above the galaxy

Chapter 649 Below the Grandmaster, all are ants!

No objection.

I dare not have any opinion.

Every member of the special operations team that Jia Jun was able to bring out to carry out secret missions was one of his trusted confidants and loyal followers.

However, when faced with Little Fatty's unreasonable and domineering hammer, their loyalty instantly vanished to zero.

To avenge the boss?
Do we even deserve it?

What's the difference between this and the Nine-Headed Insect ordering Benboerba to kill all four members of Tang Sanzang's group?
Shake his head.

He shook his head frantically.

They were so frightened they couldn't even speak.

"Silence means you agree."

Little Fatty spoke up.

He looked at Bi Qingqiu and Ye Shuhua and said, "Let's go."

"Where to?" Bi Qingqiu swallowed hard and asked in a low voice.

He knew the chubby boy had come to pick him up, but the boy was far too powerful. He dispatched everyone around him with a single blow, even turning his longtime partner, the city's garrison general Jia Jun, into a bloody pulp.
The elderly couple were so shocked that they were so afraid that they forgot the pain of losing their dear friend.

"Let's go home." The chubby boy smiled憨厚ly.

Come back home?

What warm and familiar words!

A warm feeling welled up in Bi Qingqiu and Ye Shuhua's hearts.

Although the process of surrendering to the bandits and the righteous army was full of hardships and unease, and even some anger and humiliation.

However, they kept their word and did indeed do what they promised.

Bi Qingqiu knew that she had obeyed their orders and transmitted the data, and the Luo City defense shield had been removed.

They can completely give up on themselves, just like chess players consciously sacrifice some useless pieces.

Both he and his wife were prepared for this.

However, the Tang bandits sent someone, and it was their own younger brother who did it.
I can't help but ask myself, are we worth it?
If it were Shen Wuxiang, would he be willing to take such a risk?
the answer is negative.

Perhaps, Shen Wuxiang is truly no match for them?
Can the rebel army truly seize the world?

"Where is my son? Where is he?" Ye Shuhua asked urgently.

Everything they did was for their son's safety; only when their son was safe could they truly feel at ease.

Although Bi Qingqiu felt that this question was unnecessary.

They didn't even give up on the elderly couple, so why would they make things difficult for their own child?

"He's doing well. We'll take you back home for a family reunion."

"Thank you." Ye Shuhua's eyes welled up with tears, and she choked out, "Thank you all."

Escaping death, going from hell to heaven, the psychological gap is just too big.

Such a shock of extreme sorrow and joy made me unable to hold back my tears.

"Why are you crying? Stop crying. This is a good thing."

Bi Qingqiu offered words of comfort.

Glancing at the minced meat on the ground, his old friend was nowhere to be seen.
I couldn't even bring myself to say goodbye.

Just as the group was about to leave, the world suddenly went silent.

It was a strange feeling; the sky was still bright, and the sun was still dazzling.

But when the wind stopped, the grape leaves that had been swaying in the breeze also fell silent.

The bee landed on a wildflower and forgot to collect nectar, while the dragonfly remained suspended in the air, flapping its wings.

Tears froze on Ye Shuhua's face, like a piece of transparent jade that had grown there.

Bi Qingqiu was about to reach out to help his wife up and offer her comfort.
But my hand froze halfway through its reach.

The world has become a vast, intricate, yet lifeless surrealist painting.

All the colors remain vibrant, and all the shapes remain clear.

But that 'breath' of the living world was completely drained away.

Only absolute, maddening silence and stillness remained. Only one person was still able to move: the chubby boy wielding the skull hammer.

His chubby face was slightly red, and it was somewhat distorted and contorted from exerting too much force.

He strained to lift his head, gazing up at the white figure suspended high in the sky.

The silver mask on his face shone with a cold, almost blinding gleam under the light.

Shen Xinglan!
Xiao Pang was no stranger to Shen Xinglan; his name was constantly on their lips when they first arrived at Xinxing.

A prodigy of heaven, a martial arts genius, and the number one on the Star Ranking.
Every word of praise can be used to describe him.

But Little Fatty didn't like him because he actually wanted to steal his brother's sister-in-law.

As his brother's true identity was revealed, he became even more filled with hatred for Shen Xinglan.

His family killed his brother's family, therefore, he was his enemy.
He likes the same person his brother likes.

He hates the people his brother hates even more.

But wasn't he beaten and crippled by his brother a while ago and then taken back by Shen Wuxiang to recuperate?
How did I suddenly end up here?

Moreover, how could his strength be so formidable?
So powerful that even I couldn't muster the will to resist.

Little Fatty had never actually fought Shen Xinglan, but he had fought his older brother.
Although she always gets beaten up by her older brother, Shen Xinglan is no exception.

He was able to judge Shen Xinglan's true strength from his elder brother's actions.

Junior Grandmaster?
It's not like we haven't smashed it before.

What's going on now?
His body was frozen in place, and even the simple act of raising his head made him blush with embarrassment.

"I don't agree!"

Little Fatty wanted to swing the hammer.

His arms felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't lift them at all.

Shen Xinglan's gaze fell on the chubby boy's face.

He sighed softly and said, "What a pity, it's not him."

If only they were Tang bandits.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

After they learned of Bi Qingqiu's hiding place, they sent Jia Jun with his men to find it.

He followed Jia Jun silently.

He knew that if the Tang bandits wanted to take Bi Qingqiu away, they would definitely send experts to support them.

He hoped it was Tang Fei, but he never expected it to be Tang Fei's younger brother.

Little Fatty heard Shen Xinglan's words and tried to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Moreover, his feet slowly sank under the heavy pressure.

They left huge footprints in the grass, and then their calves sank in.
He was drenched in sweat.

Little Fatty is like a balloon being squeezed in the palm of a hand, or a live shrimp being thrown into a frying pan.

It could explode at any time.

He remembered the story his elder brother had told him. His brother said that he couldn't draw his sword in front of the Grandmaster Xuanyuan Mingjing. When he infiltrated the palace to assassinate Shen Leyou, another Grandmaster, Zhong Daoling, locked his aura, rendering him unable to move. The sound of the bell on Bailu Mountain gave him a sliver of hope.
The elder brother also said that in front of a grandmaster, they are all lambs to the slaughter.

Why does he have that feeling now? That feeling when facing a grandmaster?

Could it be that Shen Xinglan has also become a Grandmaster?
A storm brewed in Little Fatty's heart.

He wasn't worried about himself; he was worried about his older brother.
How can this be?

Shen Xinglan ignored the little fat boy's desperate struggles and resistance because he felt it was pointless.

Below the level of a grandmaster, all are but ants.

He brandished his longsword and said coldly:

"Because you're his brother."

chap!
Cut out with one sword.

Heaven and earth faded.

(End of this chapter)