A Last-Second Rescue (Third Update)

Many of the factions passing nearby kept their distance, intimidated by the Blood Sect's cruelty.

Elder Qing slowly closed her eyes. She could not count on anyone else. Rather than hope these people would lend a hand, she would be better off hoping they did not kick her while she was down.

Only one person might be able to get them out of this predicament.

In the young man's own eyes, perhaps he already considered himself "cold-blooded" and "decisive in killing."

But to people like them, who had spent years living on a knife's edge and knew how vicious the world could be, he was practically a saint. He seemed like someone raised in comfort among terrifying powers untouched by worldly strife, someone who had never seen people at the bottom fight until they were bloodied over a scrap of resources.

He appeared aloof, but in the Black-Corner Region—even across the Northwest Continent—he could fairly be called kind.

He was also the only one who would not covet a Seventh-Grade Pill.

To him, a Seventh-Grade Pill might be no more than something he could casually refine, rather than a rare treasure whose appearance would plunge countless factions into bloody conflict.

Now, all she could do was gamble.

Gamble that this great figure would take pity on her and save her in passing.

"Hold them off!"

Elder Qing slowly opened her eyes and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. She pulled out her hairpin, gritted her teeth, and looked toward Fan Lao.

"Grit your teeth, all of you! Don't take a single step back!"

With that, several green snakes formed around her. She swung the emerald-green Snake Sword in her hand at Fan Lao.

"Tch—"

Fan Lao frowned slightly. The Seventh-Grade Pill was still in the woman's possession, so he