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"You shameless woman, you were indeed waiting for the opportunity to ambush me." Fire Rat glanced sideways at the wound left on his arm; the sword strike had come too suddenly and with such speed that although he had sensed it, he could not dodge in time.
Xiang Xueer flicked the blood off her sword blade and pointed the Azure Wind Sword directly at Fire Rat's nose, sneering, "Fire Rat, don't get me wrong. I have no intention of helping him; it's just that you happen to have information I want."
Fire Rat's gaze turned cold. If this dead woman joined the fight, along with a Saint Ten-level expert outside, it would be one against three, and he would gain nothing. It seemed best to retreat for now.
Ouyang Zhentian touched his chest, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Upon hearing Xiang Xueer's voice, he immediately charged at her in anger, raising his knife indiscriminately to strike, "Get lost! If you interfere again, I'll take care of you too!"
This bastard really didn't know what was good for him. While dodging his attack, Xiang Xueer shouted, "You can't beat Fire Rat and now you're coming after me? Have you gone mad?"
Fire Rat paused for a moment before secretly laughing. He had thought these people would unite against him, but before the fight even began, they were already turning on each other. If that was the case, he would excuse himself.
He turned to escape but was immediately blocked by Lan Ran Qingtian, who had been waiting outside. "Fire Rat, where do you think you're going? Since they are both occupied, let me play with you!"
This bastard! Fire Rat's expression darkened. Lan Ran Qingtian was no pushover either. It seemed that unless he dealt with this person today, he wouldn't be able to leave. He swung his claws and sneered, "Since you're eager for death, I'll grant your wish!"
Xiang Xueer was entangled with Ouyang Zhentian while Lan Ran Qingtian resolutely decided to engage Fire Rat in a life-and-death battle. The two sides were locked in fierce combat without a moment to spare, which worried Ling Zhu and the others waiting nearby.
"What’s going on? They've been gone for two hours; why haven't they returned? Could something have happened?" Ling Zhu paced anxiously while Fat Ancestor closed his eyes and meditated. "Ling Zhu, stop moving around and calm down!"
"Ah!" Ling Zhu took a deep breath. However, Xiang Xueer and Qingtian were top experts; if they truly encountered a strong enemy, it shouldn't be too serious. It seemed he was worrying for nothing.
Duck and Gunaara were waiting as well; seeing that Reading Network and the fastest kanshu had fallen asleep under the snow falling from the sky made Ling Zhu shake his head helplessly. These carefree fellows could still sleep soundly—what a pair of oddballs! He finally sat down beside their luggage and thought, "Forget it; it's best to wait patiently and ensure these artifacts are well-guarded."
She calmed herself and sat down to meditate with Fat Ancestor. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes, startling both her and Fat Ancestor.
The two opened their eyes and exchanged glances. A stranger's presence filled the air. She slowly stood up, turned to Fat Ancestor, and said, "How about I go check it out while you guard the Ancient Artifact with the two of them?"
"Alright! Just be careful!" Fat Ancestor replied. Ling Zhu then took down the Fuxi Qin from her back and handed it to him before turning towards the direction of the bushes.
She cautiously scanned her surroundings but found no strange signs. The unusual presence had vanished. Who was the person that had been spying just now?
Since she hadn't found anything abnormal and both Shirley and Qingtian were not present, it was best not to spread their forces too thin; otherwise, they could easily fall into an ambush. She turned around to return to Fat Ancestor's side.
Suddenly, a shadow flew past her from behind. She quickly turned around, and immediately, a sharp edge of a wolf-toothed blade was pressed against her neck.
Ling Zhu broke out in a cold sweat and looked up, her heart racing in panic. She hadn't expected this person to be one of the four generals under the Demon Lord: Wolf King.
It seemed that the unusual presence earlier belonged to him. Was he here for the Ancient Artifact as well? Ling Zhu looked down at the gleaming blade against her neck, but to her surprise, Wolf King withdrew his Wolf Tooth Blade, his green eyes fixed on her, making her feel chills run down her spine.
Ling Zhu glared at Wolf King. This guy could have killed her just now but chose to put away his weapon instead. Did he intend to threaten her for the artifact?
"If you want to kill me, just do it. Don't play any tricks," Ling Zhu shouted angrily at Wolf King. To her surprise, he not only didn't get angry but instead revealed a strange smile.
He put away his Wolf Tooth Blade and examined Ling Zhu from head to toe before slowly saying, "Oh, it seems you don't know my purpose for coming here. You seem like a smart person; since that's the case, I'll get straight to the point."
Hmm? What exactly is this Wolf King up to? Is he not here to steal the artifact? She looked at him with confusion and said, "What are you scheming? Speak plainly!"
Wolf King stood with his hands behind his back, showing no signs of caution towards Ling Zhu. Instead, he turned around and leisurely said, "Actually, I am here on the orders of the Demon Lord to discuss a deal with you."
The mention of the Demon Lord made Ling Zhu furrow her brows tightly, unable to help but laugh out loud, "That's hilarious! That Demon Lord has been dead for ages, and you dare claim to be acting on his orders? That's just ridiculous!"
A glint flashed in Wolf King's green eyes as a ghostly smile crept onto his lips, startling Ling Zhu: "No, it can't be...?"
Before she could finish her thought, Wolf King walked towards Ling Zhu, then leaned down to look at her terrified face: "You foolish humans, my Demon Lord is the Ancient Divine Dragon, an immortal being. How could he possibly be killed by you idiots?"
Immortal? Ling Zhu was instantly taken aback. She had witnessed the Demon Lord die under Feng Qingyang's sword, disappearing into thin air. She never expected he was still alive.
Wolf King leaned in closer to her ear and suddenly said something that nearly drove her to the brink of collapse: "Ling Zhu, do you still want to see your husband?"
Ling Zhu widened her eyes in disbelief. What did he mean? Wasn't her husband killed by the Heart Demon? Why would Wolf King ask such a thing? Anger surged within her as she felt veins popping on her forehead. She grabbed his collar and shouted furiously, "Wolf King, what are you trying to pull? My husband is dead!"
Wolf King looked down at Ling Zhu, who was gripping his collar tightly. With a wave of his hand, he pulled her hand away and calmly turned around while smoothing out his wrinkled clothes: "At this time, if it is what the Demon Lord desires, nothing is impossible. Even if he is trapped in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, all it takes is a single finger from the Demon Lord to bring him back."
Ling Zhu clenched her fists. Indeed, the Demon Lord was a figure of great power; such matters were trivial for him. But how could he possibly return her husband so easily?
She turned and glared at Wolf King, coldly laughing: "Hmph! There's no such thing as a free lunch. The Demon Lord holding my husband's name is merely a way to make me do his bidding."
"You are indeed very clever! The Demon Lord did not misjudge you!" Wolf King approached Ling Zhu, patting her shoulder: "I’m not forcing you; you decide for yourself. At this time tomorrow, I will be waiting for you here. If you don't come, then you will never see your husband again in this lifetime!"
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