"Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Above the heavens, Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out, as if it came from the ninth heaven.
Lu Ziming and the others all had solemn expressions; the situation had completely reversed at this moment.
They looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
No one expected that a mere third-tier spirit master could summon such terrifying monsters one after another.
"Fang Xiu, I don't think we need to turn against each other. After all, we're both in the same boat, and our goal is to leave this place. We should cooperate sincerely." The middle-aged, round man who had been talking about girls all along chuckled dryly.
“Yes, yes, cooperation leads to mutual benefit. We were indeed impetuous before. We didn’t know you had such abilities. Why don’t we join forces to make money and try to leave the burial ground as soon as possible?” The man with the pointed mouth and monkey cheeks chimed in.
"Cooperation?" Fang Xiu stared indifferently at the crowd, finding their initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness rather uninteresting.
"Who do you think you are, to even talk to me about cooperation?"
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions immediately turned ugly; the contempt in Fang Xiu's words stung them.
"Fang Xiu! You don't really think we're afraid of you, do you? We're only cooperating with you to avoid unnecessary conflict and wasting our spiritual energy."
"That's right, Fang Xiu. I advise you not to act rashly. The current situation is that cooperation will benefit both sides, while division will result in mutual loss. I admit that you are very strong, but do you really think you can defeat all of us by yourself?"
The best outcome would be mutual destruction, but in the burial ground, mutual destruction is tantamount to slow suicide. In the end, no one will be able to resist the strange invasion, and everyone will die.
The crowd wasn't lying. They had originally intended to use their numbers to their advantage to control Fang Xiu, but when they suddenly realized that Fang Xiu possessed the power to rival them, they dared not make any rash moves.
Even if they win, many people will be injured or killed, and the remaining people will lose a great deal of spirituality.
Even if they could survive in the burial ground with their savings, all their previous efforts and savings would be gone in an instant, and the prospect of raising 100 million ghost money and escaping the burial ground would become a distant dream.
This is not the situation they want to see.
However, even if they wanted to compromise, they had to ask Fang Xiu if he would agree.
Fang Xiu slowly shook his head: "It seems you haven't realized that you and I have never been on equal footing from the beginning. Whether it's war or peace, your word doesn't count; only mine does."
"Arrogant!"
Lu Ziming and the others were instantly enraged.
"Fang Xiu, don't be so stubborn! I'll just not ask for your compensation." Lu Ziming said angrily.
"Compensation?" Fang Xiu burst into laughter upon hearing this, with raging black flames rising from his body, his silver hair flowing like a waterfall, and his eyes burning with bloodlust.
He stared at Lu Ziming with his black and red eyes, his gaze filled with violence and mockery.
"Hehehe... You mere stray dog, a bedbug surviving in a stinking ditch, dare to ask me for compensation? You're not worthy!!"
A terrifying, sinister laugh echoed throughout the entire venue.
Rumble—!
The Taotie moved.
That enormous, rotting flesh hand, capable of blotting out the sky, descended from the heavens with indescribable murmurs, and slammed down on the crowd.
The surrounding air exploded layer by layer under this giant hand, producing terrifying and deafening roars!
Before the hand even arrived, the intense wind pressure had already cracked the earth.
Everyone's expression changed drastically in an instant; no one had expected that Fang Xiu would actually dare to make a move.
He single-handedly declared war on all the spirit masters in the burial ground!
boom!
The giant, rotting flesh hand slammed down, and the ground trembled violently as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.
Lu Ziming and the others turned into afterimages as they scrambled to avoid the danger.
"Fang Xiu! You're insane! You actually dared to make a move! Aren't you afraid of a lose-lose situation, with everyone dying in the burial ground?" Lu Ziming roared anxiously.
In the burial ground, unless the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, no one dares to fight to the death, because even the victorious side can hardly bear the cost of the battle.
Those rides cost a lot of money!
If we don't retain a certain level of strength, and can't even withstand the gray mist of the burial ground, what's the point of defeating others?
This is why the people in the burial site have jointly established a rule: no one should kill anyone unless absolutely necessary.
On the one hand, it's to ensure that more people can make money; on the other hand, no one is willing to bear the cost of fighting.
"You're wrong. Only you will die. In the burial ground, I will be immortal!" Fang Xiu's eyes burned with bloodlust. The sight of everyone fleeing in disarray aroused his bloodlust.
It reminded him of how he used to run away with his head in his hands when his wife was around.
The greatest joy in life is to inflict the pain you suffer on others.
Why should I be the only one suffering like this? I want everyone to suffer with me!
When I laugh, I'm the only one in the whole world who can laugh! But when I cry, the whole world has to cry with me!
"Hehehe... Let me enjoy myself a little longer!"
Fang Xiu continuously controlled the Taotie to attack, causing the ground within a hundred miles to crack inch by inch, leaving a scene of devastation, as if it were a natural disaster.
The crowd, who had been fleeing, finally could no longer tolerate it.
"Fang Xiu is the kind of person who won't admit defeat until he sees the coffin. He's certain that we won't dare to fight him head-on, which is why he's so reckless."
"Damn it, after all these years in the burial grounds, I can't believe I've been fooled by a young kid."
"Give him a lesson, we can't let him get away with this."
Ultimately, the group decided to take action, intending to teach Fang Xiu a lesson and make him understand that they were on equal footing.
This is like a game between great powers, where they always have to flex their muscles to make both sides hesitant to act rashly.
Even if one is stronger than the other, both sides have the ability to overturn the table, so they both have the right to speak.
Large countries don't have so many scruples; they can easily find a reason to attack you.
This is the relationship between Fang Xiu and the people at the burial site.
In terms of numbers and strength, the Burial Ground side naturally has the advantage, since they have three fifth-tier members, including Lu Ziming.
However, they still dared not act rashly, because in their view, dealing with Fang Xiu would require a considerable price and could very likely lead to a certain consequence.
That means they killed Fang Xiu, but their own strength was greatly diminished, and they might very well die at the hands of the strange creatures in the burial ground.
Even if they were lucky enough to survive, there would be no chance of raising 100 million ghost money, and they were destined to die here.
This is not what they want to see. Of course, they also don't want to see a newcomer like Fang Xiu shitting on their heads.
They believe that Fang Xiu was trying to gain control of the burial site through this aggressive and violent approach.
After all, no one is unafraid of death, and both sides have the ability to overturn the table. In this situation, it comes down to who is tougher and who shows less fearlessness.
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