Chapter 192

Chapter 192 - Neither of Them Are Good Birds

Dong Yuan spoke coldly. Behind him stood the two men from Peach Blossom Temple. The two men, who had been mocked and ordered around by Pann Xiaoying since they arrived, immediately volunteered to step forward. They intended to break the tendons in Pann Xiaoying's hands and legs, but Dong Yuan stopped them.

The man from the outer sect of Blistook Pavilion, who had mocked himself for being a servant, had a very calm expression. He shouted, “You've broken all her tendons. She's just a helpless victim now. She would be gone after a few bites. If she had the ability to resist, she could have lasted a bit longer. Given her strength, in such a desperate situation, who knows? Maybe she'll be able to kill a few more Strange Beasts and buy us more time.”

The members of Peach Blossom Temple were shocked. They exchanged glances and quickly retreated, not forgetting to flatter, “The Fellow Daoist has thought it through. It's our fault for not considering it properly.”

Pann Xiaoying began cursing at people over a disagreement. This Dong Yuan was no good person either. Such a vicious act was as natural to him as eating and drinking.

Guo Fan had fully witnessed how the Soul Haunt Ship gathered a group of people to work for him freely. Comparatively, it was a group that could do anything. The Snowflake Mansion adhered to the rules more strictly, while the Soul Haunt Ship didn't care at all. Even if their subordinates killed each other, as long as they completed the mission in the end, they would still get a promotion.

However, Pann Xiaoying definitely deserved it. If there was a friend in a team, they would at least be on par with each other and look out for one another. However, she was an orphan, and everyone wanted to beat her.

After all, in the original plot of Nether Cliff, Pann Xiaoying was a villain with a twisted personality.

Being a villain in the plot of an evil sect, one could only imagine how villainous she was.

The sect master of Nether Cliff, Xun Jianlian, a mysterious female spirit Magus proficient in curses, was naturally one of the three hundred illustrations of Guo Fan.

A portion of Xun Jianlian's information appeared in Guo Fan's mind. She was of a different race, just like Li Xieren, seemingly from the Southern Wasteland. Her honey-colored skin was covered with black lines, appearing to worship an ancient religion. She always had a beautiful blue-green feather among her personal accessories, a gift from her parents at birth in the Southern Wasteland.

In the ‘Obsidian Tribes,' there was also a distinction between the human races. The most common type was the normal people of the Central Plains, the Northern Barbarians who crossed the desert in the north of the Central Plains to reach the Primeval Ice Plains, and the people of the Southern Wasteland near the Springly Forest in the south.

Of course, Xun Jianlian had a Central Prefecture name and hid under a thick black cloak year-round. She also wore a mask with silver patterns and blue gemstones on her face, so very few people knew her true identity.

Xun Jianlian's eldest disciple and most outstanding one was called Yan Jin. Because of her exceptional talent in spells, she had no intention of joining such an evil sect like Nether Cliff. It could even be said that he was a rare good person who came from the mud.

When he was an outer sect disciple with Pann Xiaoying, he took extra care of her. However, he did not expect that this ingrate would treat him as a charity filled with a sense of superiority. In the end, he was cursed until his eyes became blind.

Hee Mengyao, still in shock, hid beside Guo Fan, clutching his arm and biting her lips with a hint of fear on her face.

She was merely a mortal. The fact that she hadn't fainted after such an encounter was quite remarkable.

Guo Fan handed her to Yijun for protection and drew the heart of killing courage from its sheath.

The fine red lines on the sword remained dim.

Splash, splash, splash...

Dust continued to fall from the wall, and the cracks kept widening. It was concerning that they might cause a collapse.

Guo Fan listened intently. The vibrations around him grew louder. It was no longer the sound of beasts, but rather the heavy sound of rocks grinding against each other.

Qingfu whispered to confirm, “It's a mechanism. I can hear it. This palace is layered like millstones. Now, a few layers might have been triggered by the running Strange Beast and started shifting. I wonder what effect it will have.”

Dong Yuan had clearly heard it too. He said, “The sound of the Strange Beast is coming from all directions. We can't go from front to back. We have to go down. Let's descend through the hole created by the human-shaped Strange Beast.”

He thought to himself that Guo Fan had many capable people around him, even though they looked like a group of concubines. In reality, each one seemed more powerful than the last, especially Yijun. The two swords that cut off Pann Xiaoying's knees were simply extraordinary. He couldn't even see her movements clearly.

It seemed that in his anger, he didn't hold back. But it was only because Pann Xiaoying insulted the dog... This Guo Fan was really fortunate to have such a beauty to “anger” him.

And that Flood Dragon...

Dong Yuan watched as the hammer transformed back into its Orange Cat form and jumped onto Guo Fan's shoulder. The corner of his mouth twitched. Even the true disciples of the Blistook Pavilion might not be able to treat the Flood Dragon as a pet. What was the identity of this young man?

But regardless of this young man's identity, now that there was a conflict between them, his side would definitely not be able to gain any advantages.

Everyone jumped down through the hole to the bottom. Dong Yuan suddenly thought of something and asked, “Fellow Daoist, I just heard you address the sect master of Nether Cliff quite... intimately, and even helped her clean up the sect. What is your relationship with that sect master?”