Compared to Baxia's skill at calculation, Lu Ye was more curious how this Divination Tribe Patriarch would join forces with Ba Qiu against their enemies.
He immediately watched with great interest.
As they spoke, Baxia slowly opened his bleary eyes and looked up at Ba Qiu before him. He immediately said irritably, "No wonder I haven't been sleeping soundly lately. So it was because of you, brat."
Baxia's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally deep and resonant.
The moment those words rang out, both the combatants and the spectators were secretly alarmed.
In this world, Baxia was likely the only one who dared call Ba Qiu "brat" to his face. Yet Ba Qiu did not mind in the slightest, merely grinning. "Sorry to disturb your old man's sleep."
Baxia frowned and carefully examined Ba Qiu. "How is it that after just a few thousand years apart, the deathly aura on your face has grown so thick? This old man pinched his fingers and calculated—it seems your days are numbered!"
Blood Calamity and the others had been horrified upon seeing Baxia, and thoughts of retreat had already arisen in their hearts.
Yet upon hearing Baxia's words, their spirits lifted.
Ba Qiu's days were numbered? Could it be that this would come to pass today? Did that not mean they still had a chance?
Ba Qiu gave a cold chuckle. "You know I've never believed in that mystical nonsense of yours. In this vast Inner Realm, the one qualified to take Ba's head has not been born yet."
Baxia had already risen to his feet. He looked around, then pointed with one hand. "Then what is all this? This old man thinks your situation doesn't look too good."
While they spoke, Blood Calamity and the others' attacks grew ever more