Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 422 -422 Supreme Immortal Path (25)

While they were talking, more clutter fell from above into the blood pool, splashing the bloody water.

A faint blood-colored mist rose from the surface of the blood pool.

Bang—

Xi Lan also crashed to the ground.

She looked around quickly and got to her feet…

Chuzheng burst out and kicked her.

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“Chuzheng!”

Xi Lan, furious, formed her fingers into claws and struck back at Chuzheng.

The two exchanged blows at the edge of the blood pool.

The mist over the blood pool grew thicker, and Chuzheng could barely see anything but the crimson fog in front of her.

In the middle of the blood pool, a black silhouette slowly became visible.

“Ha ha ha ha…”

The sinister laughter spread through the mist.

It echoed distantly, as if coming from Hell, chilling to the bone and sending shivers down the spine.

“My lord!” Xi Lan immediately turned around, her face full of joy.

The lord had really emerged!

“Who art thou!”

The black silhouette wavered, drifting toward Xi Lan.

Xi Lan, excited, watched as if a devout follower had finally seen their deity, with earnest reverence.

“My lord, I am your follower,” Xi Lan said, bowing her head in devotion.

Her knees bent slightly as if she was about to kneel, but the next moment, she suddenly flew outwards.

Something dragged her…

But what it was, Xi Lan had no clue.

She just felt that her arms and legs were powerless.

The thing dragging her pulled her high into the air, and then suddenly let go.

Xi Lan’s body whooshed downward in a fall.

Xi Lan’s expression turned dark. She stabilized herself as the sound of the air being split came from behind her, and the immediate danger made her hairs stand on end, prompting her to unleash an attack instinctively.

In the flash of an eye, she saw who had attacked her.

Chuzheng!

This damned woman, interrupting her connection with the lord at this time.

Damn it!

The blood-colored mist in front of her grew denser, blocking Xi Lan’s sight, forcing her to attack based on instinct alone.

Xi Lan gathered her strength, preparing to deal Chuzheng a deadly blow, yet the next second, the mist in front of her cleared and the attack sped towards the black shadow rising from the blood pool.

Xi Lan’s complexion shifted dramatically.

The shadow above the blood pool shook violently as the attack hit the blood, splashing blood everywhere.

“Impudence!” came a thunderous reprimand, fueled by rage.

“My lord!” Xi Lan turned pale with fear, “I didn’t mean to, it was her… it was…”

Xi Lan looked around, but Chuzheng was nowhere to be seen.

“Is this how thou followest me?” Du Hui sneered.

“No,” Xi Lan said, anxious to explain, “someone attacked me just now; I didn’t mean to attack you, my lord.”

“Oh?”

Du Hui’s tone was mocking and drawn out.

“Where is this person?”

Person…

She had just seen someone, but in the blink of an eye, they had disappeared?

Xi Lan’s heart pounded like a drum. She asked cautiously, “My lord, didn’t you see anything?”

“See what?” Du Hui was clearly becoming impatient, “Art thou playing games with me?”

“…”

Impossible!

She had been standing right there; how could the lord not have seen her?

“My lord, there’s someone else here, didn’t you really see them? You have to believe me…”

The shadowy figure became more humanoid, now with limbs, and it raised its hand slightly, pressing down.

Xi Lan stopped speaking abruptly.

“Dost thou doubt me?”

Du Hui was not pleased at all. What kind of follower was this, daring to question him?

What he did not see, he did not see!!

“I wouldn’t dare…”

Feeling the pressure emanating from Du Hui, Xi Lan trembled and couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“Hmph.”

Xi Lan bowed her head even lower.

In her mind, she was tearing Chuzheng to pieces, also wondering how Chuzheng had managed not to be detected by the lord…

“My Lord!” Xi Lan suddenly looked up, “Can you feel the presence of a power very similar to yours nearby?”

Chuzheng’s body contains the power of the Lord, so the Lord must be able to feel it.

This time Du Hui fell silent for a while.

He indeed felt a power very familiar to him, as if it had split from his own body.

It was nearby.

Very close to him.

Yet he could not see it.

At that moment, Chuzheng and Xue Yuan were standing not far away, surrounded by silver threads.

Xue Yuan looked curiously at these threads.

“What are these?”

“Threads.”

He could obviously see they were threads, but what kind of threads?

Xue Yuan: “What kind of threads? Your Life-bound Magic Weapon?”

“Life-bound Magic Weapon?”

Xue Yuan skeptically: “No?”

Chuzheng: “No.”

Xue Yuan: “…”

If they’re not the Life-bound Magic Weapon, then what are they?

They are so powerful, that old Du Hui can’t even see them.

Xue Yuan’s eyes whirled, suddenly eager to try something.

Completely ignoring the Yin Xian.

“Do you think if I go and hit him now, will he notice me??”

“You want to hit him?”

“Mhm.”

Little Fox nodded frantically.

Why wouldn’t he want to?

He’d wanted to for a long time.

“Why.”

“What do you mean why, I just want to hit him,” Xue Yuan said with complete conviction in his crimson eyes.

…” Chuzheng was silent for two seconds: “Can you win?”

Xue Yuan immediately bristled.

“Who are you looking down on! I, who have fought unrivaled under the heavens, lose to that old man? You must be joking!”

Chuzheng’s gaze circled around him.

As if to say: You’ve fallen to this state and still claim to fight unrivaled under the heavens?

Xue Yuan, furious, stamped his feet: “Let me tell you, don’t you underestimate me. Had you not taken advantage of my weakened state, would I fear you?”

Taking advantage of someone’s misfortune.

What kind of hero do you think you are!!

Shameless!

Chuzheng’s face remained cold: “You are not human.”

Xue Yuan: “…”

Chuzheng reached out and pulled a Yin Xian, winding it around Xue Yuan’s paw: “Go on.”

Xue Yuan felt a chill on his paw.

The Yin Xian was gradually disappearing into the air, leaving no trace to be found.

“Is this it?” Xue Yuan was a bit suspicious: “You’re not planning to harm me, are you?”

Chuzheng gave him a sidelong glance: “I wouldn’t harm anyone, least of all you.”

Do I have a death wish?

Is the Good Person Card something that can be harmed so easily?

Xue Yuan: “…”

Xue Yuan hung his head, as that sentence echoed in his ears like a curse.

His heartbeat quickened.

Thump, thump…

There was a sense of inexplicable anxiety at the bottom of Xue Yuan’s heart; he didn’t know what was going on with himself but it was just…

An indescribable, vague feeling.

Sigh.

Xue Yuan, not daring to look at Chuzheng, darted toward Du Hui.

If Xue Yuan had turned back at that moment, he would have seen the pained expression on Chuzheng’s face and the sweat seeping from her cheeks.

Her body swayed slightly, slipping towards the ground as if she was drained of strength.

As Xue Yuan approached Du Hui, Du Hui indeed had no reaction whatsoever, still conversing with Xi Lan.

“Since thou art my follower,” Du Hui spoke in a deep voice, “then offer thy body to me.”

Xi Lan’s eyes widened in disbelief: “My Lord…”

“What, art thou unwilling?”