He Pi’s entire body was in excruciating pain, and his life force, like a dam breaking, was rapidly draining away.

No!

I am He Pi. I still need to break through to the Eighth Grade. I want to become the City Lord. I can’t possibly die.

I cannot die.

He Pi began to heal himself, even stuffing a handful of pills into his mouth.

The voices from the outside world could no longer reach He Pi.

...

He Pi was terrified.

But to others, it was simply unbelievable.

Gong Ling!

A Martial Artist who only reached the Sixth Grade through mysterious refinement actually attacked a Seventh Grade Martial Artist.

Who could believe it?

Not just the alien races, even Liu Yizhou and the others were full of shock.

It defied reason.

In theory, one should pick on the weaker ones.

A Seventh Grade, and not even the weakest among Seventh Grades, clearly does not fall into the category of an easy target.

A group of Sixth Grades looked at each other in disbelief.

Especially the Sixth Grades of the Palm Eye Race, each of them terrified, all thinking the next arrow might be shot at them, since the Palm Eye Race has poor defense power.

But who would have thought, the unfortunate ones would be the Yangxiang Race.

It was a Seventh Grade.

"Are you bullying our Yangxiang Race because we have no one?"

Mo Kai was so furious that his fur stood on end.

This was too much.

This was too much indeed.

In your eyes, is our Seventh Grade of the Yangxiang Race so weak?

"He Pi, are you okay?"

Yangxiang Race.

City Lord Hei Qi immediately asked.

He wanted to go and help, but unfortunately, he was being tightly suppressed by a Vice Admiral of the human race and couldn’t leave at all.

Splurt!

"I... I’m okay... splurt..."

He Pi spat out blood from his mouth, but he didn’t seem to be in any life-threatening danger.

After all, he was a Seventh Grade.

Although his weak point was breached, it wasn’t going to be so easy to die.

Everyone in the Yangxiang Race sighed with relief.

The Grandmasters of the Sixth Grade felt as if they had survived a calamity.

Although He Pi didn’t die, this one arrow pierced through him, showing the power of this shot.

He’s alive because he’s a Seventh Grade.

If it had pierced through them instead?

Would they survive?

The chances are slim.

"Gong Ling, don’t be discouraged. You’ve already succeeded by crippling his martial arts!"

Su Yue felt a bit of regret seeing that He Pi hadn’t died.

But what Gong Ling did was already enough.

Killing a Seventh Grade wouldn’t be that easy.

Wang Lu Feng and the others also watched He Pi intently.

Such regret.

If they could have slain a Seventh Grade, they would have another significant achievement recorded on their ledger.

Chen Yuhui was dumbfounded by these monstrosities.

This... were they just about to kill a Seventh Grade?

Things were getting a bit out of control; if he insisted on capturing these little ones now, would they even try to kill him too?

Am I, this forerunner, just going to die on the beach like this?

Why do I feel somewhat unable to process this?

Meng Yang and Bai Xiaolong exchanged a glance, seeing astonishment in each other’s eyes, and indeed, a bit of inferiority.

It was true inferiority.

As graduation loomed, if they encountered a Grandmaster, they could only flee like dogs, not even certain to escape.

But Su Yue and the others were actually slaughtering Grandmasters.

It’s fine slaughtering Sixth Grades.

Dammit, they were actually slaughtering Seventh Grades.

"Don’t worry, I’m not discouraged!"

"This Seventh Grade from the Yangxiang Race is already dead!"

Gong Ling put away the mysterious bow and smiled calmly.

A subdued smile, yet it was filled with unparalleled confidence.

Su Yue was taken aback.

Then, he suddenly looked into the distance.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The arrow shot by Gong Ling had first pierced through He Pi, but no one noticed that the arrow eventually lodged into an old six-story building.

The residents of the old building had long been evacuated. Under the tremors and powerful winds, all the glass shattered, and various pipes exploded.

And at this moment, the whole building began to rumble.

Subsequently, the steel-reinforced concrete walls started to collapse.

No.

Not collapsing, but floating.

The shattered wall fragments floated mid-air.

Everyone watched the old building, wide-eyed.

Within seconds, half of the building’s concrete was ripped out. Then, the debris gathered in the air to form a giant cone.

From afar, it looked like the tip of a brush.

At this point, the six-story residential building looked like a wrecked mass with skewed and twisted steel bars protruding.

People fixed their eyes on the cone, guessing that it was Gong Ling’s handiwork.

Indeed.

In the large cone, Martial Artists could still sense the prior arrow.

And the cone’s target was He Pi, who was healing himself.

He was utterly paralyzed with shock.

What kind of joke was this?

After piercing through him, it clearly should have ended, so why was it coming back?

Returning was one thing, but why did it gather into such a terrifying object!

"The first style of the Mysterious Bow, Fixed Celestial Gang... Fall!"

Gong Ling’s lips parted lightly, his tone calm.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The cone shook and plummeted straight towards He Pi.

No one could stop it.

The Ninth Grades of the alien races were suppressed, and the Sixth and Seventh Grades dared not approach.

The Eighth Grades of the enemy, similarly, were seething under the suppression of the Vice Admirals.

"He Pi, escape!"

Mo Kai shouted shrilly.

Mo Kai’s reminder wasn’t needed; He Pi was already trying to flee the first moment he could.

Being the target of the Fixed Celestial Gang, he knew the danger better than anyone else—far more dangerous than the previous arrow.

No.

This was still that same arrow.

Whoosh!

He Pi burned his life essence, fleeing desperately, his speed so fast that he seemed to turn into a shadow.

However, under the Fixed Celestial Gang, no soul would survive.

He Pi fled swiftly, but the Fixed Celestial Gang locked onto his escape route.

Crack!

Crack!

He Pi could only watch as the concrete cone slammed towards him, having no strength left to resist.

Thus, the cylindrical mass crushed into He Pi’s wound.