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At this moment, Fang Qingyu felt somewhat puzzled.

It came too quickly.

He had just come down from the arena, hadn’t even caught his breath yet.

The main force of the Celestial Punishment Association had already rushed over to kill him.

Despite knowing that it had been less than an hour since he exposed his identity on the arena.

The Celestial Punishment Association’s reckless, consequence-free frenzy to kill him.

Completely exceeded Fang Qingyu’s expectations of the Celestial Punishment Association.

Too decisive...

So decisive it left no room for reaction.

Fang Qingyu instinctively turned his head to look at Yan Lin next to him, also shrouded under the force field’s killing intent.

The former president of the Bauhinia Association, at this moment, her face showed no sign of surprise.

Only a sense of gravity and helplessness like she expected this.

She met Fang Qingyu’s confused gaze, and her red lips parted slightly, speaking in a low voice: "I watched the live stream, and when I saw Shi Hao acting strange, I started heading to the city."

"At that time, I thought, if Shi Hao is with the Celestial Punishment Association..."

"Either you die on stage, and all ends peacefully."

"Or you survive, and they will stop at nothing to kill you here before you recover, otherwise, they can’t wait for us to kill them."

Yan Lin’s voice paused.

Her complex gaze swept over the skin exposed on Fang Qingyu.

It was covered with cracks.

So that’s how it is.

Fang Qingyu’s heart instantly became clear.

He had still underestimated the secrecy of his identity.

If Shi Hao was from the Celestial Punishment Association from the very beginning, and his identity was already known to them.

Then Shi Hao’s abnormality today made sense.

He probably received the order to kill him before going on stage.

So from the start, it was a direct death match.

And as Yan Lin suggested.

If he died on stage, the Celestial Punishment Association achieved their goal, and all ends peacefully.

If he didn’t die.

Then they’d immediately come offline, killing him promptly.

And conveniently retrieve the lost Divine Bone.

A trace of annoyance rose in Fang Qingyu’s heart.

But was instantly crushed by absolute calmness.

Yan Lin’s judgment was correct; from the Celestial Punishment Association’s standpoint, this was the only and best choice.

If it were him, he would certainly do the same.

The mistake wasn’t in judgment but in being constrained by the inertia of obtaining the Pure Crystal at the end of the competition.

Failed to anticipate the extreme reaction from the Celestial Punishment Association.

After all, who would have thought they’d go crazy enough to launch such an attack in the core zone, under the City Lord’s nose?

But if given another chance.

He’d still kill Shi Hao.

After all, those Pure Crystals, if missed, could never be retrieved again.

And now... the current situation isn’t necessarily a deadlock.

Aside from everything else, Fang Qingyu is confident he could ignite the three Profession fusion again, covering the retreat of others...

And he could escape too.

Though by doing so, his injuries could be severe enough to require a recovery period.

And all of them must go from light to dark, the Cyan Dragon Gang must also be abandoned...

These losses for Fang Qingyu and his team are significant.

After all, they’d been building up for so long.

Finally amassed a few people; losing them means it will take even longer to gather strength to destroy the Celestial Punishment Association.

But it’s preferable to losing their lives.

So Fang Qingyu hesitated no longer.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the blood taste churning in his throat.

His voice carried a tone of command, prepared to order others to evacuate immediately.

"You all..."

At the same time, deep in the Melted Gold’s vertical pupil, a speck of pure darkness began to condense.

The Qi Blood and Shenxiao Power close to breaking within him were forcibly squeezed and fused.

Aiming to ignite that forbidden power once again.

However, just as Fang Qingyu moved his foot, about to step forward.

Buzz!

An indescribable feeling of sluggishness.

Suddenly descended upon the entire street without warning.

Time seemed to have been paused.

The noisy wind, the pervasive killing intent, the surge of the cloaked person’s fluctuation, even the dust floating in the air...

Everything, everything, fell into absolute stagnation.

Next, less than five steps away in front of Fang Qingyu.

In the midst of all the cold gazes of the black-cloaked assassins in front.

Reflected in Yan Lin’s suddenly constricted pupils...

The space quietly rippled like water waves.

A figure, without any warning, suddenly appeared in the middle of the street.

He had his back facing Fang Qingyu, his stature was not tall, even somewhat lean.

Wearing a long black robe and ancient cloth shoes on his feet.

Standing there, like a handsome man walking out of a painting.

But at that moment when he appeared.

The overwhelming killing intent and cold aura from the hundreds of black-robed people.

Instantly vanished like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The ends of the street.

The eight Divine Bone Warriors with condensed aura like an abyss, their faces under the pale masks invisible in expression.

But the slight trembling of their fingertips and suddenly halted breath.

Proved that inside, they were not at all calm.

The entire dead-silent street held only a suffocating pressure.

Weighing heavily on everyone’s hearts.

It’s the City Lord.

The supreme being of the City of Injustice, the legendary figure who never meddles in city disputes.

Da Lei.

He was just standing there casually, his back to Fang Qingyu, facing the black tide of the Celestial Punishment Association.

No earth-shattering aura release, no domineering gaze scanning the world, not even a hint of energy fluctuating outward.