Chapter 22: The Three Gangs of the Outer City

Gu Xian cast a deep, inscrutable glance toward Gu Qing atop the high platform, his eyes flickering with a myriad of emotions before dissolving into a series of violent coughs. The void trembled, and two beams of light appeared within the Blood God Palace—one dazzling, one shadowy. The radiant light peeled away from a mysterious yellow tree, exuding waves of karmic power, while the shadowy beam shot forth from a twelve-petaled Red Lotus of Karma, swirling with the forces of time, space, and reincarnation.

"It's just been so long since I last exchanged blows. My hands itched for action—how I miss the feeling of days gone by," the voice echoed with a loneliness impossible to describe. That thing twisted and contorted its body as if boneless, slipping free of its restraints, dodging Bai Fahai’s flying kick, and leaping into the air to break through the encirclement.

With a single move, Leng Bingqing was sent flying, only coming to a wretched halt after crashing into several trees. No sooner had the shout escaped his lips than the direction shifted abruptly; the submachine gun spat fire in a relentless stream, bullets of alarming length penetrating the rear window. The slowest bodyguard’s head was blown apart, leaving the scene steeped in blood.

Ultimately, they settled at sixty million, which, combined with the forty million owed by Hisoka to Kira from their card game, made a perfect hundred million. Ah Zhi was shoved to the ground, lying there like a senseless corpse, face-up as cold r