The Unruly Immortals

"Go to hell." Qing Wanglai's words echoed in everyone's ears, shocking everyone inside the room.

Everyone present looked at Qing Wanglai in disbelief, unable to comprehend what kind of thinking led him to say such words, including Li Huowang.

"Damn it!" Ba Nanxu took a harsh drag from his cigarette and prepared to pull the trigger, but Zhao Shuangdian's finger reached in, blocking the trigger.

"Don't rush, let him finish." Despite the absurdity of the situation, Zhao Shuangdian remained very calm.

Looking at Li Huowang in front of him, Qing Wanglai continued, "I need you to die because I need the projections on both sides to collapse back simultaneously."

"I'm different from you; I see more than you do. You've only connected to another layer of projection, but I've made this decision through some means with the real me. It's the only way."

Li Huowang's eyes trembled as he blinked, saying to Qing Wanglai, "All projections? In your eyes, not only us but even Fate Commander is merely one side's projection? You're going to destroy everything? All of this just for your plan?"

"Yes." Qing Wanglai nodded calmly.

"Li Huowang, I know you're sensible. I believe you surely understand the importance of this matter, and you can see your sacrifice is necessary."

Li Huowang looked at the young man in front of him with a very unfamiliar gaze, as if meeting him for the first time.

With a smile, Qing Wanglai extended his hand and encouragingly patted Li Huowang's shoulder, "Don't worry, I know what you're afraid of, but this death is not the end, it's just a new beginning."

"We are just projections, not as important as you think."

"Projections can be re-cast anytime; once we get through this difficulty, the real us will be better than we are now!"

Looking at Qing Wanglai in front of him, Li Huowang's mouth slowly opened, "Madman! Lunatic!"

At this moment, Li Huowang finally realized what kind of person Qing Wanglai really was. He was a lunatic to the extreme! This guy had always been a madman!

Mentioning that Li Huowang actually described him this way, a flash of disappointment appeared in Qing Wanglai's eyes, "Li Huowang, you've let me down too much. I thought seeing what we were about to face, you would understand my thoughts and become my ally."

Li Huowang opened his mouth to explain something, but then lowered his head and shook it lifelessly.

He had lost the desire to communicate with Qing Wanglai; talking to a madman is futile, never expect to change a madman's worldview through language.

"Qing Wanglai, Da Nuo is crazy, I know, but I really didn't know, even the one who controls the secret Heavenly Dao, San Qing, is also crazy. It's fine for you to be crazy, but I can't go crazy with you. When the sky falls, someone always has to hold it up."

Li Huowang's hand slowly reached behind him, silently gripping the military knife strapped to his back.

"You have no tolerance for people with different understandings from you? People with different views and cognitions must be labeled as mentally ill? If I'm a madman in your eyes, then what are you in the eyes of the public?"

"If I'm a madman, then aren't you all?"

Qing Wanglai turned around and pointed at everyone with his finger.

"If according to your standards, I'm mad, then all of you are mad too! You're all mentally ill!"

Hearing this, Ba Nanxu furrowed his brow and turned to Zhao Shuangdian, who was continuously typing on the keyboard, saying, "Hey, I can't take this anymore, let's just kill him."

At that moment, Li Huowang leaned forward, and as his body exerted force sharply, the wounds which had just stopped bleeding burst open again.

The military knife in his hand, covered in blood scabs, directly swung towards Qing Wanglai's waist, clearly aiming to dismember Qing Wanglai.

San Qing had already gone completely mad and wanted to kill everyone. So, he must kill him and seize the Heavenly Dao from him! Only then can it be maximized!

Under Li Huowang's watchful eye, he saw his military knife chop down fiercely on Qing Wanglai's waist.

But to his surprise, the expected scene of blood splattering did not occur; instead, a crisp collision sound came from the spot where the knife hit. "Clang～!"

Under the torn clothing, a black Bulletproof Vest was revealed.

Li Huowang hesitated not at all, and with a twist of the wrist, the sharp blade slashed towards Qing Wanglai's neck.

"Nana! Shoot! Blast his head open!!"

Yang Na behind him fired without hesitation, but during this moment, it was enough time for Qing Wanglai to react.

The moment the gunfire rang out, Qing Wanglai, who had preemptively turned his head, directly reached out, grabbed Li Huowang's wrist holding the military knife, and fiercely pulled to the left, pressing the cold gun muzzle against Li Huowang's temple.

"Don't move!"

For a moment, the three guns formed a triangle; no one dared to make the first move, fearing the others would be provoked and pull the trigger.

Qing Wanglai lowered his head to look at the heavily wounded Li Huowang, the smile on his face returning, "Don't move rashly, you don't have much blood left. I calculated to come when you were severely injured; if you were in a normal state, I really would've been afraid of falling into your hands by accident."

With a "bang," the large door behind Qing Wanglai was kicked open. A man wrapped in explosives, wearing reflective glasses, came in, gripping a trigger in one hand and swiping his phone with the other as the phone screen emitted loud game music.

"Don't move, if anyone dares move, I'll blow up this shit place, and we'll all go down together."

Seeing the bundles of explosives on him, the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense, and even Zhao Shuangdian's keyboard clattering sound disappeared.

Zhao Shuangdian seriously looked at Qing Wanglai and said, "Qing Wanglai, do you think it's appropriate to have internal strife depleting our strengths on the eve of a major battle?"

Qing Wanglai shrugged, "Why not? Do you think without internal strife and with us united, we can defeat such an existence? Stop dreaming, you don't even really know what we're up against, right Li Huowang?"

"You know, if converted to projection time, that existence reaching our real world should only have eight days left."

Qing Wanglai put away his signature smile and seriously scanned every person's face.

"We now only have eight days left, just eight days, not a day more."

"We don't have time to wait. If my plan doesn't succeed within the eight days, not only will both sides' projections disappear, but the real us will also cease to exist."

"Since the ending is already predestined, what's the difference if we collapse the projection eight days earlier? Comparing two evils, choose the lesser. At least this way we can save the real us."