But in the next second, the gun in the woman’s hand vanished into thin air, as if it had suddenly sprouted wings and flown away.

“Don’t!” At this time, Uncle Long roared out ahead. Just as he shouted, though, his voice began to tremble again. One could even hear the sound of his teeth chattering. “Don’t… I beseech you sir… d-don’t harm the young miss…”

There was no confrontation, no crossing of swords.

Xu Yangyi’s mere spiritual sense sundered the old man’s and Uncle Long’s hearts to resist.

“Got a cigarette?” Xu Yangyi looked at the woman. Like a marionette, the girl took out a pack of cigarettes, but just as she was about to take a lighter, Xu Yangyi rubbed his hands and a fireball sparked at his fingertips. He lit the cigarette.

“Ma… Materialization?! Isn’t this materialization?!” The woman shot up to her feet, her voice sharp. With a following thud, she knocked against the roof the car, but didn’t cry out in pain. She looked at Xu Yangyi with an incredibly frightened gaze.

Xu Yangyi took deep drags of the cigarette, and the familiar flavor uplifted his mind. He laughed at the woman. “I don’t want to kill anyone, and I don’t belong to any clan, either. I’m only passing through, just a passerby. I found you guys basically out of coincidence,...