Stop In The Deep Sea

The Mimics around the square were staring at each other. They could only see vague figures through the blood mist, and were unaware of the specific situation inside.

"Huh? Why is there no movement?"

"No need to ask, Mr. Cheng must have killed Wang Xin." Several people whispered.

In their view, Cheng Ye basically belongs to the human race standing at the top of the pyramid. Even if you look at the entire world, his personal combat power can definitely be ranked on the list.

After a while, the blood mist gradually dissipated.

In the haze, the blurry figure gradually became clear.

"Ah???" There was an exclamation.

The person standing in the field turned out to be——

Wang Xin!

"This... is fake, where is Mr. Cheng?"

"Could it be that Mr. Cheng was killed by Wang Xin..."

"How is that possible! Shut your mouth, Mr. Cheng is a third-level sequence mimic!"

All the men in the Mimicry Alliance looked at each other in shock. Although they did not dare and did not want to believe it, the scene in front of them proved that this was a fact.

Cheng Ye, a famous tycoon of a generation, has come to an end!

Wang Xin sacrificed his arm in exchange for the opponent's life.

At the corner of the street, Wang Xingxian smiled happily and whispered to himself: "At last, my efforts were not in vain."

After saying that, he dodged and escaped into the night.

As a mere stranger, he had never met Wang Xin before, so he had done enough to be able to help.

Therefore, whether Wang Xin can survive later depends on his luck.

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "Kill Wang Xin and avenge Mr. Cheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately echoed: "He is at the end of his strength now. Let's all go together and kill him."

But despite the loud shouting, no one dared to take action rashly.

Although Wang Xin's aura has dissipated and all his mental pressure has disappeared, he is still like a bloodthirsty killing god, frightening everyone present.

From today on, he will definitely be a prominent figure on the youth list of the Deep Sea Base.

After a few minutes, the shouting gradually died down.

In the center of the square, Wang Xin drooped his head, trying hard not to lose consciousness.

Even though he had been mentally prepared just now, it was a bit overbearing to perform the Eight Heavenly Styles with his cultivation at the peak of the Flame Realm, and there might be a risk of exhaustion.

Looking at it now, the previous estimate was still conservative.

His whole body seemed to have been drained dry, and his spiritual energy had dried up to the extreme. According to the speed at which the Disha Raoji Tu absorbed spiritual energy, it would probably take at least two days to fully recover.

The meridians throughout the body were also severely damaged. Even after many years of physical training, he still could not withstand the heavy spiritual energy impact of the eight powerful exercises.

The left arm was covered in blood and flesh, and the broken bones were clearly visible.

There was no pain or any discomfort, just a slight coolness that penetrated my heart, like the evening wind in the cold winter blowing into my bones.

He had the illusion that his left arm was still there, so he subconsciously grabbed it into the void.

The results can be imagined.

It was only then that he truly realized that he had become disabled.

At this moment, he no longer had the high spirits and indomitableness he had during the battle. His head was empty, except for repeating one sentence over and over again: "My left hand is gone... My left hand is gone..."

Immediately afterwards, endless fear surged into my heart. It was the fear of missing limbs and the fear of the confusion of the future.

Your skin and hair is from your parents.

Now that he has lost his left hand, with this incomplete body, is he still qualified to aspire to the pinnacle of martial arts?

How should we face Xiaoyue?

Yes, he was indeed an ancient warrior. In the era of cultivation when human life was as small as a piece of grass, it was common for him to be missing arms and legs.

But he is also an ordinary modern worker!

Living a stable life in peaceful times, even if he practiced ancient martial arts, he still couldn't accept the fact that he had lost his arm.

But when he thought about it, he felt relieved. He only lost an arm, but Cheng Ye lost his life!

Wang Xin tried his best to raise his head and took a hard look around. He suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell down.

Such a simple action took all his strength.

In the distance, a figure walked slowly from the dark night.

This man seemed to have leg problems. He stumbled when he walked, and his posture was very awkward.

The members of the Mimicry Alliance looked back and immediately recognized the man's identity. They all leaned over to greet him and shouted respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Zhou!"

The man took off the cloak on his head, revealing his light gray skin. He turned out to be Zhou Xun.

Since falling into evil ways, Zhou Xun's strength has soared at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few days, he turned out to be one of the famous lords of the Mimicry Alliance and was respectfully called President Zhou.

Oh, now that Cheng Ye is dead, he should be called Eleven Xiao.

Zhou Xun looked at Wang Xin, who couldn't even stand still on the field, and couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, tsk, tsk~ It's true that there is reincarnation in the way of heaven."

"You crippled my leg, but now you have lost the entire arm. Life is so sad."

It is not difficult to hear that there is a hint of ridicule in his tone, and there is also a sense of happiness that a great revenge has been avenged.

Wang Xin's consciousness had begun to become a little blurry. In addition, Zhou Xun's appearance changed drastically after practicing the Poison Sutra, and he didn't even recognize who the other party was.

Holding back the sleepiness that swept over him, Wang Xin moved his body step by step, came to the building on the left, and leaned against the wall.

Only in this way will you not fall.

During this process, Zhou Xun kept crossing his arms, his eyes seemed to be admiring the trapped animal in the cage, or playing with the crickets in the clay pot.

After a while, he seemed to feel that it was no longer interesting, and then he ordered: "Go, tie him up and throw him into my car."

The minions on the side heard this and immediately followed suit.

At this moment, a light suddenly flashed on the wall behind Wang Xin.

The spiritual energy fluctuations visible to the naked eye form a light curtain during the breath, and the ripples spread rapidly in circles.

"Huh? Wall penetration technique?" Zhou Xun was also an ancient warrior and immediately recognized that it was the legendary Qimen Dunjia.

Sure enough, in the halo of the wall, a big hand stretched out, grabbed Wang Xin, pulled him into the ripples, and disappeared instantly.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Mimicry Alliance immediately prepared to step forward to check, but were stopped by Zhou Xun.

"No need to chase."

A member of the tribe was puzzled and asked anxiously: "Mr. Zhou, Wang Xin killed Mr. Cheng. If he was allowed to run away like this, the alliance leader would blame him..."

"It's okay. I'll take the blame from the alliance leader."

Zhou Xun waved his hand and looked at the wall where Wang Xin disappeared. A trace of cruelty flashed between his eyebrows, and the blood vessels kept squirming on his light gray face, like a monster.

"The real pain in this world is not death, but the failure to love." He said to himself.

"There's nothing terrible about death. It's just a moment of pain. I want him to experience what regret is. It's a lifetime of torture."

As he spoke, Zhou Xun took out a photo from his pocket. The girl on it turned out to be...

Dai Xingyue!