The Unruly Immortals

The tension in the room was palpable; Qing Wanglai's gun against Li Huowang's temple was partly to blame, but his words carried an even greater weight.

"Eight days?" Held hostage by Qing Wanglai, the number flashed through Li Huowang's mind. "Is that when Fusheng Heaven and White Jade Capital overlap?"

In eight days, would they face Fusheng Heaven? Li Huowang's heart began to race.

There was no time to do anything in just eight days; against the formidable Fusheng Heaven, they'd simply be waiting to die.

"No, it's more terrifying than you see. Don't forget, the Fusheng Heaven you speak of is just the first projection of that entity. Do you know what its projection in this world would be like?"

Hearing Qing Wanglai's words, Li Huowang's emotions quickly calmed down; he had become somewhat numb after going through so much.

Moreover, he hadn't forgotten that this was a message from Qing Wanglai. "Ha... I don't believe it! You might be exaggerating. It's all based on your word being true."

"What? You don't believe me? Do you still think I'm mentally ill? A lunatic?" Qing Wanglai tilted his head slightly, the reflection covering his frameless glasses, hiding his eyes.

"Believe you? Why would I believe you? Since you stole the Lies Heavenly Dao, I haven't believed a word from your mouth!"

Though the tone grew increasingly severe, Li Huowang's eyes appeared exceptionally calm.

Once communication with Qing Wanglai was entirely ruled out, the next actions became simple.

Right now, all he needed was one thing: kill him and seize his heavenly dao! As for whether Fusheng Heaven would arrive in eight days, he had to see for himself in White Jade Capital!

Feeling the cold at his temple, Li Huowang understood Qing Wanglai was indeed capable of action. In his current poor physical state, he had to find a way to escape this passive situation.

Qing Wanglai was insane; he could let the situation spiral out of control at any moment.

At this moment, Zhao Shuangdian's voice came through. "Qing Wanglai, don't rush; perhaps things aren't yet as dire as you say."

"First, tell me how you determined there's eight days left? What observation method did you use?"

Qing Wanglai didn't immediately answer but looked at Zhao Shuangdian with a playful expression, also glancing at the computer she held.

"Do you really think you can calculate it? Do you truly believe that just by placing a computer there, tapping on the keyboard with your fingers, you can prove your worth?"

"Stop fooling yourself; all your calculations amount to child's play. You've long gone mad, yet you always think you can explain it all!"

"What's the outcome of your years of calculation, besides posturing?"

"Have you been to an asylum? Seen those trying to prove the Grand Unified Theory, surpass Einstein? In essence, you're no different from them."

During Qing Wanglai's conversation, Li Huowang continued seeking an escape opportunity, but the situation was immensely unfavorable as the gun pressed close to his temple.

At this moment, Li Huowang and Yang Na exchanged glances.

Seeing Yang Na's increasingly anxious look, Li Huowang immediately understood her intentions and stopped her reckless move with a gaze.

Li Huowang signaled her to step back, away from the explosion range on Touzi's body.

Meanwhile, Zhao Shuangdian and Qing Wanglai's conversation carried on. Zhao Shuangdian, arms crossed, had lifted her hands from the keyboard.

"Qing Wanglai, are you so certain? Do you truly understand everything about me? Isn't it possible that I genuinely calculated something with my methods?"

"You know things I don't, which is normal, but maybe there are also things I haven't revealed to you."

"Don't go to extremes; for our mutual benefit, how about we exchange information?"

Qing Wanglai slowly shook his head with a smile. If his previous gestures appeared somewhat charming, his bleeding ear hole now gave his expression a sinister edge.

"Stop bluffing; you won't get anything from me. You merely know I took action against those incapable of living independently; you only know because I let you know."

Under their conversation, Li Huowang focused on Touzi and the bombs on him.

Feeling Li Huowang's gaze, Touzi focused entirely on his mobile game and turned to meet Li Huowang's eyes.

Facing the one who had entangled with him for long yet refused to die and ended up mixed with the new Fate Commander, Touzi.

After serious consideration, Li Huowang looked at him and subtly raised his brow.

Touzi clearly noticed Li Huowang's gesture, and his reflective sunglasses slipped, revealing sharp triangular eyes.

Two seconds later, he flashed a slight smile and raised his eyebrow at Li Huowang.

In that instant, Li Huowang shouted at Touzi, "Touzi! Now's the time! Take action!"

Touzi paused slightly, evidently not clear on Li Huowang's intent.

He didn't move, but Qing Wanglai immediately aimed his gun at Touzi.

Seeing this, Li Huowang knew he had gambled correctly; unable to trust Touzi would align with him, he figured Qing Wanglai wouldn't trust him either!

As Qing Wanglai moved the gun from Li Huowang's temple, Li Huowang suddenly ducked and then thrust his head back, his skull smashing into Qing Wanglai's nose.

With Qing Wanglai's nose bleeding profusely, Li Huowang's hand holding the dagger swung violently, stabbing it deep into Qing Wanglai's neck.

As hot blood sprayed over Li Huowang, Ba Nanxu hurried over, kicking Qing Wanglai's gun out of hand, instantly reversing the situation.

The young man in reflective sunglasses stood stunned, watching the chaos unfold. He asked Li Huowang, "Aren't you afraid we'll both perish?"

Li Huowang, holding the bloodied knife, looked at him, "If the Prime Minister said that, I'd believe it; but you're Touzi, and I don't."

"Qing Wanglai should never have partnered with you; I know Oblivion Path too well, resorting to direct violence isn't our style."

After speaking, Li Huowang ignored Touzi and looked at Qing Wanglai, clutching his neck on the floor. He reached over, tearing off his clothes and then his bulletproof vest.

"What are you doing? He's nearly dead." Wu Qi, unable to bear the sight of a former ally, asked.

Li Huowang, drenched in blood, looked at Qing Wanglai, a bloodthirsty glint in his eye, and plunged a knife into Qing Wanglai's chest, then sliced down sharply.

"That's still not enough! Don't forget he possesses several heavenly daos! Let's consume him!"