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Xuanmu's slightly pale complexion could not escape Chaotic's keen observation. As one of the Four Fiends, he embodied the essence of all evil in the world, able to sense even the slightest negative emotions in any living being. Naturally, Xuanmu's worries were no exception, even though he had never opened his eyes throughout this encounter.
Feeling that he had grasped some crucial points, Chaotic was filled with delight and feigned an air of confidence. Cunning as he was, he understood that to gain the upper hand in negotiations, it was essential not to show any signs of weakness.
"Old man, you seem to hold quite a bit of influence among this crowd. That little brat appears to be a junior you value greatly. How about we call it a truce for his safety and future? Open the Embalming Coffin Realm and let me leave. I promise not to trouble your Embalmer clan again!"
Of course, while saying this, Chaotic's mind was already racing with thoughts of finding an opportunity to eliminate these pathetic human Embalmers later on.
His words plunged the prominent figures present into deep contemplation. Qian Mo's position was absolutely critical and could not be compromised. Although the Boundary Induction ritual had been thrown into chaos, they could always redo it. With his talent, he would surely find another suitable Boundary Soul, making the loss somewhat bearable. The most pressing concern was that Xuanmu and his group had already suffered significant damage due to the Soul Melding and Spirit Building Technique. The only one still somewhat intact, Qian Xuan, had become weakened after transferring too much vitality to Qian Mo.
Searching around the room, they found no one left with complete combat capability. With such a lineup, even if they were Embalmers with soul power, they had little confidence in eliminating Chaotic within the time limit reinforced by the bloodline amplification secret technique in the Embalming Coffin Realm. After all, he was Eternal Unique, the First of the Four Fiends, who even the Heavenly Dao feared during his lifetime!
Given his earlier strange methods, no one dared to assume what terrifying abilities he still possessed.
Thus, a peculiar stalemate ensued. Chaotic feared that if the Embalmer forces pressed forward, they might engage him in a desperate fight within the Embalming Coffin Realm. After all, the Embalmers specialized in spirit power; having absorbed the First of the Four Fiends would yield unimaginable benefits!
On the other hand, Xuanmu and his group were uncertain about their ability to restrain Chaotic. If this arrogant brat decided to go down fighting and something happened to their hard-won Qian Mo, they would have nowhere to cry for help!
However, while these meticulous adults pondered their next move, twelve-year-old Qian Mo could hardly tolerate being insulted by Chaotic's taunts as he called him a little asshole.
"You’re the asshole! Your whole family are assholes!" Although Chaotic had no blood relatives... cursing like this made Qian Mo feel a bit better.
Unwilling to simply watch as both sides reached an agreement and allowed Chaotic to leave unscathed, Qian Mo thought of his only trump card—the Otherworldly Ink Pen!
Hey! I’ve fed you so much blood; you should at least finish what you started! Do you have any tricks up your sleeve? Hurry up and show them! That asshole almost turned you—my only contract master for thousands of years—into a useless wreck!
Qian Mo himself didn’t understand why he instinctively tried to communicate with the Golden Patterned Jade Brush in his hand through sheer willpower.
Because this... seemed too cliché!
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