Chapter 900: Chapter 898: Rotten Flesh (19) Chapter 900: Chapter 898: Rotten Flesh (19) Look, this is what I call the basic quality of being involved in the underworld!
Fu Qian could guarantee that the title “Grand Fate Ming Emperor” would be known by the old man for no more than ten hours, yet he managed to express his admiration without changing his expression.
Facing an unapologetic punch swung at him, Fu Qian still showed great appreciation.
Moreover, the old man was a Fourth Order Transcendent, the highest-ranked amongst the group.
Such a resolute strike was enough to prove that the big shots had reached a considerable consensus–to kill him, the troublemaker, here with utmost efficiency and ensure Jiang En’s ritual was undisturbed.
And that seemingly ordinary fist, once swung, transformed in an instant into a golden, weighty hue as though it were cast from bronze.
Combined with the image of a sage, and aimed at Fu Qian, who exuded an aura of ham, the scene was absolutely a depiction of subduing demons.
In fact, the punch seemed to carry some sort of mental influence, making one involuntarily want to give up resisting on first glance.
Someone with a weaker will might have long surrendered and confessed their guilt.
Unfortunately, that was just an effect speculated by Fu Qian based on his feelings; such emotions would never appear in him.
The next moment, the old man’s punch, destined to succeed, struck nothing but air.
His target had, in some inexplicable way, appeared behind the original spot, evading the blow.
“Truly as renowned, the Ming King indeed has many tricks!”
The old man’s face showed no loss, but instead, he sighed deeply.
“What a pity, if you would accept the invitation and with our help, your achievements would be boundless.”
“I accept.”
Before the old man finished speaking, Fu Qian promptly responded.
“…You accept?”
This unexpected stance almost made the old man lose his composed demeanor.
“Yes.”
Fu Qian’s tone sounded utterly sincere.
“You’re with Brother Daneta, right? I thought it over carefully when I went back yesterday. Although he was interrupted midway, his points were quite valid so I’ve decided to accept this invitation.”
“Ming King jokes. With your exceptional talent and pride, how could you possibly appreciate our little enlightenment?”
While the old man was at a loss, a more familiar voice arose.
Fu Qian looked up to see it was Daneta, who had faked his death to escape.
He was standing on top of a nearby building, holding a crossbow glowing with the light of dawn, already aimed at him.
And he was not the only one.
Near Daneta, and around Fu Qian–left, right, front, and back–nearly twenty Middle Superhumans were stationed, having completely surrounded the area.
Not only that, like the elder in front of him, everyone exuded an indescribable sense of sanctity and purity, forming a stark contrast with himself.
They were all here!
With a single glance, Fu Qian knew that all the attendees from yesterday’s underground meeting had arrived.
Indeed, Brother Daneta was just one of them.
But he alone had not appeared at the trade meeting…
Worried about being recognized?
“Surprised to see me again?”
Amid his thoughts, Daneta smiled smugly.
“A little.”
Arguing with Fu Qian was akin to seeking death, and the next moment it was met with a cold snort.
“To think a loser who couldn’t even win with a sneak attack dares to show up before Sa Jia again, the thickness of your skin is indeed a bit surprising.”
“Don’t waste words on him, the Night Watchman may find out any moment.”
Under Fu Qian’s sharp critique, Daneta’s face seemed unable to hang on, and at this time someone in the crowd was already urging action.
“I know.”
Gritting his teeth slightly, Daneta watched Fu Qian, who was still focusing ahead, and coldly smiled.
“Having heard what was just said, is the Ming King trying to buy time? Trust me, it’s pointless.”
He gestured around.
“Do you smell something strange? Don’t worry, it’s just you slowly rotting away.”
“This is the Peeling Realm, bolstered by numerous wills. Anyone who enters can see their own filth clearly; it’s not easy to leave.”
The Peeling Realm?
So, everyone else is just a dirty sack of skin, and you all think you’re like Saints?
That should be called the Polished Skin Realm instead.
Despite his comments, Daneta wasn’t lying; the bizarre strength of this realm was indeed pretty impressive, even carrying a hint of divinity.
As for the rotting, though he could feel it was negatively affecting his condition, according to this rate, Fu Qian figured he could continue to rot for another year or so.
“Of course, your move just now was quite interesting. Unfortunately, it’s a pity that what follows isn’t a one-on-one fair fight.”
Fu Qian didn’t speak, and this seemed to embolden Daneta.
“Sorry, although I think highly of you, Ming King, now really isn’t the right time. It’s truly unfortunate.”
At this moment, the elder who had attacked first also spoke in a calm tone.
Not the right time? That phrase carried a bit of a sinister undertone.
Fu Qian nodded slightly, looking at the group of people surrounding him.
“Come at me all at once, what do I have to fear?”
Truly oblivious to death…
His arrogance no doubt stirred the emotions of the Big Shot Group, and a dark gleam suddenly burst forth.
Under Daneta’s lead, a group of people each unleashed their skills to subdue demons and vanquish evil.
Sadly, all these efforts, including another punch from the elder, hit nothing but air.
In front of Blood Conquest, without the level of targeting inherent to Xiumeng, hitting Fu Qian was extremely difficult.
And as his figure vanished again, Fu Qian unexpectedly appeared next to Daneta, his hand placed on the latter’s head.
Surprisingly, Daneta, despite facing death, showed no fear on his face and even triggered his crossbow again.
A not-yet-fully-formed Black Arrow exploded between him and Fu Qian, and simultaneously, numerous other attacks covered the area, the group apparently giving no consideration to Daneta’s life or death.
Naturally, Fu Qian wouldn’t be polite either; as his fingers tightened like an iron clamp, the pleasing sound of a cracking skull filled the air, and his figure vanished once again.
Of course, he was still grazed by some attacks, so when he appeared again, his special-made trench coat was riddled with holes.
“I knew you would come.”
Opposing him was Daneta, his face covered in bloodstains, but his head intact.
“You know nothing of true power.”
The situation finally got a bit interesting.
Fu Qian also looked quite satisfied at this scene.
Merely the Polished Skin Realm coupled with a righteous mob beating hardly did justice to his prior arrangements and performances.
He had undoubtedly crushed Daneta’s head earlier, but this man had resumed normalcy in a blink of an eye, which was truly miraculous!
As for how it was accomplished?
Fu Qian looked in another direction, at an elderly lady.
If he was not mistaken, this should be the one who sold Fangthroat to Jiang En.
At this moment, the Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist’s face was also covered in fine bloodstains, as if her head had been shattered and then glued back together.
Further away, she was not the only one, just the most severely affected.
Damage transfer? Soul chains?
The relationships among this group were unusually tight indeed.