The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

Death is not to be feared.

Qin Hao was ready for the battle that could lead to his death.

But damn it, not an utterly meaningless death.

Dying here was worse than dying on the frontline.

"Stay calm, I've scanned it once... There are only about ten Golden Cores, the rest are all Foundation Establishments or Qi Cultivations."

In other words, ten Seventh Ranks, mostly even Ninth Ranks.

After reaching the Seventh Rank, there would be many new changes; spiritual energy seems to be able to restore itself autonomously.

"What do you mean by 'only about'??" Qin Hao was on the verge of tears: "I'm only at the Golden Core stage too, asshole!"

"Heh." Su Qi laughed contemptuously: "Aren't I here with you?"

"Could it be..." Qin Hao suddenly shivered: "You're at the Nascent Soul stage?"

Although the probability was nearly impossible, he couldn't help but think so.

Because from all the magical maneuvers Su Qi performed along the way, he could feel the other's power was strange, though previously, every Heavenly Descendant was at most Golden Core stage in strength, but it might have been a prejudice.

"If we go by the strength sequence of your world," said Su Qi as he waved his hand and his spiritual energy aura spread out.

Qin Hao subsequently widened his eyes—it couldn't be...

Su Qi said gently:

"I should be at the Foundation Establishment stage!"

Qin Hao: "..."

He trembled as he reached to cover his chest, almost overcome by a surge of blood!

Damn the Foundation Establishment!

He should have realized it sooner... the aura of this power was Foundation Establishment!

But this guy's inexplicable confidence had actually given him a glimmer of hope.

He really deserved to die!

The clang of cold light against metal pulled him back from despair, looking at the indifferent and mocking gazes of the crowd, he felt even more desolate.

Now it was their turn to die.

The leading Heavenly Mountain Disciple with fluttering sleeves and a red ribbon in his hair, squinted and chuckled: "I thought the Sinful Cultivators were making a last-ditch assault on Heavenly Mountain, but unexpectedly..."

He stretched out his long fingernails: "A Golden Core and a Foundation Establishment come to challenge the authority of Heavenly Mountain."

"Moreover, I'm quite curious how you two little mice got in."

Qin Hao: I freaking want to know, too.

However.

The young man in white didn't ask, he just slightly curled up a cruel, cold smirk: "Once we soul-search you two, we'll know everything."

"Take them down!"

"Yes!"

The other Heavenly Mountain Disciples' eyes held a bit of murderous intent and fierceness, their Magic Formulas now carried a strong offensive aura, bursting forth in power.

"Damn it." Qin Hao's eyes also reddened, no matter what, he and these beasts had irreconcilable hatred, even now in a desperate situation, taking down just one would be worth it!

"Brother Su, let's fight them with everything we've got!"

Su Qi looked at Qin Hao, who was filled with a resolve to die, and roared aloud, charging into battle with all his might.

These kids.

Always so impulsive.

He flipped a Spirit Coin in his hand.

Calmly throwing it upward, he took out a silver revolver from his pocket with a graceful arc, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder.

And it transformed continuously in his hand.

The Desert Eagle currently has three forms: the Ordinary form, the Sniper God form which he used to kill a Venerable's projection before.

And now.

This was its third form.

Meteor.

Can absorb all surrounding particles and transform them into bullets (the upper limit is related to the user's strength).

He could call upon the Black Shadow Corps directly, but his spiritual energy was insufficient at the moment, summoning one Black Shadow for each minute required consuming 10 points of spiritual energy.

Before, he could ignore this consumption, but now, naturally, he would save where he could, after all, his current spiritual energy was just under ten thousand.

To tell the truth, if we're talking about strength, it's pretty much on par with Foundation Establishment.

I didn't lie, after all.

Endless Sand Eagle.

Meteor form assembled successfully.

The next moment.

What appeared in Su Qi's hands was now a weapon with a massive energy core in the center and a gun barrel like a deep Abyss Mouth, patterned in black and red stripes, at least two meters long and immensely large!

"Even in an anime, it would be considered exaggerated." Su Qi rested his hand on it, easily wielding it, after all, he was the true owner.

Such a weapon's appearance instantly grabbed everyone's attention!

Their eyelids twitched, and the white-clothed man's eyes flashed a sliver of light: "That thing..."

Although he did not recognize it, had never seen it, but the entrance of the Black Forest bore a deadly aura that was terrifying.

And his first reaction was not caution or fear, but a greedy expression:

"Make a move quickly, I want that thing in my hands!"

Qin Hao growled as he was already forming Magic Formulas!

Many Heavenly Mountain Disciples did the same, the energy in the world changing, transforming, pressing down on Su Qi and Qin Hao!

And the next moment.

The Meteor in his hand trembled violently, unleashing a powerful and terrifying gravitational field that spread around!

In an instant, all energy-carrying particles within a hundred meters around Su Qi converged on the Meteor!

Including the Magic Formulas being manipulated by everyone! The spells being cast!

Wind, fire, thunder, lightning—everything was absorbed into the core of the Meteor!

Even Qin Hao was stunned: "Where did my huge fireball go?"

He turned his head back.

Su Qi was holding a fierce cannon that seemed to breathe, swirl with energy, the reactor inside brimming with speckled power!

"What the hell is this?" Qin Hao yelled out in shock!

"Don't rush." Su Qi snapped his fingers: "It's not over yet."

The next moment.

Tons of Starfire were also filled in! Starfire also has the energy of light, though not very powerful, it played a decorative role—but since it cost nothing, he created at will.