Chapter 1130: I’ll Handle It

Numerous “Pathwalkers” received the command one after another and began advancing slowly toward Baihu.

This was the final directive issued by the “Path King.” The group would buy the last remaining time, drawing a bloody conclusion to this mission.

Baihu, too, had clearly descended into madness. Despite his formidable skills, he found himself powerless to protect the massive bell and display screen under the relentless assault of the “participants.”

The abrupt sense of defeat left him dizzy, as if his very understanding of reality had been overturned.

He knew he hadn’t just gone mad now—he had been mad all along. He simply never wanted to admit it.

**”DONG!”**

A clear, resonant toll suddenly exploded beside Baihu’s ear, as if someone had seized the opportunity to activate an “immortal technique.” At that moment, Baihu turned his head again, his gaze vacant and disoriented.

Could this scene not prove his madness?

The bell *seemed* to be there.

Though it had vanished from sight, it still rang.

Baihu shook his head, then turned once more, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly behind him. The sensation was utterly bizarre.

He could feel the wind sweeping across the open ground, yet he could also hear the mournful tolling of the bell.

In the next instant, the ground beneath Baihu’s feet suddenly transformed—the shattered stone tiles dissolved into swampy mire, and his body began to sink.

Yet Baihu paid no heed to his sinking form. Instead, he furrowed his brow, deep in thought.

*How can I turn this around…?*

He had to act before Tianlong and Qinglong discovered the situation—even before he lost his mind completely.

“Got it… Yes… Got it…” Baihu murmured, his eyes widening slightly. “Losing them doesn’t matter… As long as I can rebuild the bell and the display… None of this will have any effect…”

The moment the words left his lips, Baihu’s figure shot out from the mire. In an instant, he was before Yun Yao, seizing her wrist.

Yun Yao froze. Before she could retreat, she was locked in place.

“Need to find the ‘Artifact’…” Baihu’s cracked lips twisted into a grin. “If I can just locate *one more* ‘Artifact’… Then everything will be resolved, won’t it?”

Yun Yao swallowed hard and tried again to pull free, but her body was no match for the “Divine Beast.”

“Do you know who the ‘Artifact’ is?” Baihu asked.

In response, Yun Yao subtly slipped her other hand into the small bag at her side. Baihu noticed the movement and braced himself, expecting the tall woman to draw a weapon—but Yun Yao only produced a tube of lipstick.

“Looking for the ‘Artifact’…” Yun Yao chuckled, cold sweat trickling down her face. “Then you’ve come to the right person…”

“You… know?” Baihu hesitated.

“Whether I know… depends on how strong ‘Luck’ is.”

With a smirk, Yun Yao pinched the lipstick between her thumb and forefinger and flicked it high into the air.

The force was so great that the cap separated mid-flight, sending two cylindrical objects spiraling independently.

Baihu stared blankly upward, bewildered by the woman’s actions.

The lipstick itself spun wildly before its base struck the ground. But the surface was too hard—instead of standing upright, it ricocheted skyward once more.

It flew precisely toward the descending cap, and with a crisp *click*, the two pieces reunited mid-air—then abruptly altered their trajectory.

The next moment, the lipstick neither landed nor collided with anything else. Instead, it arced straight back into Yun Yao’s bag.

Baihu frowned.

“That’s not good,” Yun Yao said with a wry smile. “‘Luck’ is far too strong.”

“What does it matter if ‘Luck’ is strong?” Baihu demanded.

“If ‘Luck’ is this strong, it means I can’t even lie to you.” Yun Yao met his gaze with disdain. “No matter which direction I point at random, you might stumble upon the ‘Artifact’ purely by chance. So my advice? Just kill me right here.”

“You think I won’t…?” Baihu laughed maniacally. “Even if you possess ‘Strong Luck,’ it can’t surpass Heaven itself.”

“True enough.” Yun Yao nodded calmly. “Even ‘Luck’ must beg Heaven’s favor—it can never be stronger.”

“So you’d rather die here than reveal the ‘Artifact’s’ location?” Baihu sneered.

“Yep.” Yun Yao shrugged. “What’s so scary about death? If a Divine Beast marks me for execution, there’s no escaping it. I’ll just have to hope for the next cycle.”

“Hah…” Baihu scoffed. “Everyone who dies this time has committed grave sins. There may *be* no next cycle.”

With that, Baihu raised his fist and drove it toward Yun Yao’s heart.

“Xiao Yao—!” In the distance, Jiang Ruoxue, seeing the danger, tried to rush to her aid—only for Zhou Mo to grab her arm.

“Tch… Trying to save someone from Baihu? Are you insane?”

At the very last moment, a hand gripped Yun Yao’s shoulder and yanked her back—while another figure flashed forward to intercept the strike.

A thunderous crash erupted at the plaza’s center. The impact was so massive it felt like two trucks colliding—a shockwave rippled outward, staggering the onlookers.

The newcomers were Chu Tianqiu and Zhang Shan.

Chu Tianqiu pulled Yun Yao behind him while Zhang Shan swung his fist straight at Baihu.

The punch carried no hesitation—far more direct than any attack the “participants” had launched thus far.

It was as if the “participants” had officially declared war on the “Managers” of this place.

Baihu’s brow furrowed. He raised a hand to block.

**”BOOM!”**

Fist met palm. The recoil sent both men stumbling back—Baihu one step, Zhang Shan five.

For the first time, the crowd witnessed someone clash head-on with a “Divine Beast.” Everyone stood frozen.

“Screw this,” Zhang Shan spat, shaking out his aching arm as he strode forward. “All this talk of ‘Luck’ and ‘Heaven’—if ‘Luck’ can’t fix it, let ‘Heaven’ step in. And if ‘Heaven’ can’t handle it, we’ll just have to solve it *together*.”

“Zhang Shan…”

“Listen up, old man.” Zhang Shan grinned, jerking a thumb at the two behind him. “Standing before you are *three* leaders of ‘Paradise Port.’ You’ve picked the wrong fight today.”

Yun Yao blinked, about to protest—*I’m not one of them*—but the words died in her throat.

“Yun Yao, go find Tiantian. Tell her what’s happened,” Chu Tianqiu whispered urgently. “She’s with Qi Xia—he’ll know what to do. More people might need her intel soon. Get out fast and make sure she stays safe.”