At that, the two n spoke in unison, "So, we don't actually need to bother doing anything. All we have to do is wait until he's done collecting, kill him! Take his resources! Then leave the 'Heavenly God Trial'!"
"This haul alone is worth the price of admission."
Hearing the two n chi in together, the bald guy at the head showed a hint of contemplation on his face. After a mont, he rubbed his shiny do like a lightbulb, breaking into a vicious grin. "Exactly! That's what I was thinking!"
"Kill him! Snatch all the resources he's hoarded!"
Seeing this, the pink-haired pirate 'ra' was clearly tempted too. But even so, she hesitated for a mont before asking, "So when do we make our move?"
The two n looked straight at her and replied, "Once he becos 'Northwest King'—that's when."
"We kill him, loot his stuff, and bounce!"
When 'ra' heard this, her honey-colored face broke into an excited grin as well. "Deal. That way, even if he's got tricks up his sleeve or so big shot backing him, he won't have ti to react."
"We'll just head back to the 'Northern Territory'. By then, no one will be able to find us anyway!"
Aside from the bald guy, Sindor, and the four-person ra crew—
In the Cataclysm zone outside the Sixth Sanctuary, in Arid Mountain City, inside a luxurious estate—
The once noisy estate was now eerily silent, awash in rivers of blood.
A man built like a fortress, and a child in a kid's suit with hands in his pockets, were standing among the carnage, both faces utterly nonchalant at the mountain of corpses before them.
The little boy said, "Old Hei, burn the bodies."
The man looked a little slow-witted. He asked in a dopey tone, "How well-done you want them burned?"
The boy shot him a glare. "To ash."
Hearing that, the man grunted an "oh", then plugged his left nostril with one hand. Suddenly, his whole upper body swelled up like he was praying for power!
The next second, he blew his nose with all his might—as if clearing snot. A deep roar erupted, and a blast of crimson fla spewed from his nostril like a howling gust!
The fire seed to have a life of its own, twisting and coiling into a fire dragon that rampaged through the estate, its searing heat warping the air all around.
And in that blazing inferno, the suited boy kept his hands in his pockets, looking cool as ever. He said, "Once they're torched, we'll head to the 'Seventh Sanctuary' and check out that Qiu Tu kicking up all the chaos."
Hearing this, the man—built like a fortress—rumbled in his slow voice, "How we getting there?"
The boy's forehead pulsed with veins. "We walk."
The big guy said, honest as ever, "Okay."
Their conversation was a bit off—like the man was missing a few brain cells, and the boy sounded permanently pissed off....
Aside from this duo—the fortress and the child—the other 'contestants' in the 'Northwestern Region'—
All started paying a little, or a lot, of attention to Qiu Tu.
In the dense jungle, a naked woman with hair like vines and a slim body—curvy in all the right places—slowly peered out from the trees....
In the icy waters of the Fengjiang River, a man lded completely with the current, his body splitting into thousands....
Atop a high mountain, an old man who looked utterly ordinary tottered down the slope, gripping a cane....
...
anwhile, as all the 'Heavenly God Candidates' in the 'Northwestern Region' were watching Qiu Tu—
Qiu Tu himself was holed up in the Eighth Sanctuary, in talks with Tang Wanli and Rao Shou.
Even though the Eighth Sanctuary was Qiu Tu's ho turf, and Rao Shou and Tang Wanli had always treated him well, the fact was... Qiu Tu hadn't actually t them that many tis.
Still, all three were savvy as hell, so even as strangers, they acted unbelievably tight.
This ti, the reason Qiu Tu ca to et these two big shots in person was because the Sixth and Ninth Sanctuaries were already unified—if he wanted the 'Northwest King' crown, the only thing left was the Eighth Sanctuary.
But here's the thing—it wasn't just one or two people who'd figured out what Qiu Tu was after.
So, before Qiu Tu even opened his mouth, Rao Shou and Tang Wanli exchanged a glance, then spoke up on their own. "Qiu Tu. Fei Yatou already clued us in on why you're here."
He paused, then added, "And yeah, that includes your whole 'hatching eggs with soone else's chicken' sche."
With his sharp gaze locked on Qiu Tu, he continued, "In principle... we agree."
Qiu Tu's expression grew a shade more serious, waiting for the rest of Rao Shou's thought.
But then, one second, two, three… Rao Shou didn't follow up.
Qiu Tu, seeing this, virtually sprouted a question mark over his head: ?
He asked, "'In principle we agree'—which is... a roundabout way of saying you don't, right?"
Hearing that, Rao Shou grinned. "Theoretically, yeah."
"But... that doesn't apply to you. Because you are our principle—"
Qiu Tu was taken aback. He looked at Rao Shou.
Rao Shou sat there, saying calmly, "Old Tang and I watched you grow up, every step of the way."
"If we claid we were a huge help, that'd be just patting ourselves on the back."
"Still, we really did give you a lot of freedom, tolerance, and support."
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