Chapter 567: Zi Ji: Bi Ji, you are no longer acting like a saint, do you want to be a beast traitor, Bi Ji?
Chapter 567: Zi Ji: Bi Ji, you are no longer acting like a saint, do you want to be a beast traitor, Bi Ji?
With Zi Ji’s appearance, Da Ming’s eyelids jumped wildly, and he crossed half a step forward without hesitation, his huge ox head and python body blocking the front.
Er Ming’s iron tower-like towering body moved horizontally, blocking tightly in front of Lin Qingmo like a thick city wall.
Ah Yin bit her lower lip tightly, her fair fingertips digging deeply into her palms.
The Blue Silver Emperorbloodline within her body was frantically sounding alarms.
The exploration team of one human and three Soul Beasts acted as if facing a formidable enemy.
Everyone clearly felt the terror of??? the newcomer.
This woman’s cultivation was at least 100,000 years and above, or even higher.
That aura of the pure-blood Dragon Race, which was fierce, brutal, and regarded all living things as ants, pricked people’s skin with pain.
Zi Ji looked down from above, her dark purple vertical pupils rolling around.
Her gaze swept across this weird combination on the shore.
A tender-skinned human who hadn’t even touched the threshold of a Titled Douluo.
Two 100,000-Year Soul Beasts ruling the outer areas of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Plus a Blue Silver Emperor that had just transformed not long ago.
This scene was too comical, simply challenging the bottom line of her cognition.
"Heh."
Zi Ji directly sneered out loud.
Her voice was bone-meltingly seductive, making people’s bones feel soft, yet it carried the sharpness of a blade.
"Having lived for over 100,000 years, this is the first time I’ve seen a human and a Soul Beast team up."
"How truly rare."
She stepped barefoot on the water’s surface without stirring even a single ripple.
She turned her head to look at Bi Ji not far away.
Her banter was almost about to materialize: "I thought you were always feeling for the masses and saving the dying every day."
"After all this fuss, it turns out you secretly raised a human behind our backs?"
"Now with this posture, have you hollowed out your family fortune and even want to personally accompany him to hunt spirits?"
Zi Ji’s red lips parted slightly, spitting out extremely heart-piercing words.
"Bi Ji, have you grown tired of being the saint of the Star Dou Great Forest and want to change careers to become a beast traitor?"
The joy of the newly negotiated cooperation was instantly zeroed out.
The air pressure in the entire venue plummeted sharply, and the water vapor in the air even condensed into ice crystals.
The oppressive feeling of the top Ferocious Beast confrontation was completely maximized at this moment.
The gentleness on Bi Ji’s face faded completely clean.
Those emerald green eyes that always revealed compassion showed an unmelting iciness.
She glanced coldly at Zi Ji.
The green light of life on the water surface sank violently.
The temperature of the originally vibrant lakeside plummeted in a cliff-like manner.
The surrounding breath of life grew a bit colder, even exuding a sense of stern killing intent.
The exotic flowers and plants by the lake that were just swaying in the wind all lowered their heads simultaneously, as if fearing the anger of this Sovereign of life.
"There is never a serious word coming out of your mouth."
Bi Ji’s voice was very faint.
Every word smashed out carried a weight that could not be provoked.
This was the bottom line of a 500,000-year healing-type Ferocious Beast.
If she were truly angered, the vast power of life could likewise transform into a lethal weapon that deprives life.
Zi Ji raised her eyebrows.
She knew Bi Ji’s temper too well.
Being able to make this best-tempered head steward put on a cold face meant she had truly been poked at her sore spot and was genuinely infuriated.
Yet she was not flustered in the slightest.
Instead, the smile on her face became increasingly vibrant, like a poisonous rose soaked in fresh blood, so bizarrely enchanting that people couldn’t look away.
The more taboo it was, the more she wanted to step on it.
Deep in the bones of the Abyss Demon Dragon Race flowed blood that was warlike and crazy.
The auras of the two Ferocious Beasts silently counterbalanced each other on the lake surface.
On one side was the bottomless purplish-black undertow of destruction.
On the other side was the vast and boundless emerald-green ocean of life.
A fierce wind suddenly rose, blowing the ancient trees by the lake to sway wildly, their leaves rustling.
The conflict did not erupt directly.
However, the tense oppression made even breathing extremely difficult, as if a handful of glass shards were stuffed into one’s windpipe.
Zi Ji completely ignored Bi Ji’s topic.
Her toes lightly tapped the water’s surface, floating down toward the shore.
Her purplish-black long dress whipped up a fishy wind, walking straight to Lin Qingmo to stand still.
An extreme aura of danger rushed toward them, and a heavy pressure like substance smashed down fiercely.
"I heard it just now."
Zi Ji bent down slightly, her dark purple vertical pupils locking tightly onto Lin Qingmo.
"You asked Bi Ji to help you hunt spirits?"
She let out a sneer.
Her voice was kept very low, but that condescending contempt stabbed the heart with every word.
"Are humans so bold nowadays?"
"Running to the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest and ordering a Ferocious Beast with 500,000 years of cultivation to kill your own kind."
"Who gave you the courage? The gods of you humans?"
The surroundings were dead silent.
Er Ming clenched his teeth tightly, his pair of huge fists clenching with a creaking sound.
Blue veins spread along his thick arms all the way to his neck.
His explosive temper flared up, and his right foot heavily stepped forward half a step.
The ground cracked with numerous fine cracks, and the soil rolled up.
Immediately after, he abruptly pulled his foot back.
Feeling aggrieved to the extreme.
He knew better than anyone in his heart that his so-called King of the Forest was simply not enough compared to Bi Ji and her.
If he really rushed up to fight, it wouldn’t be enough for them to smash him to pieces with a single slap.
The core of the conflict shifted directly from the internal strife of the two Ferocious Beasts to Lin Qingmo.
The terrifying oppressive feeling of the direct questioning pressed straight toward his face.
Facing this terrifying coercion that was about to crush people into pieces, Lin Qingmo didn’t even blink an eyelid.
He didn’t even take half a step back, his expression unchanged, his spine straight as a ramrod.
Without avoiding or backing down, his gaze met Zi Ji’s pair of eyes leaking killing intent directly.
"Greetings, Senior."
"This lower one is Lin Qingmo."
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice was so steady that not even a trace of a tremor could be heard.
Zi Ji raised her eyebrows, her red lips parted slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
She had originally waited to see the ugly state of this human boy being scared shitless and begging for mercy on his knees.
Unexpectedly, the other party was actually so calm.
"Zi Ji."
She casually reported her moniker: "I can be considered an old acquaintance with Bi Ji."
Zi Ji straightened up and slowly circled half a turn around Lin Qingmo.
Her gaze was like a sharp scalpel, unscrupulously scraping Lin Qingmo from head to toe.
She sized up this young body, trying to find flaws in the other party’s feigned toughness.
His breathing was steady, and although his heart beat a little fast, it was definitely not the kind of palpitation from extreme fear.
Not even a single drop of cold sweat flowed down.
She muttered inwardly.
Something was wrong.
This human boy looked like an ordinary Spirit Master, but his Soul Power fluctuations were very bizarre.
He hadn’t even touched the threshold of a Titled Douluo.
How on earth did he dare to make such a fatal request to Bi Ji?
Where on earth did this backbone’s confidence come from?
Could it be that this boy was hiding some trump card behind him that even she couldn’t see through?
Lin Qingmo was crystal clear in his heart.
The Hell Demon Dragon King Zi Ji, a pure-blood true dragon with over 200,000 years of cultivation.
The current Patriarch of the Abyss Demon Dragon Race, and the absolute core combat power under the beast God Emperor Tian.
This was a killing machine in the true sense, with an absolute explosive temper.
His brain maintained absolute calmness.
Panic was useless; the more panicked he was, the faster he would die.
Only by displaying absolute value and confidence could he fight for a sliver of survival in front of this group of Old Monsters who had lived for countless years.
This composure of remaining unchanged in face of Mount Tai collapsing slowly stripped away the mockery in Zi Ji’s eyes, replacing it with a trace of extremely dangerous curiosity.
The oppressive feeling eased slightly.
Beneath the undercurrents, new variables were quietly breeding.
Zi Ji stopped her steps and stood still directly in front of Lin Qingmo.
The distance was so close that he could almost smell the chilly exotic fragrance on her body.
She raised her hand, her fair and slender fingertips absentmindedly winding a strand of her purple hair.
Her red lips outlined an extremely teasing smile.
"Tell me about it."
Zi Ji lowered her voice, her tone revealing a fatal temptation, like a devil bewitching people’s hearts.
"Just what heaven-defying method did you little fellow use to persuade our noble and holy Lady Bi Ji to act as a spy for you?"
She paused, her slender eyes narrowing slightly.
These words were spoken too ruthlessly.
Not leaving a single retreat route at all, completely forcing them to death.
This was blatantly handing over a knife.
Lin Qingmo’s throat choked, and his heartbeat skipped half a beat.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the irritability that surged into his heart.
He didn’t take up Zi Ji’s topic.
Instead, he subconsciously turned his head, his gaze crossing the lake water, looking straight at Bi Ji in the distance.
The meaning could not be more obvious.
This black and huge pot, as a human, he couldn’t take it, nor could he take it.
(End of Chapter)
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