Seems a lot colder.
There’s a... sense of being otherworldly.
Yes, very strange, very cold-blooded.
After all, he is a student of the West Martial, and his feelings towards Jiao Qingyuan differ from those of Wang Anhu and others.
Bai Xiaolong looks at things a bit more objectively.
Out of the Martial Artist’s instinct, Bai Xiaolong was a bit wary.
"Actually, I particularly hate Su Qingfeng, and it was who killed Su Qingfeng’s son, Su Yue.
"It was I who pushed him off the cliff. I’ve stayed here all this ti in case he climbed back up, but I overestimated him. It turns out there was a problem with the life paper."
Pause.
Jiao Qingyuan finally spoke out.
He wanted to see the expressions of these people, who worship Su Qingfeng down to their very bones, as they should die with resentnt.
Just like the helplessness he felt when Su Qingfeng killed his family.
These five people brag about Su Qingfeng every day. Jiao Qingyuan had endured long enough.
Before the plan begins, he needs to kill these people.
And let them die with endless regret.
A bolt from the blue.
Yes!
The six were dumbfounded, their whole bodies cold, their minds even blank with shock, paralyzing them completely.
Jiao Qingyuan!
Personally killed Su Yue?
How is this possible?
Prince Qing saved Jiao Qingyuan’s life, how could he hate Prince Qing?
What’s going on here?
"You probably don’t know my identity. I’m an orphan, raised by the Yangxiang Sect, with my wife and children all being Yangxiang Race.
"When Su Qingfeng saved , he killed my whole family.
"I watched helplessly as he beheaded my wife and my child, and slaughtered my entire family.
"And I still had to be grateful to my enemy.
"Funny, isn’t it?
"I endured for over ten years, finally waiting for Su Qingfeng’s son, made him taste the pain of losing a loved one."
These words, Jiao Qingyuan had held in for decades, only able to tell himself.
Now that the plan succeeded, he could finally speak freely.
Sure enough!
The shock and bewildered expressions on those faces left Jiao Qingyuan satisfied.
"Don’t you have a lot to say but no words can co out?
"I’ll tell you all, these wars were all orchestrated by .
"The Yangxiang Race is incompetent, unable to seize this resource mine, so I’ll help them destroy it. My years of preparation were for destroying this mine."
Jiao Qingyuan laughed contemptuously.
At this mont, he finally revealed his true wolf-like nature.
Like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell, the surrounding air began to freeze.
"No, you can’t destroy the source ores, you’re incapable."
Wang Anhu retorted with bloodshot eyes, tears rolling down uncontrollably.
His heart was in utter agony.
He felt it unjust for Su Yue.
He had been deceived by Jiao Qingyuan, his faith shattered.
Bai Xiaolong calculated how to escape Jiao Qingyuan’s grasp, survival first, then seek the Yan Gui Corps to punish this beast.
Other mbers of the Cangyuan Sixth Camp showed agonized expressions, their bodies trembling.
Aside from Su Qingfeng, they most admired Jiao Qingyuan.
This ascetic-like, selfless and fearless General was their role model, and that of the Yan Gui Corps.
But the role model in their hearts suddenly collapsed.
Their hearts ached to the brink of suffocation.
"This thing is called the Under Qi Nest Stone.
"In the resource mine, lives a species known as the Under Qi Moth. Every Martial Artist who set foot in the mine has countless Under Qi Moths parasitizing within them.
"In normal tis, Under Qi Moths are harmless, just like bacteria in your body, normally harmless.
"But if you die, the Under Qi Moths in your body will return to my Under Qi Nest Stone.
"Afterwards, I will release the bloodthirsty Blood Moths back into the mine. At that ti, the Blood Moths and the native Under Qi Moths will clash, fire and water cannot coexist.
"In their fight, the Blood Moths and Under Qi Moths will create a special aura that rots the source ores.
"It won’t take long, about an hour, and this massive resource mine will be riddled with holes like a beehive, not a single piece of source ore usable again.
"The place Su Qingfeng discovered absolutely does not deserve to remain in this world."
Jiao Qingyuan sneered disdainfully.
Swish!
Wang Anhu had already drawn his blade.
His eyes bloodshot, seething with anger:
"Why are you telling us all this when you could have carried out your plan quietly?"
Wang Anhu asked through gritted teeth.
He believed Jiao Qingyuan spoke the truth, there was no need to concoct a story to deceive him.
Wang Anhu was instinctively wary.
Swish, swish, swish!
The others also drew their weapons one after another.
Though the opponent is a Grandmaster, the Cangyuan Sixth Camp Martial Artists were all of the pinnacle Fifth Rank, not to ntion Bai Xiaolong being formidable as well.
Joined together, the six could indeed contend against a Grandmaster.
They locked onto Jiao Qingyuan, also waiting for an answer.
"You truly are foolish.
"Why I am telling you all this, of course, is for the Blood Moths inside you.
"You five have spent the longest ti in the mine, and you naturally host the most Under Qi Moths, enough to rival a hundred-man army.
"With so many Blood Moths, how could I possibly give them up?
"Also, I want you to die with resentnt, just like my poor family.
"Hate, if you must hate, hate Su Qingfeng for killing indiscriminately, hate him for being a devil."
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