Shen Cong wasn't planning to make a move—now wasn't the moment, and he had no wish to invite trouble. The other side was a whole crowd, and they'd only mentioned him.

But the next few things Xu Yun and his Bug Warriors said made Shen Cong's ferocity boil over completely.

"I hear this big tree's also that fellow Huang's battle pet?"

"That's the word we dug up—it's what he claims, that both the snail and the tree are battle pets. The snail definitely is one. But the tree doesn't look like it—it's been rooted here for days without moving."

"A tree, hm..." Xu Yun said, a trace of a smile in his voice. "Compared to this tree, I'd much rather meet that domineering Boss Huang. If I get the chance to catch him, I'll plant a pseudo-bug-core in him and turn him into my bug-core culture dish. That would cut the bug core's lifespan cost down enormously."

"Rest easy, Grand President. I'll bring men and drag this Huang fellow back to serve as your culture dish." The speaker was Vice President Bruce Li.

Xu Yun gave a slight shake of the head. "A-Tai and the Master were both killed by him—he's strong. You're only a three-core Bug Warrior, you fall a bit short. This one needs my own hand."

Hearing that much, Shen Cong understood: the Bug Warriors had to die to the last man. There was no reason on earth to let them live.

"Since you want me dead, then I've no choice but to send you all off to heaven."

Ka-chak. Shen Cong slid the sniper rifle off his back.

Ever since hunting A-Tai, the sniper rifle had become a must-carry part of his kit. It couldn't kill jin beasts, but it could kill Bug Warriors—and in this place, Bug Warriors were more dangerous than jin beasts.

He chambered a round.

Third Eye mapping the surrounding terrain, Shen Cong crept slowly toward Xu Yun and the others. Given the sniper rifle's accuracy and muzzle velocity, hunting a Bug Warrior of three cores or higher meant closing to within…