"Don't misunderstand, everyone. This was a fair deal, silver and goods settled on the spot. I spent a hundred thousand Spirit Stones to buy the sacrifice. Once we get out, you can all bear witness for me."
...Good heavens, a hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Sect disciples and descendants of Aristocratic Clans naturally did not care about such a sum, but for Rogue Cultivators, it was already enough to make them brave fire and water.
Wen Xu had no time to pay attention to Huang Youxi anymore. The moment Xue Qingmu saw the Evil God Temple, he lost control and fainted again. Worse still, his body rapidly mutated, turning into a blue-faced, fang-toothed monster in the span of a breath.
"He..."
Chen Zui had only just spoken when "Xue Qingmu" suddenly opened his eyes. His formerly dark pupils turned blood-red in an instant, carrying malice no one could ignore. He looked over everyone present before his gaze finally settled on blindfolded Wen Xu.
"Was it you who brought my divine envoy back to my side?"
Even Xue Qingmu's formerly honest voice had turned cold and eerie. He licked the corner of his lips, looking ready to slaughter everyone in sight. "Since that is so, I'll start with you. You smell wonderful. You must be very delicious."
Wen Xu: ...
But before Wen Xu could move, Chen Zui rushed forward with his blade. "If you want to touch him, ask my blade whether it agrees first!"
Initial Intent
Chen Zui's blade had always charged straight ahead, never knowing hesitation. Even with his spiritual power sealed, the difference was not that great to him.
"Xue Qingmu" had not expected that moments after he finished making threats, some greenhorn would come straight at him with a blade. At first, he did not recognize him.