"Mr. Pei, your words are nothing more than sophistry! Just as you said before, allies are allies, and competitions are competitions! This match concerns the balance of power developnt among various realms. Naturally, there should be no restraint in the duel..."
"Shut up, you fool!" Julian, unable to restrain himself after Pei Yan's sarcastic remark, was interrupted by an enraged Long Jin before he could finish. Long Jin couldn't understand why Saraf would choose such a foolish subordinate, blindly jumping in without seeing the situation clearly.
Sure enough, as soon as Julian finished speaking, the smile quickly spread across Pei Yan's face as he stood not far away. He enthusiastically clapped his hands and walked over to Saraf, flicking his right hand to conjure a large revolver, pressing it to Saraf's head. Turning back to Julian, he said happily, "You're right! You said it so well! What are allies for compared to one's own interests? According to your logic, shooting Saraf right now would be perfectly reasonable, wouldn't it?"
"This..." Seeing his master controlled, Julian was like soone suddenly choked, awkwardly unable to say a word for a long ti. Now, he was caught in a difficult situation, roasted over the fire by Pei Yan. Earlier, he had incited his friend to contact the Magic Realm to attack the Investigation Hall, partially due to personal grievance—revenge for the humiliation Pei Yan inflicted on him at the courtyard eting. Partially, it was to ingratiate himself with Saraf. In his view, doing this not only could successfully weaken his opponent's strength, clearing obstacles for his team to win, but also catered to his master's wishes. If successful, it would be a great achievent. Even if it failed, he wouldn't be blad, making it a profitable risk-free deal.
But all these beautiful visions vanished with Pei Yan's return. He never expected Saraf, who once stood so high, to suffer such a miserable defeat. At this mont, an evil thought even arose in Julian's mind: why didn't Saraf die at the hands of Blood Butcher? If he had died at Blood Butcher's hands, all responsibility could be shifted to Blood Butcher or frad on Pei Yan!
But he survived and fell into Pei Yan's hands. Understanding Saraf's identity and status, Julian realized what this ant. If Saraf were killed by Pei Yan because of his impulsive actions, the Dragon Realm would certainly not let the main culprit, Pei Yan, go unpunished. And as the fuse of this incident, his fate wouldn't be much better.
Seeing Julian in the distance, eyes flustered and cold sweat flowing, stamring without words, Pei Yan sneered, forcefully pushing the gun against Saraf's head, and continued mockingly, "Years ago, a ruthless person from Celestial Sword Manor was shot dead with one blow in the Keystone Plane, becoming a laughingstock among the major Plane Cultivators for hundreds of years. Now, seeing the injuries Saraf has suffered, I estimate he won't withstand a few more shots before dying. In front of such a large audience, wouldn't the Dragon Realm beco the biggest joke of this event!"
"Pei Yan! How dare you! You know he is..."
"Enough! Shut up!" Long Jin interrupted Julian's near-hysterical shouting once again. After giving him a fierce glare, he turned to Pei Yan with a wry smile and said, "Mr. Pei, this is our fault first. I know nothing can quell your anger now, but I sincerely hope you calm down for the sake of future cooperation among the major realms. Please do not harm Saraf!"
Seeing Pei Yan's lips slightly curl with disdain, Long Jin quickly stepped forward and continued, "Please state your terms so we can try to appease your anger. As long as you let Saraf leave alive, we can discuss any condition."
"So, your identity is quite important?" Pei Yan, seeing Long Jin's earnest plea, didn't imdiately reply. Instead, he turned his head toward Saraf and joked.
"I'm different from you. Not only am I a Child of Origin chosen by the Source, but I am also the most beloved son of the Dragon King and a candidate for the next Dragon King. Children of Origin can be many, but sons favored by the Dragon King are not so common!" Saraf said with a wry smile, looking at Pei Yan helplessly. "Of course, you need not worry about that. I think you won't be concerned. Having observed you for a while, I'm starting to understand you. If truly pushed, I doubt my identity would be a shield."
"Don't say that! Rest assured, if your teammates are sensible, I won't kill you!" Pei Yan, hearing Saraf's words and seeing his resigned expression, couldn't help but laugh, dissipating a bit of his anger. He patted Saraf's shoulder as a gesture of comfort.
After that, Pei Yan turned to Long Jin and called out, "Really, any demand can be agreed upon? Then just withdraw from the competition! I guarantee in front of all the contestants and the major realm audience, as soon as you withdraw, I'll release him imdiately!"
"Mr. Pei, please don't joke around with our goodwill toward reconciliation. You should understand that we can't agree to this condition!" Long Jin's face sank, rejecting directly. The life of Saraf is important and cannot be sacrificed in vain. But before entering the competition, Saraf, including herself, had the resolve to die if necessary. Conditions could be negotiated, but if they gave up the competition under duress, then the entire Spirit Monster Plane would truly beco the biggest joke among the major realms.
"I knew you wouldn't agree. Then here's another condition—let those two who attacked my companion commit suicide to atone. How about it? Very reasonable, right? Two lives for the life of a Child of Origin!" Pei Yan, having anticipated this reaction, sneered and stated his next condition.
With these words, Julian and a bald, burly man behind him turned pale and trembled all over, looking at Pei Yan in horror, then at the thinking Long Jin. Julian hurriedly said, "Young Master Long, don't listen to this man's provocation! He's trying to sow discord and weaken us. We must not fall for it; this matter requires long-term deliberation. I can definitely find a way to save the Young Master!"
"What way? Tell !" Long Jin glanced at Julian, his pretty face full of disdain. If not for him disregarding orders and acting on his own, how could things have co to this! Always keeping the Young Master in his mouth, now when his master needs his life to be saved, he's shirking and showing disgrace.
"Uh, this, this..."
"No more 'this and that'! Look at your Young Master now! By the ti you've deliberated long-term, even without Pei Yan acting, he'll be dead!" Long Jin, after ridiculing Julian's ineffective suggestions, took a deep breath, seeming to make a difficult decision, reaching out as if grasping at the void.
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