Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 171 - 121 Cliff City Without Warfare2

After all, I was doing a job for an official organization, who would even care about this bit of compensation!

Today's entire bill will be picked up by the Security Bureau!

In the midst of the intense shaking, the continuous explosions sounded one after another.

Next to him, Tong Hua was utterly dumbfounded by the sight.

Not until a loud and clear trumpet sound rose from the distance, stirring up strong winds and loud noises, with tires spinning wildly, did she couldn't help but let out a terrified voice:

"I fuck—"

Hold on, brother, hold on, keep your cool!

Who the hell is the one causing havoc in Cliff City?!

And the last to arrive, astonishingly, was a freaking oil tanker truck Ji Jue had brazenly taken from the road next to him!

The rcury Rope instantly shattered a window, pulling out the panicked driver and tossing him aside, Ji Jue wiped the nosebleed from spiritual exhaustion without hesitation, and declared:

"Die for !!!"

Boom!!!

Amidst the wreckage of nurous vehicles, that figure was instantly engulfed.

Violent impacts created roars strong enough to shatter all the glass in the district, as flas danced, spouting like a geyser, the storm spread and expanded, thick smoke billowing toward the sky.

The chaotic fire leaped high, turning the dim clouds a bloody red.

The overwhelming heatwave hit Tong Hua's face as she dry swallowed, turned around, hesitated to speak, and yet saw that Ji Jue was still not stopping?!

He bent down and grabbed, from the trunk of the little calf car, a... six-barreled machine gun?!

Ever since the last ti he just went out and got targeted by a sniper, Ji Jue made sure to bring all his tools and belongings whenever he left the workshop.

After all, there was the little calf car, no need to carry anything himself.

Since his return from the Crack Realm, he had only recently repaired this machine gun, planning to drop by to return it to Sister Laila after finishing the job, but, as it turned out, it was needed today.

Under Tong Hua's gaze as if she had seen a ghost, Ji Jue's hands moved so fast they left afterimages, displaying his brilliance with Heavenly Skill even in such a place, and within a few snaps of the fingers, he had assembled it onto the hardened rcury supports.

The muzzle was raised, firmly aiming at the dancing Fierce Fla and ruins.

"Wait, brother, you—"

Tong Hua was dumbstruck: "What are you doing?"

Ji Jue responded seriously: "Don't let your guard down. This is how they all die in horror movies... smoke but no injuries, you get it?"

Tong Hua's lips parted several tis, unable to utter a word.

Damn it, the ones who die in horror movies are just a bunch of unlucky college students, not so maniacs who go around blowing up tanker trucks!

Who the hell switches into a terrorist when they panic?!

But then, she heard it...

Footsteps erging from the flas.

One step, another step.

Stumbling, the near-charred silhouette dragged a shattered, lted blade from the burning hell and stepped out!

Still alive?!

Even though his body and blood were ablaze.

"The voices... their... voices..."

Herbert, instinctively staggering forward, moved his eyes around cluelessly, seeking.

All sounds were gone.

So silent.

But when his burned-out eyes looked forward, from the daze of illusion, he seed to have a revelation.

Fire.

It was fire.

At the very end of this hellish nightmare, that grand tide filling the sky, covering the earth, was so beautiful, like the Crystal of destruction and death.

It was the end of the road.

His charred throat emitted a cry of laughter.

He gasped, straining forward, one step, another...

Towards Ji Jue.

But now, Ji Jue was no longer afraid.

In that instant, soone appeared beside him.

It was Old Zhang.

Just like that, watching the dying beast break apart in its pitiful cries, its fiery trail stopped in its tracks.

Herbert collapsed with his face to the sky.

In his dimming vision, even the blood-red sky above seed to fade away.

The sunset was splendid, the evening sky dazzingly beautiful.

His broken arm reached out futilely for the last glimrs of the sunset's afterglow.

And thus, he crumbled into pieces.

The endless war was over.

Could finally, get a good sleep...

As the enemy drew his last breath, Old Zhang looked around to make sure there were no hidden dangers, then patted Ji Jue's shoulder.

"Not bad at all, I was about to offer my help, but you settled it yourself?" he remarked with a sense of wonder: "Just, a bit over the top."

Looking at the exaggerated scene, he couldn't help but pat his bald head.

Never underestimate a young person's capacity to stir things up; he just looked away for a second and look what a ss they've made... Should he say that the new waves of the Yangtze River are pushing the old ones forward?

Back when he was young, risking his life might have broken a few walls, and now the Chosen Ones, each of them, act like demolition teams.

Wen Wen was already reckless, but now Ji seed to be even surpassing him.

He bared his teeth, mourning again for the wallet of the Northern Mountain District.

The future wasn't looking too easy...

"How long have you been watching, Old Zhang?" Ji Jue asked as he regained his senses.

"Just got here, just got here!"

Old Zhang waved his fan and evasively added: "Ah, those from the Desert Market really are troubleso."

So it's literally "prickly hands", huh?

"Hey, I just wanted to see you guys in action, you know? How can you grow without facing storms?"

Grow? ? Are you sure?

Ji Jue's expression twitched and he numbly replied: "In my experience, those who face too many storms usually don't grow, they just beco wildly reckless."