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Baal clicked his tongue in his mind and commented sharply, "With your current strength, you have less than a 10% chance of winning against Liu Xiao, who has been empowered by Astaroth."

"I know."

"Then why did you go?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to watch a play? The audience remains silent."

Baal let out a strange laugh: "Alright, Lord Baal won't say anything, I'll give you one last hint."

"Rage can't burn through that defense, but emotions can."

"What Astaroth fears most has never been power itself."

After saying this, Baal fell silent, confident that the clever child would understand his meaning.

If you still don't understand? Hehehe, then hand your body over to Lord Baal to solve.

Chen Guan's grip on the sickle tightened slightly.

He looked up and saw that the six-winged phantom was rapidly coalescing, and they didn't have much time left.

"Let's do it."

An Changqing's voice fell.

Long Ao was the first to rush out, his feet leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the ground beneath his feet. His figure tore through the invisible shackles formed by divine power, and with an indomitable roar, he charged straight toward Liu Xiao, who was kneeling on the ground.

Red Kite followed closely behind, its giant axe slicing through the ground and sparks flying as it flanked from another direction.

Liu Feiyu formed a hand seal, and water vapor condensed around his body.

Liu Chengjun bit his lip, the blood inside burning, and flames spread from his fingertips, licking the scarlet runes at his feet.

Chen Guan, gripping his sickle, silently disappeared from everyone's sight.

High in the sky, the gaze of that six-winged phantom was cast down once again.

This time, He did not see the submission of ants.

It was an attack by ants.

The courage is commendable, but that's all.

Long Ao's fist slammed into that invisible barrier, and the shockwave shattered the ground beneath his feet, yet the pale purple barrier didn't even ripple.

Liu Xiao stood up from his kneeling position, put his hands in his pockets, and wore a condescending smile.

"Come on, Long Ao! That punch of yours wasn't even enough to tickle me."

Hong Yuan's giant axe cleaved from the side, carrying a sharpness capable of cutting through steel bars, but was repelled by a repulsive force three feet away from Liu Xiao. The enormous recoil made her arms go numb and she staggered backward.

Long Ao suddenly erupted again, this time unleashing a series of dense punches from the sheer power and speed of his physical body, striking Liu Xiao's side.

Each punch was accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, each punch was imbued with all his rage.

The force of the punch grazed the hem of Liu Xiao's clothes, but it never managed to touch his body.

"it's useless."

A purple wave of energy shot out from Liu Xiao's fingertip and struck Long Ao squarely in the chest.

Long Ao was sent flying backward, crashing through the two broken maze walls behind him with a dull cracking sound.

"Dragon Pride!"

Hongyuan called out urgently, but dared not be distracted, because Liu Xiao's gaze had already turned to her.

"No rush, one at a time."

Liu Xiao drew a circle in the air with his finger, and the purple barrier expanded outward, pushing the approaching red kite even further away.

"The angrier you are, the faster the one above will coalesce. I've told you this countless times, why won't you listen?"

"Because they don't need to listen to you."

Liu Feiyu's voice came from behind, his hands still in the hand seal posture, white frost spreading along the blood-red magic circle on the ground.

The crimson runes flickered under the erosion of the frost, and the speed at which the six-winged phantom above condensed slowed down to the naked eye.

Liu Xiao finally turned around and looked at his younger brother, his smile fading slightly.

"Feiyu, you're wasting your time."

"Whether it's a waste of time or not, you'll only know after you try."

Liu Feiyu's forehead was covered in sweat. Maintaining this spell was far beyond his limits, but he did not stop.

"Second brother, do you remember when you taught me how to fold paper airplanes when we were little?"

Liu Xiao paused for a moment.

"You said back then that you chose the name Feiyu because you hoped I could fly high and far."

"Shut up."

Liu Xiao's tone was no longer calm and playful, but revealed a hint of irritability.

Liu Chengjun's voice interrupted from another direction: "Second brother, you..."

"You should shut up even more."

Liu Xiao frowned, and the purple light of the barrier became even more intense.

"Father, brother, younger brother, these words are just shackles to me. Lord Astaroth made me see the true nature of it all."

"Blood ties are a biological coincidence, and kinship is an illusion for the weak to find solace in each other."

He looked up at the six-winged phantom that was coalescing and murmured, "Let it all end."

"Let it all end, whether it's tender or ugly."

At the very moment he looked up.

The Cathay Grand Theatre, which had been abandoned for many years, suddenly underwent a strange transformation.

Something was seeping from its walls, something was gushing from the cracks in the floor, and something was permeating the air.

It is resentment.

It is hatred.

It is all the resentment and sorrow that have happened here over the decades.

The fervor on Liu Xiao's face faded for the first time.

He lowered his head and looked at the spreading black mist at his feet, his pupils suddenly constricting.

The source of the black fog was a corner of the stage.

Chen Guan appeared there at some unknown time, holding a black scythe in one hand. Visible black energy was wrapped around the blade of the scythe, and within the energy were countless distorted faces, each one screaming silently.

--grudge.

"What are you doing?!"

For the first time, Liu Xiao's voice lost its composure; he could sense the nature of that power.

That power was completely different from superpowers; it was an energy form that he could not absorb or transform.

Those are primal emotions, the most fundamental negative emotions of humankind.

Chen Guan began, "This theater was built in 1923. It has experienced war and catastrophe, people have died and bodies have been buried here."

"The resentment you've accumulated over the decades is enough to give you a hard time."

It was Baal's words that reminded him, prompting Chen Guan to activate this skill he had never used before.

As resentment is activated, negative emotions are flooding his consciousness.

Some people were crying in his ear, and some were roaring behind him.

Once, right here, some died in a fire, some fell victim to gunfire, and some starved to death in the storage room beneath this stage.

Every bit of pain from the past is trying to assimilate his thinking.

His sanity was being eroded, but he did not stop. He raised his scythe high, and black energy condensed on the blade into a crescent-shaped slash, which he then cleaved down toward Liu Xiao.

Liu Xiao instinctively activated the barrier.

The seemingly indestructible purple barrier emitted a piercing shriek the moment the black slash touched it.

"impossible!"

Liu Xiao took a step back, staring incredulously at the clear crack on the barrier.

Above, the gaze of the six-winged phantom descended once more, this time with a clear look of disgust.

Baal's voice rang out again deep within Chen Guan's consciousness, completely forgetting his earlier words of no more speaking, dispelling some of his delirium, and his tone became unusually serious.