Hu Yifei's face showed murderous intent, but Long Chen's formidable soul power also made him alert.
He could tell that Long Chen was a super powerhouse. Such a powerhouse couldn't be without a background; he had to first probe Long Chen's background.
Seeing Hu Yifei's question, before Long Chen could answer, Mo Nian stepped forward and said, "We provide funeral services. If you have any needs in this area, you can contact us anytime." "
What nonsense?" Hu Yifei clearly had never heard of funeral services and retorted coldly.
Seeing that Hu Yifei didn't understand, Mo Nian patiently explained, "Just by looking at how handsome you look, I can tell you grew up living a peaceful life."
But as the old saying goes, the sky is unpredictable, and people have their fortunes and misfortunes at any moment. Even sects have their own cycles of decline, prosperity, and decline.
If one day your sect declines and many people die, you can come to us. We provide one-stop service.
Such as feng shui reading, measuring grave plots, making paper figurines, painting coffins, pretending to be filial sons, and crying for nothing... In short, whatever you can think of, we have it; whatever you cannot, we have too.
Reasonable fees, first-class service, honest operation, honest business, honest deception for all ages..."
"Shut up, your sect will decline, and so many people will die." Hu Yifei roared, interrupting Mo Nian's rambling. Mo Nian had actually started cursing the Iron Blood Sect—how could he possibly hold back?
Mo Nian still spoke in the tone of a businessman: "Don't get angry. Even if the deal fails, we have a sense of righteousness. In this business, who doesn't need to be needed?" Besides, with your current attitude, I think the chances of you needing me are very high. "
Courting death!"
Hu Yifei was furious. With a wave of his hand, he wielded a sharp sword. As the long sword was drawn, the temperature of the surrounding space dropped rapidly, and a chilling killing intent began to spread. Clearly, he was furious to the extreme.
"Hu Yifei, your Ironblood Sect came to the East Gate to cause trouble—do you not take our Zichen Sect seriously?"
At that moment, a group of people appeared. Among them were the city guards who had previously dealt with Mo Nian and the others, but now they were standing behind a woman.
The woman wore purple clothes, her hair tied up high. Though beautiful, her features were cold and cold, as if covered by a layer of frost, making it hard to look directly.
That sentence just now was spoken by the woman in purple. Her voice was cold and stiff, and she took a graceful step, heading straight toward them.
"Looks like this woman is a master of the Zichen Sect. Heh, now things are getting interesting." Mo Nian chuckled.
"What?" Long Chen was puzzled.
"This Demon-Subduing City has four major city guards, each guarding the eastern, southern, western, and northernmost districts. The Zichen Sect is responsible for the East City, while the Iron Blood Sect is responsible for the West City.
I've long heard that the Zichen Sect and the Iron Blood Sect don't get along well. No wonder that city guard didn't take back my Demon-Subduing Token—it seems they want to use us. "Mo Nian said to Long Chen.
Hearing this, Long Chen suddenly understood. It turned out the two of them had been used as pawns, and with Hu Yifei and the others arriving, this news might even have been deliberately leaked to them by the Zichen Sect.
Long Chen and Mo Nian exchanged a glance, both of them chuckling. They hadn't expected someone to have designs on them. Now things were getting interesting.
Hu Yifei snorted coldly, "Lu Ziqiong, your Zichen Sect is unfair in handling affairs, favoring others, and it's outrageous. These two ..."
The woman known as Lu Ziqiong interrupted him directly, saying coldly, "Shut your mouth. Our Zichen Sect doesn't need anyone to interfere. If you're dissatisfied, you can appeal to the Demon Subduing Division." Right and wrong will be decided by the Demon-Subduing Division.
You bared like a mad dog on my Zichen Sect's territory—are you bullying me because I have no one left? "
Clap clap ..."
As soon as Lu Ziqiong finished speaking, applause from Long Chen and Mo Nian immediately broke out. Mo Nian gave a thumbs-up and said,
"Well said. He looks like a mad dog. The girl uses the right words, describes her precisely, and hits the nail on the head—truly admirable."
Long Chen also praised, "This 'Barking Wildly' is even more vivid and vivid, commendable, thought-provoking, and thought-provoking." Long
Chen and Mo Nian exchanged their words, and the cold-faced Lu Ziqiong couldn't help but glance at the two, while the city guards behind Lu Ziqiong bit their lips tightly, afraid they might burst out laughing.
For the first time in their lives, Yutong and Yufei had encountered such a situation. Long Chen and Mo Nian's expressions were extremely exaggerated—how could they possibly hold back? But she couldn't laugh out loud, so she desperately covered her face with her hands to hide her smile.
But Hu Yifei didn't find it funny. His face was ashen, he was shaking with anger, his fists cracking, and his sword twitched as if he had epilepsy.
"You're not trying to bite me, are you?" Mo Nian looked at Hu Yifei with a face full of surprise.
"Get lost!"
Hu Yifei roared like thunder, waves of energy surging violently—clearly, he was about to go mad with rage.
"It stinks,"
Mo Nian and Guo Ran almost pinched their noses at the same time, fanning themselves with their hands. Mo Nian said with a look of disdain.
"This breath is even worse than athlete's foot." Long Chen added.
"Crack, crack, crack... The
blue brick beneath Hu Yifei's feet cracked and even appeared. At this moment, he was on the verge of losing control, but a trace of reason still restrained his actions.
"Lu Ziqiong, you covered for them and broke the rules of Demon Suppression City. I will definitely report this to the Demon Suppression Division.
But let's set today's matter aside for now. I, Hu Yifei, am officially challenging you. Do you dare to accept the challenge? Hu Yifei shouted angrily and threw out a nameplate.
As soon as the nameplate appeared, all the powerful figures present exclaimed in surprise. Hu Yifei's nameplate was also adorned with golden patterns, clearly a golden demon-subduing token.
According to the rules of Fumo City, fighting is forbidden within the city. If there is a grudge that cannot be resolved, a challenge can be initiated on the arena to settle the dispute.
"As you wish,"
Lu Ziqiong snorted coldly, waved her jade hand, and a beam of golden light flew past.
"Another golden demon-subduing talisman." People exclaimed, "The legendary golden demon-subduing talisman, including Mo Nian's, now has three pieces."
"Is everyone this perverted?"
Long Chen's eyes nearly popped out. If Mo Nian could single-handedly slay a Heavenly Saint-level monster, he would accept it. But now, these two had also killed a Heavenly Saint-level monster. For the first time, Long Chen felt a deep sense of unwillingness.
"Don't take it so seriously." Mo Nian said softly.
"What?"
"It's true that he killed a Heavenly Saint-level monster alone, but no one said he had to fight head-on, right?" Mo Nian reminded her.
"You mean..." Long Chen opened his mouth wide.
"Poisoning, setting up formations, ambushes—any method is fine, but you can also wait for opportunities, like taking advantage of their breeding and mating... Hehe..." Mo Nian chuckled.
"Damn!" Only then did Long Chen suddenly understand, and he felt much more balanced inside.
Long Chen thought he had unknowingly become a frog at the bottom of a well. This blow was too great, but thanks to Mo Nian's explanation, Long Chen finally understood what was going on.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, two golden plaques overlapped, followed by an emotionless voice:
"Three hours after the decisive battle, arena number thirty-seven will begin."