“Selfish and self-serving, though I have no right to criticize. That guy is a Sheep; he chose to protect himself and blocked the Wolf King’s strike.” Bai Wuzhuang muttered sharply.
“Then won’t you be cursed to death?” Dong Huiting asked in alarm.
“Don’t worry, I said the Curse Wolf never curses someone without absolute certainty, because it fears backlash.” Bai Wuzhuang replied.
“You can never be too careful,” Dong Huiting still looked worried.
“No risk, no reward.” Bai Wuzhuang countered.
“Anyway, it’s your own life. If you don’t value it, I couldn’t care less.” Dong Huiting snorted arrogantly, clearly feeling a bit tsundere.
While they chatted quietly, the Qingfei Gang and Welcoming Wind Gang were already clashing outside, swords flashing, blood splattering everywhere.
The Qingfei Gang had already wiped out the Welcoming Wind Gang, leaving the ground littered with severed limbs and corpses as they wiped blood off their blades.
Yet Qing Shaofei and Feng Shaoye were still locked in combat after thirty rounds, neither able to take the upper hand.
Two figures darted rapidly, entwined tightly, hard to separate, with streaks of sword light flashing.
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The faint candlelight swayed from the sword flashes, and the crisp sound of blades clashing filled the air.
Because both practiced similar martial arts—specializing in agile lightness skills and nimble swordplay—they were constantly dodging at maximum, but their sword routes were seen through by each other, as their styles were almost identical.
This meant neither could break through the other’s defenses!
Neither used aggressive, murderous sword techniques; their sword intent always conveyed a sense of “leaving a way out.”
This truly was the style of a righteous sect: first priority was self-protection, never easily getting injured or taking risks.
So without any immortal power, after fifty rounds both were panting, their swords nicked and chipped, yet neither had drawn a single cut.
“Ding!”
They both flicked their swords and stepped back in unison, taking a breath.
“You… villains… how dare you kill all my servants… you are a bunch of useless trash…” Feng Shaoye, seeing all his allied fighters slaughtered and himself losing ground, clenched his teeth, his face flushed with anger.
Yet he definitely didn’t pity the broken slaves—only that he had spent so much money on them.
“Surround him!” Qing Shaofei waved his head.
At his order, his men closed in to attack Feng Shaoye.
One-on-one fights after fifty rounds couldn’t settle the score, but adding a third party to interfere could change the outcome.
Ordinary fighters challenging Qi Cultivators was basically suicide; only overwhelming numbers could crush them, but breaking their defense was impossible.
This showed how loyal the Qingfei Gang’s men were—willing to die for the Young Master.
“Don’t come closer! We can negotiate!” Feng Shaoye yelled, utterly lacking warrior dignity, oozing the spoiled rich kid’s aura.
But though cowardly, he was still a Qi Cultivator. Feng Shaoye unleashed several sword winds, flashing left and right, cutting two Qingfei warriors’ throats in an instant.
“Buzz!”
Yet Qing Shaofei’s cold sword followed, attacking from a tricky angle, piercing Feng Shaoye’s shoulder in one strike.
After fifty rounds without a clear winner, blood was finally drawn; this was the role of cannon fodder.
“Ah!” Feng Shaoye screamed in pain, face pale, turning to flee.
But two Qingfei warriors blocked his retreat. As he glanced back, two cold sword lights pierced toward him.
Feng Shaoye raised his sword to block; the sword qi could easily shatter weapons and bodies of ordinary fighters.
“Buzz!”
In that brief delay, Qing Shaofei caught up again, flashing past him, slashing a large chunk of flesh from Feng Shaoye’s thigh.
Blood gushed like a spring, and he could no longer run, staggering and collapsing.
“Brother Feng, welcome to hell. Don’t think of me anymore.”
Qing Shaofei appeared beside him, raising his sword and slashing down hard without hesitation.
But at that moment, several Frozen Swords of Ice Soul shot from the dark corner, aiming straight at Qing Shaofei’s back.
“What!”
Qing Shaofei was shocked, narrowly dodging with an extreme side step, barely avoiding the ice-cold blades.
Cold sweat broke out on him; he dared not linger, plunging into a nearby tunnel with the remaining men and decisively escaping, vanishing in an instant.
Qing Shaofei knew well the woman who practiced the frost technique was far stronger than himself. Without the Wolf King’s Power, he wouldn’t dare provoke her.
“What are you doing?” Bai Wuzhuang silently pressed Dong Huiting’s hand, forbidding her from pursuing further—don’t chase a cornered enemy.
“I’m saving someone, is that a problem?” Dong Huiting retorted.
“Saving is fine, but next time can you be a little more ruthless? Letting that bastard escape unscathed? Dong Da Ren, your strength is great, but your combat experience is lacking.” Bai Wuzhuang sharply critiqued.
“…”
Dong Huiting clenched her fists in frustration.
But Bai Wuzhuang was right. Otherwise, Dong Huiting would have stubbornly argued.
She had indeed acted prematurely.
She should have waited until Qing Shaofei’s sword was about to strike Feng Shaoye’s head, then made a desperate sneak attack with an eighty percent chance of success.
Feng Shaoye might have had a fifty percent chance of dying outright.
If hit by her Frozen Sword of Ice Soul, Qing Shaofei would at least be crippled if not killed.
Unfortunately, Dong Huiting had been soft-hearted and acted early.
“What use is saving such a selfish, useless waste?” Bai Wuzhuang still questioned.
“He knows Qing Shaofei’s identity now. Later he can help us vote.” Dong Huiting finally found a justifiable reason for saving him.
“Let’s hope so.” Bai Wuzhuang turned away coldly, preparing to leave.
Their attack had exposed their location; they couldn’t linger in the same spot.
Qing Shaofei could circle back and ambush them in the shadows.
Although Qing Shaofei, having used the Wolf King’s Power, was no longer a huge threat—he could only use the Wolf King’s Claw once per turn.
But the wolves hiding in the dark weren’t only him. The other two wolves were even more ferocious, intelligent, and stealthy than the Wolf King.
As for Feng Shaoye…
His entire gang was slaughtered, his mind shattered, kneeling on the ground and doubting his life choices.
But the pain from his sword wounds jolted him awake. Like a dog, he crawled on the ground, slipping into a neighboring cave room to treat his injuries.
Bai Wuzhuang and Dong Huiting also found a cave to hide in, quietly waiting for the next unlucky victim to appear.
“Although the Lambs’ task is to find the Key to open the door and enter the lower Maze, the dead can enter the lower Maze too. Only fools would risk their lives chasing so-called Keys.”