Wang Wu felt that his demand was perfectly reasonable. A Ninth-grade Elder like him—was he really short twenty thousand strands of Mortal Qi?
Yet this time, Song Guangming made no move at all.
So had he named too high a price?
Just as he was wondering, Song Guangming appeared outside the city again and began fighting Gui Tai Zhen.
But it was not a proper fight. Sheltered by the Hidden Origin Bell the entire time, Song Guangming attacked Gui Tai Zhen with fifty percent of his strength, while Gui Tai Zhen attacked him with one hundred and twenty percent. Yet every attack was absorbed by the Hidden Origin Bell.
In the blink of an eye, Song Guangming and Gui Tai Zhen had exchanged more than a dozen rounds. The base of the Hidden Origin Bell was visibly sustaining continuous damage, warning messages popping up one after another.
Then, outside the city, Song Guangming suddenly struck to kill. In an instant, he heavily wounded Gui Tai Zhen, forcing him to flee with his tail between his legs.
Only then did he turn back toward the city and smile happily.
Idiot. I gave you a chance, but you were useless.
If Gui Tai Zhen could only barely serve as a scapegoat, then you, a second-grade deacon of the Hidden Origin Society, were a genuine, bona fide scapegoat.
At the same time, two messages lit up within Wang Wu's jade talisman.
"Warning: The base of the Hidden Origin Bell has been completely damaged after withstanding twelve attacks from an immortal artifact. Please carry out repairs immediately or apply to headquarters for repairs."
"Hidden Origin Society Ninth-grade Elder Song Guangming has reported to Hidden Origin Society headquarters that second-grade deacon Lying Flat Lord incurred Gui Tai Zhen's enmity over personal affairs, causing Gui Tai