the sky.

A lightning spear, nearly ten meters long and as thick as a water bucket, materialized in Qi Huiming's hand and, propelled by the gale, was launched like a cannonball, piercing through the air.

Boom boom boom!

A terrifying sonic boom echoed, and in the blink of an eye, the thunderous spear was almost upon them.

Qi Huiming's movements were too fast; the mage didn't even have time to raise a barrier, and the priest hadn't even cast his buff.

The tank at the front, its face ashen, desperately raised its shield, preparing to take the hit with its bare hands.

Just then, I heard the rustling sound of pages turning behind me.

"Let there be light!"

A pale sun rose, blocking the path of the thunderous spear.

hiss hiss hiss—

The two collided in mid-air, creating a torrent of light and flame, and the terrifying impact spread out like a tidal wave.

Immediately afterwards, a figure surged upstream, his priest robes fluttering, his sculpted muscles undulating violently, and his fists slammed heavily onto the lightning spear.

boom--

With a sharp crack, the spear broke in two, flew backward, and rolled to the ground.

"Although the difference between each major rank is like a chasm, there will be no qualitative change in the level of life from the ninth sequence to the eighth sequence."

"You've made such a big show of force to intimidate us and force us to surrender, which precisely shows that you are wary of us."

Ji Mingyu looked at Qi Huiming, his tone calm and steady.

Looking at Ji Mingyu's back, everyone suddenly felt a familiar sense of security, and their restless hearts slowly calmed down.

On the other side, Qi Huiming stared at Ji Mingyu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"It's also the eighth sequence... but that still doesn't change anything."

Qi Huiming chuckled lightly, and with a wave of his hand, nearly ten lightning spears appeared:

"There are differences even among the eighth sequence, but your talent seems quite interesting. I'll take you."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Huiming's figure disappeared from the spot.

"So fast!"

Ji Mingyu's pupils shrank sharply. Before he could even find Qi Huiming, the thunderous spear had already pierced through the air and arrived.

Boom boom boom!

A series of sonic booms rang in his ears. Ji Mingyu let out a low shout, raised his fists, and met the thunderous roar.

Bang bang bang!

A thunderous sound, like the clanging of metal, rang out as Ji Mingyu relentlessly pounded his fists, deflecting all the lightning spears.

"Huffing and puffing—huffing and puffing—"

Ji Mingyu was panting heavily, his fists, covered in blisters and burn marks, trembling slightly.

But before he could catch his breath, a thunderstorm descended from the sky.

call!

Amidst the wind and thunder, Qi Huiming arrived in an instant, raised his arms, and smashed his fists, crackling with lightning, toward Ji Mingyu's head.

Ji Mingyu was equally unyielding, raising both fists to meet the attack.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

The blows landed squarely, accompanied by a continuous, deafening roar, like the stirring drums of war.

The onlookers gasped in surprise, wanting to help Ji Mingyu, but none of them could get through the wall formed by the storm.

Watching the two fighting in the storm, everyone's hearts couldn't help but tighten.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and a pale glow tore through the storm, sending two figures flying backward at the same time.

dong dong dong-

Ji Mingyu stomped heavily on the ground, staggered a few steps, and only regained his balance with Zhong Mo's help.

Before he could even stand up straight, Ji Mingyu's face turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Ming!"

Zhong Mo exclaimed in surprise, and when he looked down, he discovered that Ji Mingyu had a shocking wound on his waist, almost exposing his internal organs.

"Pastor, come quick, Pastor!"

"No need, I have my own."

Ji Mingyu deactivated his berserk state and cast several healing spells on himself.

"Heh, that's not enough? Your fighting style suits my taste, but unfortunately, your strength is a bit lacking."

Qi Huiming chuckled lightly, and Ji Mingyu responded with a cold laugh:

"A beast who uses his own brother's soul as a puppet and always enjoys backstabbing others, does he even deserve to bark like a dog?"

"Heh, if verbal sparring can be considered part of combat power, then I'd call you the strongest."

Qi Huiming sneered, and the shadow beneath his feet shifted, revealing a tall figure behind him.

"Brother...kill...brother..."

Everyone's pupils contracted, and they suddenly understood why Ji Mingyu had been injured.

"Su Wen and Su Wu, your twin talents are incredibly useful! Not only did they help me advance to the eighth sequence, but they also gave me a brother who grows in sync with me!"

Qi Huiming revealed his gleaming white teeth and burst into laughter:

"Let me tell you something else. Because of the special nature of my 'Xiao Ran' state, my attributes are double those of other professionals of the same level. What do you think you can do against me?!"

Rumble!

Thunder roared, Ji Mingyu's condition declined, while Qi Huiming became increasingly dominant, and everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

"Don't worry, everyone. This is our home turf. With our preparations, we can protect ourselves even if we face two eighth-sequence professionals."

Seeing the low morale, Jiang Shangzhen quickly comforted everyone, but Qi Huiming laughed after hearing it.

"Playing the coward? Heh heh heh, do you think I can't guess what you're thinking?"

As he spoke, Qi Huiming beckoned, and Qi Xiaoran, who was standing beside him, turned around blankly and dragged a string of people over.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

Flesh and blood scraped against the ground, emitting a chilling screech, leaving a bloody trail on the uneven earth.

The air fell silent, thunder rumbled, and painful groans echoed in everyone's ears for a long time.

"headmaster!"

"Grandpa, Grandma!"

The crowd gasped in shock, and then an uncontrollable killing intent surged into the sky.

"Qi Huiming, you even prey on women and children, you scum!"

"Hehe, that's called outsmarting them."

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Ji Mingyu roared and charged forward despite his pain.

"Don't move. If you take another step forward, I'll kill someone."

Upon hearing this, Ji Mingyu stopped in his tracks.

Just then, at the very front, Principal Sun raised his head and shouted with all his might:

"Never mind us, kill him, kill this beast!"

"What are you yelling about, you old fool? They don't have the power. Even if you commit suicide, it won't help."

Qi Huiming chuckled, casually gouged out his eyes, and tossed them at Ji Mingyu's feet:

Here, I'll give you a small gift.

"Don't worry, I brought lots of gifts, more than just these, enough to keep you entertained."

"you!!!"

Ji Mingyu's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling, and his clenched fists were gradually filled with blood.

However, they dared not act rashly.

"Damn it! I rushed to advance to the next level after checking in at the secret realm yesterday, and it's too much of a stretch to deal with two eighth-sequence opponents."

Ji Mingyu lowered his head helplessly, and behind him, an atmosphere of despair slowly spread.

A series of sighs were followed by the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

"That's right, that's exactly it."

Qi Huiming smiled with satisfaction, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a streak of brilliant golden light.

"This is!"

Qi Huiming's eyelids twitched violently as he looked at Zhong Mo.

The previously unremarkable fat man suddenly exuded an aura that made him feel somewhat apprehensive.

Ji Mingyu also noticed Zhong Mo's change, turned around abruptly, and roared:

"No, Zhong Mo, don't be impulsive! It's not hopeless yet!"

Although they didn't know Zhong Mo's specific abilities, the four brothers vaguely guessed that the price to unlock them was outrageously high.

The three of them had specifically instructed that Zhong Mo should not reveal his hand unless absolutely necessary.

"It's already... a last resort..."

Zhong Mo gave a bitter smile, his emotions growing increasingly indifferent, and a cold, golden light slowly emerged.

At this critical moment, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

"roar!!!"

Crimson-gold flames tore through the storm, and the vast dragon's might forcibly suppressed Zhong Mo's transformation.

Under the sunlight, a familiar silver-white longsword gleamed.

"Sorry I'm late."