Chapter 47: So Arrogant

As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere around us grew increasingly strange. Instinctively, I swallowed, my throat so parched it felt as if it were about to catch fire.

All my years of roaming the land, I had never encountered such a character. The word "ogre" churned relentlessly in my stomach. Even Meng Lianqiao, usually unflappable, was visibly unsettled; we exchanged a glance, neither of us knowing what to say.

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The two sturdy Fox Spirit men hesitated not a moment before opening the cell door, hoisting Ling Xiu onto their shoulders, and carrying him toward the infirmary.

He always kept his guard up around survivors, but when he had the ability to help, he never hesitated to act—just like now. That was Ling Xiu’s principle. And this was the price of seeking outside help: according to the original story, if not for his friends and family, he would have most certainly succumbed to darkness.

Chen Qingdi pressed one fist behind his back and brushed his chest lightly with the other, his movements fluid and effortless, completely unconcerned by Tuoba Liuyun’s anger.

“I may not have made myself clear. When I say blood, I mean human blood—fresh, living blood. Chilled blood can only keep us alive; only fresh blood can make us stronger,” Tong Chiyun said coldly.

Naturally, we were hiding in the shadows; the old man’s failing eyes couldn’t spot us. But as he drew closer, something felt off—his steps had become painfully slow.

The entire Crescent Gobi had been bombed to oblivion, transformed into the Crescent Basin. It seemed the Undead Clan would never recover.

Peace had barely returned to the Third Realm, yet now the awakened talents of every race were stirring up unrest. Truly, it was a season of turmoil. Chen Qingdi frowned, pondering how to suppress these beings in one fell swoop, so they would dare not act rashly.

Everything was unfolding just as Zhang Xiaoting had warned—the longer they delayed, the more troublesome it would become. Ji Han was immensely grateful he had listened to her and not stubbornly tried to keep things hidden.

Todd finally regained his composure, recalling that the lord before him was a mage—not only did he possess a powerful magical beast, but also a retainer who was suspected to be a swordmaster.

“Listening to all this pointless chatter,” Qin Tian dug at his ear, “can’t they just wait quietly for the Eight Desolation Ranking to begin?”

On the altar, countless ferocious and demonic creatures had been carved, and faintly, terrible roars seemed to echo from within its depths.

But Yue Ying had no time to examine these things; she needed to find out what it was that had the cultivators outside so eagerly awaiting.

He was referring to the time Old Cao was possessed. I had washed my hands of the matter, claiming ignorance. So when he asked, I hesitated—after all, back then, Mang Qingru had dealt with him as well.

At this moment, Su Yang finally understood why last time the Japanese had arrived first and kidnapped Mary—there had been a traitor, Wolf Cub, passing them information.

“What does this have to do with dance partners? And what’s this ball about, anyway?” Yue Ying was still confused.

This spatial pouch had been stolen from Lin Yixuan by Zai Yuan. Now, it was the only hope of saving Wang Shuai and Xiu Rong.

A torrent of true energy poured from her delicate form, and astonishingly, within that energy surged countless streams of sword aura! It was as though endless sword energy had fused into her true essence, its sharpness on par with the mightiest sword sovereigns.

The two of them simply sat in silence for a while. Suddenly, Su Nian sneezed, and only then did Su Ran realize she was wearing nothing but a thin nightgown.

When short on money, he never sold these high-quality jadeite stones to the gambling clans, but he had no qualms about selling them to renowned jewelers.