679: Chapter 680 You're actually that beast!

A reason? I don't need a reason.

If I must say one, it is that your existence reminds me of the thing I least want to remember.

Therefore, you, and things like you, should not exist.

"Elder Li, go. Crush that thing for this Prince."

He stopped wasting words, as if looking at it a second longer would soil him. He gave a cold command to the old man beside him, who stood as still as an ancient pine:

"this Prince wants to see with his own eyes as it turns into a pile of mud that amounts to nothing."

Killing intent was no longer hidden, sweeping out like a physical cold wave!

Just then.

"Holy crap, how can you hold such a grudge!"

A clear, deeply surprised, and even somewhat complaining voice suddenly rang out in the dead air.

The voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

It wasn't Wang Xiaopang, nor was it Xiao Ruobai.

It was the fox that had been lying on Wang Xiaopang's shoulder, pretending to be a red plush pendant.

It even raised its head, scratched its ear with a small paw, and looked at the distorted face of Zi Tianchen with its crimson eyes full of disbelief:

"How long has it been? At least a century or two, right? Didn't I just make you take off your pants in public and do something a bit unseemly?

Your heart is truly smaller than your 'you-know-what.' Your grudge-holding lasts longer than a turtle's life. You won't even let a common fox go?"

Time seemed to truly freeze at this moment.

Wang Xiaopang froze instantly, slowly lowering his head to look at his own chest.

The gazes of others were even more uniform, fixed dead on the little fox that had suddenly spoken such explosive content.

Even with the Heart-Nature of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Mo Yu, the corners of their eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly as they looked at Dong Li with complex, unreadable expressions.

There was shock, a sense of 'as expected,' and even more of a speechless 'Big brother, are you exposing yourself now because you think we aren't dying fast enough?'

And Zi Tianchen...

"You... you..."

He stared fixedly at Dong Li. That handsome face turned the color of pig liver in an instant, then quickly drained of all color, becoming as pale as paper.

His pupils dilated, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably and violently—not from fear, but from an extreme humiliation and rage that almost burst through the crown of his head!

That period of time he had tried his best to forget, yet which tormented him day and night like a nightmare.

Those broken fragments that had made him wake up in the middle of the night countless times surfaced clearly before his eyes again, and in such a manner before everyone.

"It's you... You are actually that beast!!!"

Zi Tianchen's voice changed completely, becoming sharp and hoarse like the roar of an evil ghost. He pointed at Dong Li, his finger shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"I will kill you! I will skin you and pull out your tendons! I'll extract your soul and burn it with poisonous fire for ten thousand years!!

Elder Li! What are you waiting for?! Kill them! Kill them all! Leave none alive!!!"

At this moment, how did Zi Tianchen have any of the elegant grace of an Immortal Dynasty Prince? He was like a completely enraged mad beast that only wanted to destroy everything.

The faces of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Wang Xiaopang darkened almost simultaneously.

The opponent wasn't just stealing treasure; it was a life-and-death struggle fueled by both old and new hatred, and an Immortal Lord was present.

Any disguise or compromise was now meaningless.

Battle Intent began to surge within the four of them. Just as they were about to erupt—

"Pah! Narrow-minded pervert! If you have the guts, come chase your Fox Grandpa!"

A crisp, loud voice filled with extreme mockery rang out.

The fox in Wang Xiaopang's arms suddenly broke free, escaping Wang Xiaopang's grasp like a burning red meteor, shooting toward a distant, jagged, and complex desolate valley!

It even nimbly turned its head in mid-air toward the hideous face of Zi Tianchen, making a very human-like face and sticking out its tongue:

"Lululu!"

"Argh! Beast! I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!! Elder Li, chase! Chase it!! Ignore the others, catch that beast first!!"

Zi Tianchen had gone completely mad. His eyes were bloodshot as he recklessly prepared to rush out himself.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Elder Li's brow furrowed. Although he felt the fox's behavior was suspicious, the Prince's command and the fox's provocation left him no choice.

He barked at the several Heavenly Immortal followers: "Watch them!"

Before his voice faded, he had already enveloped himself in the violent pressure of an Immortal Lord, turning into a gray streak of light. Arriving later but moving faster, he instantly crossed dozens of feet, pouncing toward the arrogantly fleeing red figure!

Zi Tianchen was also taken along by him, his gaze locked dead onto Dong Li.

The several Heavenly Immortal followers immediately drew their swords, their immortal power surging as they faintly surrounded Xiao Ruobai's group of five.

Right then, a subtle, hurried transmission—one that carried a hint of feigned lightness but couldn't hide its resolve—exploded in the minds of the five:

"Don't worry about me. Take this chance and run, fast."

"If this young master really bites it this time, remember to set up a cenotaph for me.

The tablet should say 'Tomb of Dong Li, the Most Handsome Fox in Heaven and Earth.' Every holiday, burn more roasted chicken legs..."

The transmission stopped abruptly there.

That resolute, unwavering red figure flashed at the edge of a distant cliff and vanished behind the jagged rocks.

Only Elder Li's terrifying pursuit aura and Zi Tianchen's hysterical roars continued to rumble in the air.

Wang Xiaopang's mouth was open, his arms still held in a hugging position, but his chest was empty. His eyes instantly turned red.

"Do it."

Xiao Ruobai's indifferent voice rang out in their minds.

Fang Hanyu's body didn't move, but his Sword Intent did.

Puff, puff, puff! Several subtle strands of Sword Qi instantly pierced the throats of those followers.

Before they could even scream, these Heavenly Immortal Realm Cultivators slumped to the ground. Mo Yu quickly stepped forward.

Delivering finishing blows, collecting bodies, and clearing traces—the movements were as smooth as flowing water. The entire process took less than a breath.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless. Not a single redundant movement, not a bit of energy wasted.

"Go."

Xiao Ruobai didn't linger for a second. His figure flashed as he chased in the direction Dong Li had fled.

"We've been in the Secret Realm together for three months; we can't just watch it go to its death alone."

Ling Xi and Mo Yu exchanged a glance and both nodded. Spiritual power erupted beneath their feet, and their speed increased further.

In the air, only a faint smell of blood remained, along with a low curse from Wang Xiaopang that drifted with the wind:

"Dong Li, you bastard... roasted chicken legs... as many as you want! You better damn well come back alive to eat them!"

The five figures pushed their speed to the limit of what they could fake. Their hearts felt as if they were being squeezed by invisible hands, and Dong Li's parting transmission and the possible tragedy it had met echoed in their minds.

Suppressed grief, indignation, and determination surged in their chests.

Following the gradually weakening pursuit fluctuations and faint rumbling, they crossed the cracked rocky ground and reached a flat stone platform deep in the valley.