Kouda Kyuji saw Long Xiao and his legs went weak, collapsing to his knees.
"Long Xiao, I'm sorry, it wasn't me who killed them. He made me do it. He's the real culprit," Kouda Kyuji said, pointing at Qing Yuan.
Qing Yuan hadn't expected Kouda Kyuji to use him as a scapegoat at such a crucial moment.
"Kouda Kyuji, are you even human? You took all the benefits without hesitation, and now you're pushing the blame onto me."
Long Xiao watched the two of them argue. Once they fell silent, he spoke, "Qing Yuan, is it? Kill Kouda Kyuji, and I'll spare your life."
Qing Yuan knew that a master like Long Xiao always kept his word. If he said he would spare him, he would not kill him.
"Alright, it's a deal."
As Qing Yuan spoke, he struck Kouda Kyuji with a palm.
Kouda Kyuji was prepared. When Qing Yuan's palm came at him, he rolled to the side, evading the strike, and retaliated with a punch.
Long Xiao stood by the doorway, watching their fight. Qing Yuan's strength was clearly superior to Kouda Kyuji's. In less than ten minutes, Kouda Kyuji's head was crushed by Qing Yuan's palm.
"I've killed Kouda Kyuji. You promised to spare my life," Qing Yuan said, looking at Long Xiao.
Long Xiao nodded. "I promised to spare your life, and I will. But I never said you wouldn't get injured."
Screams ensued as Long Xiao severed Qing Yuan's legs.
He threw a military knife in front of Qing Yuan and said coldly, "If you want to commit suicide, this knife will do the job quickly."
With that, Long Xiao turned and left the office, proceeding to the stairwell.
There were definitely more people on the floors above the eighteenth. Kouda Kyuji was dead, and Long Xiao didn't go upstairs, but he didn't intend to let these islanders off easily.
Using the last few pieces of jade from his pocket to seal off the stairwell, Long Xiao descended.
As Long Xiao entered the Jundao Building, media reporters, influencers, police officers, and onlookers all rushed towards it, eager to see how Long Xiao would deal with the islanders.
Upon arriving at the Jundao Building, everyone was dumbfounded. A whole building had vanished into thin air.
Soon, the Three Dragons, Two Tigers, One God of Wealth, and Four Black Deities of Donghai arrived, having heard the news and come to help.
Luan Jiping stood by her car, her heart heavy. She didn't know if she was jealous of Lin Xuan or worried for Long Xiao.
For her, Long Xiao had directly stormed the Nangong family, ultimately leading to the downfall of the Nangong family in Huaxia. She knew Long Xiao cared for her, but she also knew he couldn't give her much.
Lu Tianxing gazed at the empty space where the Jundao Building once stood. He knew Donghai was about to undergo a drastic change. He began to plan, intending to use this opportunity to completely drive the islanders out of Donghai.
The Living Dead carried a crystal coffin, a priceless treasure he had cherished for many years. It could preserve the body within, preventing decay and keeping the appearance unchanged for a thousand years.
Originally, he had intended this coffin for himself. This time, he decided to give it to Long Xiao to hold Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's body was in the car next to Lu Tianzhi. No one had the right to touch the body before Long Xiao spoke.
Brother Hu of Xicheng stood in front of a modified off-road vehicle, the best among his dozen or so vehicles. Its side armor could withstand a direct shot from an anti-aircraft gun, and its undercarriage armor could resist anti-tank mines. He intended to give this car to Long Xiao, as he had a premonition that Long Xiao would be leaving Donghai.
They waited from morning until afternoon, and then until dusk. Suddenly, Long Xiao appeared alone on the empty lot.
Long Xiao surveyed the crowd, then looked at the Three Dragons, Two Tigers, One God of Wealth, and Four Black Deities as he walked towards them.
"Sister, I'm sorry. I won't be able to help you anymore. I have to leave Donghai."
Luan Jiping nodded. "I know. This is a place of sorrow for you. Go. Sister will wait for your return."
Long Xiao nodded. "Sister, I know Lin Xuan can still live. There is someone who can save her, and I need to find that person."
"Long Xiao, is what you're saying true? Have you thought this through carefully?" Lu Tianzhi asked.
Long Xiao shook his head. "No need to think. I met someone on the plane, Professor Lu from Beijing University. He definitely has a way to save Lin Xuan."
Lu Tianxing took out his phone. "I'll help you check. I'll ask him to come to Donghai."
A few minutes later, Lu Tianxing said with disappointment, "Long Xiao, there is no professor named Lu at Beijing University."
"If I can't find him, there's someone else who might be able to save Lin Xuan. He helped me a few days ago. If I find him, he'll surely help," Long Xiao said, biting his lip.
In truth, Long Xiao didn't know if Lin Xuan could be saved. He was just giving himself a glimmer of hope, a way to stay strong and survive.
The Living Dead approached Long Xiao and placed the coffin he was carrying on the ground. "Long Xiao, I believe what you're saying is true. This coffin can preserve Lin Xuan's body for a thousand years. Put her in it, and go search."
Long Xiao looked at the crystal coffin. "Thank you. My debt to everyone is unforgettable. When I return, I will repay it."
Brother Hu of Xicheng walked up to Long Xiao and handed him the car keys. "Brother Long, this is my best car."
"Thank you, Hu. If you need any help, go to Xinglin Grass Hall. Xiao Ming and the others will help you."
Brother Hu nodded, said nothing, and turned to help Lu Tianzhi open the car door.
Seeing the body in the car, Long Xiao's eyes welled up with tears. He had never cried after countless battles or when he had to borrow money from everywhere. This time, he cried.
Sister Hong stepped forward to wipe away Long Xiao's tears. "Long Xiao, it's time to go. It's getting dark, and the road ahead is very, very long."
Everyone worked together, placing Lin Xuan into the crystal coffin and loading it into the car.
Standing by the car, Long Xiao looked at everyone, not knowing what words of farewell to say.
The crowd looked at Long Xiao, also at a loss for words. After a moment of silent contemplation, Long Xiao turned, got into the car, and waved his hand out the window. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving. I, Long Xiao, will return. We, husband and wife, will return."
The black modified off-road vehicle slowly started to move. Everyone watched as it drove down the street and headed towards the northern suburbs.
The media reporters and influencers discreetly put away their camera equipment, not wanting to anger the Three Dragons, Two Tigers, One God of Wealth, or the Four Black Deities of Donghai.
Nightfall descended upon Donghai. As the city lights flickered on, they drowned out the darkness. Amidst the traffic, a black modified off-road vehicle drove alone across the Huangjiang Bridge, heading towards the northern suburbs.
The vast flow of traffic repeated its daily rhythm, slowly dispersing vehicles, and slowly adding new ones.
Days later, years later, the people of Donghai gradually forgot Long Xiao, the young man who had once appeared in Donghai.
Days later, years later, the stories about Long Xiao grew more numerous and legendary.
Many years later, occasionally, in some corner of Donghai, young people would still argue about Long Xiao's cultivation techniques and abilities, and sometimes even get into fights over them.