Chapter 1889

When the words fell, the scene fell silent.

Beneath the arena, ninety-nine out of a hundred were those who cultivated the Evil-Repelling Sword Art.

You mocked others for self-castration—isn't that the same as pointing at a turtle and cursing a bastard?

Besides.

Didn't you castrate yourself too?

Fury rose in the crowd, their gazes sharp as swords, fixed upon the arena above.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The once-crisp air of Songshan had grown thick with the stench of blood.

On the arena, corpses were carried down one by one and tossed into a single pile.

In just a few days, Songshan had gained a new mass grave.

Yet such a scene did not frighten the jianghu folk; instead it roused their hot blood, and the battles atop the arena grew even more brutal.

Zhou Yu and his group hid in a corner, watching the endless fighting, and could not help sighing: "Truly beyond the understanding of jianghu folk."

"Aye, they really aren't afraid of death!"

Just as they were thinking, a sudden sense of crisis drew near.

Zhou Yu's expression shifted: "Not good, there's danger—everyone hide, quick."

So saying, his figure moved, darting into the shadows.

As members of the Main God squad, though they were watching the show and waiting for an opening, they had not forgotten to protect themselves and had long since found a place to evade danger.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows—this was the most basic quality of a Main God squad member.

The five had just hidden themselves when a thunderous roar erupted, like summer's startling thunder.

The next moment, black iron balls streaked across the sky, smashing down toward the crowd on the arena.

After three days of preparation, the imperial court's army was fully ready.

Seeing no one else coming to duel, they launched their attack at this moment.

"It's the imperial court's cannons!"

Zhou Yu's expression hardened. "I didn't expect the imperial court to have been hiding in the shadows. We were still a bit too careless, never taking the imperial court into account."

Liu Jiao frowned tightly: "Characters outside the plot have appeared too. It seems this world's storyline has deviated terribly."

On the arena.

The gathered friends' souls fled in terror, panic-stricken beyond measure.

The imperial court's artillery—how could they not know of it?

This thing's power was immense, absolutely not something flesh and blood could withstand.

Even experts were the same.

This was also why jianghu folk generally did not provoke the imperial court.

Because once the imperial court truly wished to destroy a certain expert, they truly had the strength to kill them.

Long to tell, but in reality, from the cannon's roar to the crowd's reaction, it was but an instant.

The speed of thought surpasses all in reality.

In the instant the cannon fell, everyone's minds spun thousands of times; all manner of thoughts surfaced, and in the end, only a sense of despair remained.

Just then, the cannonballs in the sky came to a halt.

As if time itself had frozen, pinning them in place.

"What's going on?"

It wasn't only the jianghu folk who were dumbfounded.

The Main God squad was dumbfounded too.

The imperial court's people were dumbfounded too.

Cannonballs fired out—how could they freeze in the sky and refuse to fall? Eter—