Hou Yan had already been troubled, and hearing this only made him frown more deeply. He truly had no intention of involving himself in Shebi Village's affairs, especially in something so exceedingly sensitive. Though his earlier agreement had indeed been motivated by his own desires, deep down it still carried a hint of evasion. He did not believe that, in such a vast Million Meng Mountain, he would truly happen to encounter Xiao Mao this time.
Yet matters were often this coincidental. They really had run into him, and Hou Yan could no longer refuse. He could only dispatch his subordinates to continue pursuing the drought demon, while he himself led more than a hundred soul warriors, following Ye Yu and the dozen or so confidants at his side in a change of direction...
Qingxi Wuyu were, after all, merely ordinary soul beasts. How could they compare to soul beasts directed by soul warriors in intelligence? After circling about, they slowly returned to the mountain peak where Qie Qi was.
Qie Qi naturally had no idea where these people had come from. Seeing so many soul warriors arrive, he hurriedly rose and bowed. Yet no matter how Ye Yu and Hou Yan questioned him, Qie Qi would not reveal Xiao Mao's whereabouts in the slightest. Helpless, Hou Yan said no more, but how could Ye Yu let this go? With the slightest nod from him, A Qi immediately stepped forward and casually severed one of Qie Qi's arms, letting blood gush forth like a spring.
Qie Qi had already fainted from hunger when he first met Xiao Mao. He was weak to begin with, and now, grievously wounded, he could no longer remain standing. He collapsed onto the ground, his blood soaking even the parched mountain rocks!
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