What Is a Dead Man Babbling About?

"Kong Wudao?"

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Shanyu Xiong's expression froze. Then he swept a gloomy gaze over the crowd.

Kong Wudao, Miao Kongzi, Qi Sheng, Jiang Shengtian, Jiao Liang'er, Li Qingying?

Everyone here was a renowned Rogue Cultivator of the Northern Frontier. Had they gone mad today, daring to provoke him?

"Are you lot looking to die?!"

Shanyu Xiong's tone was icy. The experts around him instantly gathered together. Though they did not know why these Rogue Cultivators had suddenly struck, their appearance made it clear—they had come with ill intent.

In response to Shanyu Xiong's question, Kong Wudao let out a cold laugh.

"Provoke you? What the hell are you? I was entrusted by someone this time, and you really can't take these two away today."

A ruler appeared in Kong Wudao's hand, wreathed in violent literary qi. In an instant, terrifying storms began to rise all around them.

"Entrusted by someone?"

Hearing this, Shanyu Xiong immediately looked toward Bai Yu.

"You're that alchemist?"

"The Geng Earth Tribe has always kept out of your way."

Shanyu Xiong narrowed his eyes. He had seen Bai Yu at the previous exchange gathering. He had not been particularly interested in Bai Yu or Luo Shuang to begin with. After all, rashly offending someone like that could easily bring trouble upon him. He was not some fool like Huyan Yanhuo.

Yet he had not gone looking for trouble with the other party, and Bai Yu had come to meddle in his affairs instead. Did he really think that being an alchemist meant he could act without restraint?

"That's true. We were supposed to keep out of each other's way, but isn't this a coincidence? I've taken a liking to these two women too, so why don't you yield them to