Chapter 126: I Am the Real Expert

"If you truly want to go through with this, it is not impossible, but you must be clear about the price of hiring us!"

The men beside him spoke these words to Yang Mu, who had been left utterly demoralized after being struck to the ground by Zhao Yuan.

"As long as those people are made to pay, I do not care about anything else. I can provide what you ask for, but I hope you will make them understand what it means to wish for death."

When Yang Mu spoke, a hint of cruelty flickered in his eyes. Seeing this look, those around him could not help but shiver, as if they were being stared down by a lone wolf on a snowy winter plain.

"Very well, as you wish!"

She lowered her gaze to look at his hand; the skin was so thin it barely clung to the bone, the joints prominent and heartbreakingly frail.

Yuan Yuan had come unprepared, bringing nothing of note on her journey. Her priorities for this trip were her husband’s official position, her child’s marriage, and accumulating more savings; all things considered, she had not intended to bring gifts for anyone.

I thought that after that quarrel, Zhai An and I would just remain in a cold war indefinitely, but I never expected him to be the one to initiate the divorce.

Beyond maintaining full defensive readiness, Xiao Yumiao ruthlessly summoned back her Divine Dragon Gold Sword, dealing yet another fatal blow to the Dark Night Nine-Fold.

"So, you actually saw the Saint Beast? What did it look like? Was it terrifying?" Xishuang asked incessantly.

The conversation between Xiao Yumiao and Yu Shaoze was clear and resonant; not only could the Divine Martial Imperial Guards behind them hear every word, but the middle-aged man in the black robe and his companions could hear it all perfectly as well.

"Stop, stop." Just as the Feiyu Palace fell into a deathly silence, the King of Haozang and Li Xuan, who had taken a shortcut from the direction of Haozang, arrived.

It was a pity that the Divine Dragon Pearl possessed little intelligence, and seeing Xiao Yumiao’s figure about to vanish from this space, it had no heart for anything else, let alone maintaining its haughty and arrogant demeanor.

The two of them discussed briefly, packed their bags, replaced the burning coal, extinguished the embers with water, and opened the entry and exit for the chickens beneath the wall.

She had burned the Min Palace at Wangtian Cliff; all the vital intelligence contained within was worth ten thousand deaths.

The Pocket-Watch Rabbit looked at the sky. The sky nodded gently, and the Pocket-Watch Rabbit reached out to tug at the sleeve of the Gate of Hell.

Two ripples of pale blue spiritual energy immediately manifested from her palms. The entire space began to undulate as the ripples expanded, followed by wave after wave of fluctuations appearing in the void.

But Young Master Nanhua and Jing Li both knew that while Tian Yu appeared to be a loner, she had always been accompanied by a powerful protector.

Even with Tian Yu’s immense treasures and great strength, she could not withstand an attack from so many people.

Mu Zichen recounted everything that had happened to He Wuhen, selecting only the most important details.

Chen Xing’s retort had not yet fully launched when the large student opposite him began to ramble on again. "I’ve fought her twice. Even though the record is two losses, I don’t feel I lost to her in terms of pure strength." As he spoke, he drained a glass of wine, looking deeply frustrated.

Thus, Su Yun always felt that this championship was not won by his own strength, but was something he had merely stumbled upon due to the weakness of the powerhouse teams in the Bundesliga.

If it were truly Yuan Shu summoning him, at least his life would be secure. As the saying goes, a tiger does not eat its own cubs; although Yuan Shu had never liked him as his illegitimate eldest son, he would at least not kill him, right?

Even if he knew Lan Ran’s intentions, so what? White Saber dared not delay; Emiya Shirou could lose his life at any moment.

Hearing this, the man in black turned his head, his eyes darting frantically. He dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the streak of dark light behind him. With a dull "thud," the object he had evaded struck the wall of the narrow alley and fell to the ground. It was no sword; it was clearly a pitch-black scabbard.

A cold object was pressed against her slender, fair neck—it was a sharp blade, and if she guessed correctly, it was the same one that had killed Xiao Jingxuan. If the man applied even the slightest pressure, her beautiful throat would be sliced open, the flesh would part, and a vast amount of red liquid would pour out.