Chapter 79: The Value of Xu Xiaoshou

Xu Xiaoshou finally opened his eyes.

So this was what a true immortal battle was like.

A casual word, a single sword strike, and Xiao Qixiu was severely wounded. The sword intent suspended the nine Great Yuan Lao in mid-air. Even Ye Xiaotian in front of him was held back.

Ye Xiaotian glanced at the nine Great Yuan Lao hanging in the void and couldn't help but mutter, "Useless in success, but experts at causing failure!"

Originally, in the plan with Sang Lao, these old fellows didn't need to get involved at all. They just had to show off and make their presence known.

Did they really think "Sheng Nu" was so easy to capture?

Crack, crack!

As he spoke in anger, the spatial cracks widened. Before the masked man could say anything, Xu Xiaoshou quickly interjected, "Don't be impulsive—impulsiveness is the devil!"

Ye Xiaotian: "..."

Masked man: "..."

The nine Great Yuan Lao, suspended in the air, seemed to have lost face, but their attributes weren't strong. They were all quite conventional and couldn't escape the masked man's remote control.

"Don't worry about us. 'Sheng Nu' must be executed by anyone who encounters him. Capture him and send him to the Sheng Shen Hall—this is for the greater good!" one of the Yuan Lao said.

The masked man's eyes turned cold at once. "Executed by anyone? Are we close? Did I kill your whole family?"

With a wave of his hand, endless raindrops transformed into sword energy, instantly piercing through the speaking old man's body and turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

Ye Xiaotian's eyelids twitched wildly.

"You..." Another nearby Yuan Lao couldn't stand it and angrily shouted, "If you've got the guts..."

"Annoying!"

The masked man turned his head toward him, and in an instant, the raindrops formed swords that pierced through him, creating a second blood-soaked figure in the void.

Now, no one dared to speak. Not only did the other seven suspended Yuan Lao fall silent, but even the enforcement officers on the ground, who had been chattering, quieted down.

A hint of mockery flashed in the masked man's turbid eyes as he slowly said, "Can't afford to lose one while saving another."

He waved his hand again, and the rain swords swept through, turning the remaining seven old men into blood-soaked figures as well.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned—this masked man was really bold...

Now that was what true recklessness looked like!

"You..." Ye Xiaotian could no longer hold back and was about to erupt.

The masked man immediately turned back and stepped away. "Don't be impulsive—impulsiveness is the devil!"

He added, "I still have ten hostages."

Ye Xiaotian: "..."

He glared fiercely at Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou was baffled. Why glare at me? I didn't do it.

Besides, they really couldn't afford to act impulsively right now. Those old men deserved to die, but I just came back to life—I don't want to die again.

He thought about complaining, but remembering the masked man's "annoying," he quickly chose to keep his mouth shut.

The masked man glanced at him and chuckled, "You're quite interesting. You can speak."

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou replied sullenly, "I don't want to speak. Just treat me like a fart and let me go."

"Your big bosses are fighting; my existence has no value at all."

The masked man patted his head and said, "Don't belittle yourself—you're very valuable."

"Receiving praise, passive value +1."

Xu Xiaoshou was going crazy. He didn't want to get dragged into this and had no idea what his value was.

He just wanted to go back to sleep!

Or, even if not sleeping, going back to build a house would be fine!

Here...

He looked down at the barely remaining E Hu Lake...

It was so high, so cold, and so terrifying!

"What exactly do you want?" Ye Xiaotian looked at the masked man, trying his best to suppress his anger, afraid that if he lost control, he might shatter the sky.

"I just want to take one thing, and then I'll leave."

"There's nothing in the Ling Gong that belongs to you!"

The masked man laughed. "Whatever I want is mine."

Ye Xiaotian took a deep breath. The masked man persisted and lifted the young boy in his hand.

"This person is also quite interesting. Can I have him as a gift?"

Xu Xiaoshou was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell—a gift? I'm a person, not something you can give away!

Besides, I don't want to leave the Ling Gong! I've only won one championship here, and I haven't left more legends yet!

Ye Xiaotian glanced at the young boy and said, "You can have this person. But you have to release the other nine and promise never to come to Tian Sang Ling Gong again."

Xu Xiaoshou: ???

A hint of thought appeared in the masked man's eyes, as if he was considering the proposal.

Before he could speak, a thunderous roar echoed through the void.

"Ye Xiaotian, you son of a bitch, shut your mouth for this old man!"

As the words fell, it was like scorching sunlight, evaporating the rain and distorting the void.

The accumulated water on the ground evaporated instantly, and the paths dried up and cracked.

A terrifying scorching aura rose, making the enforcement officers around E Hu Lake sweat profusely, both from cold and heat, filled with shock.

An elderly figure, leaning on a bamboo hat, appeared in front of the trio in the void. His large dark circles immediately fixed on Xu Xiaoshou.

"Sang Lao?"

Except for Xu Xiaoshou, the other two wore expressions of expected inevitability.

Ye Xiaotian quietly rolled his eyes. This old guy really had to be pushed before showing up.

"I won't waste words."

Sang Lao pointed at the young boy in the masked man's hand. "Give me this person. As for the other nine, kill them if you want. After that, we can start the next round of negotiations."

The nine Great Yuan Lao: ???

Xu Xiaoshou was so moved that tears almost welled up.

He used to think this dead old man was eccentric and self-centered, but now those dark circles seemed incredibly endearing.

Listen to that—that's what a real human would say!

Unlike a certain inner court head, who could just give away an outer court champion like that!

As he pondered, he felt the masked man holding him even tighter, and a chilling voice came to his ear: "You really do have value."

Xu Xiaoshou's heart trembled. He looked at Sang Lao, his eyes screaming "help."

Sang Lao looked at Xu Xiaoshou and gave his familiar hee-hee smile: "Don't worry, as long as you have one breath left, this old man can bring you back."

Xu Xiaoshou instinctively panicked at that smile. What was this dead old man up to?

Don't do anything rash!

Upon hearing this, the masked man hugged the young boy and retreated explosively.

"Think you can escape?"

Sang Lao smirked, reached out his hand, and the masked man's retreating figure halted, trembling violently.

"Chen Zhao Tian Fen?"

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank suddenly, feeling a surge of scorching energy flow from the masked man's body into his own flesh.

Boom!

The scorching heat exploded inside him, then wildly burned him. This pain was over a hundred times worse than when he refined the "Chen Zhao Huo Zhong."

"Cough, cough!"

Smoke billowed from his throat, and the blood he tried to cough up evaporated in his mouth.

His skin cracked open, moisture drained away, and Xu Xiaoshou felt his life force rapidly fading. Darkness enveloped everything before his eyes.

So this was the real "Chen Zhao Tian Fen"?

My previous "burning people alive" was just child's play...

His consciousness blurred bit by bit. In his final moment, he seemed to hear the masked man's slightly panicked voice.

"The person is yours, but take back the fire!"