After Chu Tianqiu entered the room, the three people inside were locked in fierce combat.

Qinglong’s expression was becoming increasingly deranged. He knew he had clearly killed that woman, yet his “Soul Seizure” conviction remained unstable.

The two opponents before him were both exceptional fighters. A single moment of carelessness would result in him being wounded again.

The destructive influence caused by that woman hadn’t dissipated with her death. Could it truly be as she said before dying… that even if she became a ghost, she would continue this terrifying curse?

Through multiple life-and-death experiments, Qinglong discovered that his “Soul Seizure” now seemed only useful for preserving his life.

Whenever at critical moments, using “Soul Seizure” could block his opponents’ attacks. But when he tried using “Soul Seizure” to kill the two, it became choppy and unreliable.

Perhaps only at the instant when he was on the verge of death could he break through the shackles left by that woman and reach the peak of “conviction.” But what purpose would that serve?

In this bizarre state, the battle continued for a full minute or two without resolution.

At this deadlocked moment, all three simultaneously heard the door inside the room make a sound.

They looked toward the noise and saw Chu Tianqiu walking in through the wall that had become a doorframe.

He seemed to know he had no way to sneak up on Heavenly-Dragon, so he stopped pretending and stood there openly.

Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin didn’t quite understand why Chu Tianqiu would enter through a door without a passage, but the two knew Chu Tianqiu wasn’t an enemy and could only continue trying to stall Qinglong.

“You…” Qinglong furrowed his brow slightly. So many unexpected events had occurred today, pushing his ominous premonition to its peak.

“Don’t be nervous,” Chu Tianqiu said, staring at Qinglong. “My target isn’t you.”

Qinglong’s eyes slowly widened upon hearing this. “Not me…?”

He turned to look at Heavenly-Dragon sleeping beside the tree.

“Wait…!” Qinglong shouted hesitantly. “You can’t make a move against Heavenly-Dragon right now… I need some time to prepare…”

Zhang Shan flashed to Qinglong’s front. “But you have no time to prepare.”

Seeing the fist coming at him like a missile, Qinglong activated “Soul Seizure” again, freezing Zhang Shan in place for an instant. Then his form exploded forward. He ignored Zhang Shan and instead flew a kick toward Chu Tianqiu.

Chu Tianqiu’s brow furrowed tightly as he raised both hands before his chest. Amid a tremendous sound, he was kicked back several steps, awkwardly blocking Qinglong’s full-force attack.

Only then did Qinglong realize that all three people in this room possessed “Heaven’s Vigorous Movement.”

Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin naturally weren’t about to give Qinglong any moment to breathe. Seeing him distracted by Chu Tianqiu, the two charged toward his back.

“What kind of… joke…” Qinglong slowly lowered his head. “The spearheads were never aimed at Heavenly-Dragon from the start—they were all pointed at me…”

Chu Tianqiu also sensed that Qinglong seemed to have entered a state where his “conviction” was collapsing. Although he wasn’t skilled at combat, he still steeled himself and threw a punch at Qinglong’s chest.

Three people launched attacks from three directions, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Qinglong at this moment.

But just as attacks from all angles were about to land on Qinglong, “Soul Seizure” activated again.

The three’s hands and feet stopped moving once more, all stiffening in place.

“What a… ridiculous and disrespectful decision…” Qinglong said through gritted teeth, his expression incredibly deranged. “I’ll make all of you regret opposing me. If both Heavenly-Dragon and I must suffer heavy damage no matter what… then I’ll definitely drag all of you down with me. After all, as long as Heavenly-Dragon has one breath left… I won’t die either…”

Large amounts of dark clouds began appearing on the ceiling. Qinglong seemed to no longer care about Heavenly-Dragon’s safety—he wanted to blow up the entire room.

Perhaps because “Thunderclap” was consuming a massive amount of conviction, even “Soul Seizure” began becoming unstable. The three gradually regained control of their bodies.

Chu Tianqiu struggled to lift his head to look at the “Thunderclap” in the sky. The current situation seemed completely out of control. His control over his body was intermittent. Could he still touch Heavenly-Dragon now?

Qiao Jiajin also noticed the intermittent “Soul Seizure” on his body. Sometimes his body felt like his own, sometimes like a puppet’s.

If they didn’t make a decision quickly, Qinglong would cause everyone in the room to perish. He didn’t care whether he and Heavenly-Dragon were injured—he only wanted to end this rebellion.

He seemed to have gone completely mad.

Massive electrical light began flashing on the ceiling, illuminating the faces of everyone inside with a pale color.

Chu Tianqiu knew the situation was wrong and hurriedly turned back toward the door. Regardless of whether he could escape, he should at least tell Qi Xia about the situation first.

But before he could find a way to open the door, a small bolt of electricity appeared from the sky, striking the doorframe with perfect accuracy.

*Crack.*

After a crisp sound, the doorframe developed a crack. The entire room became a completely sealed space.

“This is bad…” Chu Tianqiu’s expression changed. He didn’t know if the so-called “plan” that Qi Xia had established would encounter problems because of this crack.

After all, Heavenly-Dragon in the room was now separated from Qi Xia by two different spaces. Could they still establish a “Dream Entry” connection?

“Tianqiu Boy,” Qiao Jiajin stepped forward.

Chu Tianqiu started, pulled back his thoughts, and turned to look at him.

“You go do your thing. I’ll handle this,” Qiao Jiajin said. “I’m simple-minded. I won’t modify plans midway. We still have our own things to do… right?”

Chu Tianqiu stared with wide eyes, pondering with a complex expression for a moment, then finally nodded. “Yes.”

“Leave it to me,” Qiao Jiajin said. “I still have my trump card.”

He struggled to move his body, then took several deep breaths.

The “two-character advice” that Qi Xia had once taught him surfaced at this moment. This was perhaps the only way to break the deadlock now. But could he still trust Qi Xia at this moment…?

Qiao Jiajin hesitated.

Perhaps when facing Qi Xia’s strategies, this was the first time he showed hesitation.

Those two characters weren’t difficult to understand when spoken, but placed in this moment, they made people feel inexplicably strange.

Qi Xia had said, if trapped in a hard battle, then try “chopping trees.”

“Chopping trees”—what a straightforward plan?

Qiao Jiajin turned his head to look at the fruit tree in the center of the room. Even if he didn’t go chop it down, it would soon turn to powder under Qinglong’s lightning strike anyway, right?

“In that case… then I’ll go give it a try,” Qiao Jiajin said with a light laugh. “It won’t take much effort anyway.”

“Damn, you’re finally ready to use that crappy trump card of yours?” Zhang Shan said from not far away. “I thought you were planning to take it to your coffin.”

“Big Guy, buy me ten seconds.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qiao Jiajin exploded toward the direction of the large tree.

Qinglong immediately sensed something was wrong when he saw this and quickly turned back, only to discover that his opponent’s target wasn’t him at all.

But rather… the “tree”?