Chapter 477: Chapter 457 Liang Country Sword Saint
"One person for 10,000 points?"
Bai Xuan’s lips curled into a cold smile. "What a joke, what can you do with 80,000 points? It’s not enough to buy a decent Heavenly Material or Earthly Treasure."
After all, he was the genius of the Bai Family.
To be a bodyguard for these people for a mere 80,000 points—if word got out, it would ruin his reputation.
It would be better to compete for them; if luck favored him, he might even seize a victory.
"That’s highly unlikely. How about 100,000 points per person? Someone said confidently, "One person for 100,000 points, eight people make 800,000. If two more join later, wouldn’t it be a million points in the bag? Is there such an easy way to earn points in this world?"
"Exactly."
Fang He immediately agreed, "Bai Xuan, your calculations are right in front of my face. It’s just about being the vanguard and attracting the hatred of the Fierce Beasts. You think others can’t do that?"
He coughed and looked at everyone, "Everyone, I, Fang Xuan, can also give up this competition and voluntarily be the vanguard to attract the Fierce Beasts’ firepower. All I need is each of you to give me 80,000 points. How about it? Isn’t that cheaper than the guy surnamed Bai?"
"You!"
Bai Xuan was infuriated.
This guy was shameless!
This idea was clearly his first!
"Fang He, your calculations are spot on too."
Han Yan lifted his eyelids, "80,000 points per person, eight people make 640,000 points. That’s more than half the value of a Cyan Dragon Fruit, and besides,"
He eyed Fang He with some mockery, "With your strength, can you really withstand the concentrated fire of the Fierce Beasts and lead us forward?"
"Han Yan, what do you mean by that?" Fang He fumed, "Are you belittling my strength?"
"What else?"
Han Yan sneered, "Not everyone can charge to the front, attract the attacks of the Fierce Beasts, and remain unharmed. Fang He, I’m really afraid you might end up dead at the front."
"Alright, alright."
Fang He laughed in anger, glanced at the smug Bai Xuan, and then looked at Han Yan, "Han Yan, don’t just talk about others; what about yourself?"
"I admit I don’t have that ability, so I didn’t bring it up at all," Han Xu said calmly.
"Did you hear that?"
Bai Xuan seized the opportunity, "Fang He, without real skills, don’t take on porcelain chores. Otherwise, you’ll harm others and yourself."
"Tch."
Fang He sneered, turning his head to the side, "Anyway, I won’t pay 100,000 points. Whoever pays is a fool."
"Fang He is right, even 50,000 points is too high. 30,000 points per person sounds more reasonable," someone said.
"That’s right."
Several around nodded in agreement.
Evidently, Bai Xuan’s proposal still seemed valuable to them.
After all, their opponents weren’t just each other but also those hidden away.
Before reaching the destination, retaining as much strength as possible is beneficial.
"30,000?"
Bai Xuan frowned, "No, that’s too low. 40,000, 40,000 points per person, and I guarantee to get you to the center and even block the attack from the Dragon Rhinoceros for you."
"30,000 isn’t low at all. Calculating without you, we have eight people, totaling 240,000 points. 240,000—this isn’t a small sum."
"Exactly. If you’re unwilling, I’ll lead everyone instead. The Cyan Dragon Fruit may be good, but if we can’t get it, what’s the point? Better seize what’s within reach."
Hearing this, Bai Xuan felt a bit panicked.
Feigning a pained expression, he sighed deeply, "Alright, 30,000 it is. Those willing to cooperate with me, come and transfer your points. Then just follow me during the charge. Those unwilling shouldn’t muddle things; otherwise, everyone will lose face."
As he spoke, he glanced at Fang He.
"Tch."
Fang He pouted.
Just then, the ground began to shake.
"What’s happening?"
Everyone was startled, looking towards the distance.
In the distance, dust billowed, and beast roars resonated continuously.
Did someone act first?
Everyone exchanged glances, excitement flickering in their eyes.
The reason they agreed to Bai Xuan’s proposal was to have someone attract the Fierce Beasts’ attention.
Now, someone couldn’t hold back and acted first.
And the uproar was considerable, with at least tens of thousands of Fierce Beasts rampaging—this was a golden opportunity!
"Everyone, let’s go!"
Fang He, laughing heartily, rushed towards the distance.
Seeing this, the others followed suit.
Bai Xuan felt a moment of loss, but soon his eyes filled with hope.
He followed as well.
Meanwhile, figures from all directions surged towards the center.
The Fierce Beast horde was caught off guard, countless Mid to High-Level Fierce Beasts falling into pools of blood, even the Elite-level Fierce Beasts could hardly withstand a single hit.
But the Fierce Beasts quickly responded.
Under the command of multiple Commander-Level Fierce Beasts, the beast pack formed layers of defensive lines, halting the crowd’s advance.
Many slowed their steps.
Some unlucky ones had their protective shields shattered by Commander-Level Fierce Beasts, exploding into pieces.
Yet, no one cared; everyone dashed forward.
Chen Fan was also among the crowd, but he hadn’t activated his Vajra Indestructible Body. Based on the timing, it was still six to seven minutes before the Cyan Dragon Fruit truly ripened.
Even if one can rush to the central position, what then?
The challenge would likely be not just from the Beast King-level Fierce Beast but competitors from all sides.
The best approach was to quietly get close and activate the Vajra Indestructible Body right when the Cyan Dragon Fruit was about to mature, seizing it and fleeing at the fastest speed.
Of course, whether this would achieve the goal was uncertain because, as always, everyone here today was no fool; they were all shrewd.
What he could think of, others could too. Ultimately, the victor would depend not only on strength but also on luck.
Chen Fan’s thought wasn’t wrong; many had not exerted themselves fully.
Take Bai Xuan for example.
With family support, he had already practiced the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to the Great Success Realm, able to activate the Vajra Indestructible Body.
Hence, he was confident enough to charge at the front, taking on most of the Fierce Beasts’ attacks and even withstanding a hit from a Beast King-level Fierce Beast.
But this martial art consumed True Qi immensely, draining it within mere seconds.
So, naturally, he would hold this move as his ace.
Others were similar.
Until later, they realized things weren’t as simple as imagined.
From the southeast, a figure moved towards the Beast King-level Fierce Beast.
A white-robed elderly, hands behind his back, strolling leisurely.
Sword Qi surrounded him, preventing any Fierce Beast from approaching within a hundred meters; any that did was shredded to pieces.
He was like a sword thrusting into the beast horde, forcibly tearing a path.
"Young ones today, truly energetic,"
He glanced around at those battling the Fierce Beasts, a smile on his lips.
Others noticed him too, and some trembled, as if seeing a ghost.
"Roar!"
A roar echoed, a Commander-level Fierce Beast, over thirty meters tall, realizing its subordinates couldn’t handle the human, decided to act personally, swiping a paw at the elder.
But as its paw neared within a hundred meters, it was instantly shredded by Sword Qi, half of its front claw vanished.
"Roar!"
The Commander-level Fierce Beast, enraged, didn’t retreat but swung its other claw heavily.
It seemed it still wouldn’t yield.
Unfortunately, the result was unchanged.
The white-robed elder continued walking leisurely.
No matter the Fierce Beasts’ assaults, they couldn’t hinder his steps.
Witnessing this, everyone held their breath.
Even Commander-level Fierce Beasts couldn’t deal with this elder!
Who is he?
"He’s the Sword Saint."
A voice said, with deep resignation, "I didn’t expect a mere Cyan Dragon Fruit would bring him here. It seems today, we’re out of luck."
"Sword Saint?"
"Sword Saint?"
Many showed deep confusion upon hearing this.
Chen Fan was similar.
The elder’s attire had an ancient flair.
Could he be someone who’s lived for hundreds of years, like Elder Wang?
Chen Fan activated Celestial Response, instantly detecting a formidable presence, sensing a measure of danger.
Startled, he quickly shut off his senses.
As expected, the white-robed elder glanced his way.
Fortunately, there were a few others around Chen Fan.
The elder couldn’t immediately identify who peered at him, lightly snorted, and resumed his walk.
"Phew."
Chen Fan sighed in relief.
The elder’s strength was formidable, likely surpassing him now.
From his actions, it seemed even the Beast King-level Fierce Beast in the center wouldn’t pose much threat to him.
What now?
Should he give up?
Just then, voices arose around.
"You may not know, he’s the Sword Saint from Liang Country, 600 years ago. Brother to the Emperor of Liang Country, who pursued swordsmanship over the throne, passing it to his brother. His sword technique is unmatched, even 600 years later, hard to find a peer in Yan Country for swordsmanship."
The speaker was a middle-aged man.
"Sword Saint from Liang Country?"
Someone incredulously asked, "Is he from the Liang Family?"