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Chapter 180: Repelling the Six Mighty Opponents
After entering the Secret Door, Huo Shan’s eyes fell upon a hidden Inner Layer Space—only about ten centimeters wide and less than a meter tall. This was a Hidden Small Room he had specially prepared for himself after moving into the apartment. Since its completion, Huo Shan had never once used it.
The cramped chamber was barely large enough to conceal a single Bear Doll. But precisely because of its tiny size, it was nearly impossible to detect. Now, safely tucked inside, Huo Shan felt a flicker of relief—and deep gratitude for his own foresight in building such a refuge.
He quickly pulled out his phone and sent an urgent message to Song Xu, urging his disciples to arrive immediately to protect him.
"Damn it… If I were downtown, they’d be here in minutes."
"But they’re all stuck out in the suburbs this time…"
Just then, Huo Shan froze. He heard a faint sound coming from inside the apartment.
"Did someone just enter?"
Footsteps echoed through the room. Someone was rummaging around.
Heart pounding, Huo Shan peered through a narrow gap in the hidden wall. Outside, a stranger was searching the space—digging through drawers, flipping through books, tossing things aside.
"A burglar neighbor?"
"Or… someone actually hunting me?"
After sending the message, Huo Shan silenced his phone and froze completely—motionless, breathless, as still as a real doll—lying perfectly still in the Inner Layer Space, not daring to make a sound.
Meanwhile, inside the apartment…
Zhang Yu had transformed into a stranger, hood pulled low over his face, rapidly searching the room. But the place was a chaotic mess—too many items, too much clutter. It would take hours to go through everything.
Fujie said, “He must be hiding somewhere in this room.”
“But each Evil God can take on different forms—could be a toy, a stationery item, a pen, a glove, a necklace…”
“Searching one by one won’t work.”
“Break it all! Use your fastest Speed—smash everything! He’ll have to show himself!”
Zhang Yu’s body erupted in layers of Wuxiang Yun'gang. But to mask his signature, he first activated Great Sun Qi Sea. Absorbing the light, the Wuxiang Yun'gang surged out in a wave of pure blackness—like a storm of dark clouds—crashing into everything in sight.
Crash after crash echoed through the room.
But in a crowded old apartment building, such noise was nothing unusual—blended in with the usual cacophony of shouting neighbors, loud music, and TV noise from other floors. No one paid it any mind.
Inside the hidden compartment, Huo Shan watched through the gap as his belongings were systematically destroyed. His heart clenched.
If this were just a burglar, they wouldn’t be wrecking everything. This wasn’t theft—it was a hunt.
A chill ran down his spine.
So they really are after me…
The thought of his electronics, gaming consoles, computers, collectible figurines, models—everything he’d painstakingly collected—being smashed one by one made his soul bleed.
"Damn it… They’re smashing my place!"
"Thinking Evil Gods can’t call the police, huh?"
"You wait—just you wait!"
Huo Shan frantically pressed his phone again, sending another desperate plea to Song Xu.
…
Not long ago.
In the abandoned construction site on the city’s outskirts.
After using his flying sword to scout the area and finding no anomalies, Song Xu and the other five disciples emerged from different corners of the half-finished building.
"Nothing here," one disciple frowned. "Did we get the intel wrong? Or is the timing off?"
Song Xu narrowed his eyes. "Something feels off. Let’s pull out."
Just as the six disciples turned to leave, a bright beam of light suddenly cut through the darkness.
Two security guards stood in the doorway.
"Hey, you six! What are you doing here? Trying to steal materials at night?"
"This is company property, you know!"
Song Xu glanced at their Wanli Group uniforms and thought, A company’s watching over this abandoned building? How fast did they respond?
A cold knot tightened in his gut. His unease deepened.
To beat up the guards? Break through and run?
They dared not. These men represented a powerful corporation—and they were constantly connected to surveillance systems.
To the six Evil God Cultists, these two security guards were far more dangerous than any other Evil God.
When fighting another Evil God, even if bloodied and broken, neither side would call the police. They’d just keep fighting in silence.
But if they attacked these guards… they’d be hunted down, no matter where they ran.
Especially with two of them being delivery riders and a courier—just seeing the guards made them instantly weak in the knees. They hung their heads, trembling, too scared to even argue.
Song Xu sighed inwardly. Classic occupational trauma. They’re just too scared to fight.
He stepped forward and said calmly, "We didn’t steal anything. Feel free to check."
The lead guard brandished his electric baton. "We got a report of people stealing rebar. All of you come with me to register your info."
The construction worker disciple pulled out a Daoxin Buffer and offered it with a nervous smile. "Guys, we just happened to be out jogging and wandered in by accident—swear we took nothing!"
The guard slapped his hand away. "Who are you calling ‘brother’? Come with me!"
The six disciples were furious—but powerless. They kept explaining, pleading, trying to calm the situation.
The security guard, confident in his authority, grew increasingly arrogant. Six people? He had the entire company behind him. These six ragged-looking individuals—filthy with the scent of food delivery, courier bags, and construction site dust—were no match.
And he’d been a guard for decades. He knew exactly how to intimidate people like these.
Just as the standoff reached a boiling point, Song Xu felt his phone vibrate—again and again.
He finally pulled it out.
His face turned pale.
Huo Shan was reported?
Copyright infringement?
Someone’s hunting him?
Memories of the day flooded back—like a lightning strike in his mind.
Evil God infighting… and now they’re using reports? Calling in enforcers?
This is a disgrace!
Song Xu’s eyes snapped to the two guards.
He couldn’t stay here any longer.
The others sensed the shift in his aura and turned to look at him.
In an instant, the six disciples straightened up—no longer cowering.
Where moments ago they were submissive, now they stood tall, their presence sharp and resolute.
"We can’t wait," Song Xu said. "Then it’s time…"
With a sudden blur of motion, he dodged the guard’s camera with one hand, then reached forward with the other.
"Brother," he said, pressing a thick wad of cash into the guard’s palm, "the company’s fine—but you? You’re the one who matters."
The guard’s expression softened instantly.
Song Xu smirked inwardly. Hmph. I wasn’t wasting money earlier—I just wanted to explain nicely. But now? I’m in a hurry. What’s there to explain?
…
Meanwhile, in a quiet room nearby…
Bai Zhenzhen stared at the screen of her Surveillance Software, watching the live feed from the abandoned building.
Since Song Xu and the others had entered the site, she’d been monitoring the footage nonstop.
Good thing we installed the cameras yesterday. Cost a fortune, but worth it.
She’d spent thousands—on batteries, network cards, high-resolution cameras—just to ensure the system worked. But the investment paid off. She recognized Song Xu instantly.
It’s him.
Half a year ago, when she’d tried to investigate the leader of the Poor’s Alliance, she’d narrowed down several suspects from Bailong High School. Song Xu was one of them. His photo and file were still saved on her phone.
They’re leaving?
She watched as the guards approached the disciples. A small sigh of relief escaped her.
Wanli Group responded fast. That’s impressive.
She’d been the one who called in the tip—reporting suspicious activity, people stealing steel rebar. That’s how the guards arrived.
But she knew these guards could be easily bribed—just a few thousand, maybe ten thousand at most.
She quickly sent a message to Zhang Yu.
Bai Zhenzhen: They’re about to leave the site. Speed it up.
Bai Zhenzhen: I’ve confirmed one of them is Song Xu. I’m sending you his file.
Moments later, she checked the feed again.
Song Xu and the others had slipped away—free from the guards.
But Bai Zhenzhen wasn’t worried.
She opened her Navigation Software, checking the route from the abandoned building to the Evil God’s apartment.
The road was a deep red—traffic jammed solid.
Heh… This timing and location weren’t random. Not with Yu’s help.
It’s midnight rush hour. The roads are packed.
They’ll be delayed—just long enough.
…
Inside the apartment.
Zhang Yu read Bai Zhenzhen’s message and muttered, “They’re coming back?”
He glanced at Song Xu’s file, then looked around at the wreckage—broken furniture, scattered clothes, a pile of trash.
"Ugh… What a mess. Why does this place have so much junk?"
He scanned the chaos: pet clothes, massage pillows, rows of sneakers, cleaning supplies, figurines, models—just a chaotic landfill.
This is a dump.
Inside the hidden compartment, Huo Shan watched Zhang Yu smash another dozen items. Pain shot through him—but he also felt a strange surge of relief.
Who said I bought too much? If I hadn’t bought all this junk, how long would I have lasted?
Fujie frowned. “Something’s wrong.”
“This apartment… could there be a secret room? A hidden layer?”
Zhang Yu scowled. “Break the walls?”
Fujie shook his head. “Too risky. That’ll draw attention. Neighbors might call the property management.”
Just then, Zhang Yu’s phone vibrated.
Bai Zhenzhen’s message.
He knew she was watching from the alley below—keeping watch, monitoring the surveillance feed. Her message had to be urgent.
He grabbed the phone.
Bai Zhenzhen: They’re here!
Bai Zhenzhen: Run now!
Zhang Yu’s eyes hardened.
So fast?
Bai Zhenzhen: Hurry! They’re moving too fast!
Zhang Yu clenched his jaw. A cold, bitter fury flashed in his eyes.
He turned away from the ruins of the apartment.
Fine. Not today.
With a final, disdainful glance at the wreckage, he vanished into the darkness.
(End of Chapter)
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