442 Golden Dragon Temple (1/2)

Si Xuanyu trembled.

He was at a loss after he heard what Chen Xiaobei asked him. As a Baron-ranked blood descendant, he was not to divulge anything that could compromise himself, his mission or the covenant. However, he barely had a choice – his skull was at stake, and he had to do it if he wanted to live!

”I- I'll tell you… I'll tell you…” His composure having vaporized long ago, Si Xuanyu was but a blithering blob scared witless as he blurted everything out.

”The reward of Sanshi Martial Art Contest had attracted the attention of Lord Ye Linlong,” he explained. ”He needs Spiritual Qi to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, that's why he had decided to represent Baihe City in the upcoming competition...”

”What is Ye LinLong's combat power? Why would he send you here to kill his opponents before the competition? Could he be weaker than you?” Baffled, Chen Xiaobei frowned.

”No… No, no! Ye Linlong's combat power is around nine thousand – he is definitely more powerful than I am!” Si Xuanyu was almost pleading. ”Lord Ye Linlong believed that no one is powerful enough to defeat him in all three cities, which was why he sent me here to kill everyone and spare him the fuss! He also wanted to recruit a few more Embraces to surrender to him on stage… It'll be the ultimate show of power!”

Every Crimson Cloud Jianhu elite were annoyed by Ye Linlong's plan to say the least. Still, they could not do anything to that vampire despite him being a top-of-the-line jerk.

In Jianghu, combat power is absolute – and none of them could have stopped Si Xuanyu if not for Chen Xiaobei. Otherwise, elites in three cities would have been severely wounded or turned into Embraces, and forced to grovel for their lives on stage. They would not have any place to hide their places!

”Bro Bei, how should we go about this? We need your guidance…” someone said, and everyone instantly turned their eyes to Chen Xiaobei. He was the only person they could rely on after all.

”I really need some Spiritual Qi!” Chen Xiaobei muttered. The blood descendant baron whose face was under his feet had a combat power of seven thousand, while the blood descendant viscount he might face in a few days had a combat power of nine thousand.

It would not be an easy fight. His own combat power was six thousand and three hundred, which he could increase to eight thousand and four hundred through Primordial Witch King Combat Enhancement Training. Even so, he would still struggle against Ye Linlong.

Still, he possessed the Blood Chaos Sword Essence which would allow him to defeat his opponent with ease, although it would be a bad idea for him to reveal his trump card in front of everyone. He would put himself in grave danger if the super elites caught sight of the Blood Chaos Sword Essence, which was why the only way to defeat Ye Linlong was through training and Spiritual Qi.

”You can only acquire Spiritual Qi at the holy land of Golden Dragon Temple,” the mustached man said. ”What do you plan to do?”

”I'm going to train!” Chen Xiaobei replied said.

”Train?” Surprised, the mustached man quickly shook his head. ”The people from the temple would never allow an outsider like you to enter the holy land, and the competition takes place in two days! Even if you're permitted to use the holy land, how much could you improve?”

”That's right! What could you even do in such a short period of time?” The others were nodding; they appeared to agree with the mustached man. It was not without reason either – an ordinary Jianghu elite would need months, years, or perhaps decades to make significant improvements. Two days would not make any difference.

However, Chen Xiaobei insisted. ”To me, two days would be more than enough.” He said calmly. There was some truth to it too – with the Scripture of Heaven and Earth, two days of training for him was equivalent to decades of training for normal folk.

”Cripple this man and take him to Golden Dragon Temple!” Chen Xiaobei commanded as he placed more weight behind the foot he used to step on Si Xuanyu.

”Yes, Sir!” Everyone remained doubtful, but none of them would dare to question his decision now. At his order, the mustached man and several others walked towards Si Xuanyu and broke his limbs.

Naturally, it pleased them to do so.