Fifty Bandits

"Let's go!"

The black-robed woman beckoned to Murong Qingcheng, her manner kindly.

"Ye Chen."

Murong Qingcheng took a few steps forward, then turned back to look at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled. "Go! With your talent, in the Chaotic Demon Sea, three to five years should be enough for you to become a Human-Demon King. Then, you and I can roam the stars together and explore the world."

"Mm!"

Murong Qingcheng nodded and walked resolutely to the black-robed woman's side.

A gratified expression appeared on the black-robed woman's face. The Human-Demon Clan might appear powerful, but their numbers were too few. Compared to the entire human race, they were insignificant. Every bit of additional strength meant another bit of hope for preserving themselves. She was confident she could cultivate Murong Qingcheng into a pillar of the Human-Demon Clan.

"Let's go!"

With a wave of the black-robed woman's hand, a skyful of black flower petals drifted down. Then they suddenly surged together, wrapping her and Murong Qingcheng within. In the next instant, they transformed into a black speck of light and vanished.

"Hmph!"

The black-clad elder cast Ye Chen a cold glance before disappearing as well.

"Fortunately, it was settled peacefully. Otherwise, I'm afraid our chances of surviving would have been slim." The Primal Emperor Image gave a bitter smile.

Taking a deep breath, as though to expel the bitterness of Murong Qingcheng's departure, Ye Chen turned around and respectfully said to the Primal Emperor Image, "Thank you for your help, Senior. Ye Chen will never forget it." Though he did not believe the Human-Demon Emperor had come specifically to kill him—perhaps she truly had come to stop the black-clad elder, as she claimed—regardless, the Primal Emperor Image's help had been real.

The Primal Emperor Image said, "There's no need for