"I rember you now, I won’t take you with when we get out," Qin Yu said to Wu Chen with a smile.
Wu Chen snorted coldly, "Fuck, you talk as if you could really get out! Brother Long, show him who’s the boss here!"
"Shut up, will you? Do I need you to teach how to handle things?" Zhao Long glared at Wu Chen annoyedly, and the latter didn’t dare utter another word.
"Yang Xiong, this is my spot, move aside."
After giving Wu Chen a warning look, Zhao Long turned to Qin Yu and said lightly.
"It seems you don’t want to get out either, good, I’ll rember that," Qin Yu said, grinning again, and continued to ditate with his eyes closed.
"It looks like you’re really seeking death!" Zhao Long finally couldn’t hold back anymore, and furiously threw a punch at Qin Yu!
Even though the evil energy in the cell could suppress a Martial Artist’s cultivation, Zhao Long’s punch still carried the energy fluctuations of the Early Stage of the Heavenly Human Realm. Everyone felt sure that Qin Yu was dood!
"What an ignorant fool, he deserves to be beaten to death!"
"Actually, I’m sowhat envious of him, at least if he’s killed, he won’t end up as a sacrifice."
...
At that mont, everyone had sothing to say, but sadly, what happened next disappointed them.
Qin Yu easily raised his hand and grabbed Zhao Long’s fist, Qin Yu’s hand tightened slightly, crack, crack...
Zhao Long’s fist throbbed with intense pain, and he couldn’t help but grunt! He couldn’t understand how Yang Xiong had suddenly beco so powerful.
"Brother Xiong, I was wrong, I was wrong! Let go, my hand is going to be crushed!" Zhao Long kept begging.
Qin Yu said with a smile, "I seed to hear soone say that dying is actually a good thing, no need to beco a sacrifice. What’s this about a sacrifice?"
"The Supre Elder is gravely injured, and he needs Yang Energy and essence blood for recovery, so every two Chinese hours, a brother is taken away," Zhao Long explained cooperatively.
Seeing how cooperative Zhao Long was, Qin Yu let go of his hand.
"Brother Xiong, how did you beco so strong all of a sudden? Were you hiding your strength all this ti?" Zhao Long asked, looking at Qin Yu curiously.
"Your curiosity is too strong, and the more curious you are, the more likely you are to die!" Qin Yu snorted coldly.
Zhao Long quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say another word, fearing that he would anger Qin Yu.
As ti ticked by, everyone grew more anxious, because the ti when the Evil Spirit General would co to take a sacrifice was drawing nearer!
The people crowded towards the inside, as the Evil Spirit General usually just grabbed a prisoner and left.
Even Zhao Long left his original spot and hid in the furthest corner.
Only Qin Yu remained in his original place, noticing that his surroundings had suddenly beco very spacious.
Qin Yu curiously looked at the trembling crowd.
"What’s with you all?"
"Brother Xiong, the Evil Spirit General will co to take a sacrifice soon, everyone is scared!" the previously arrogant fellow explained.
"Sooner or later we’ll all die; what’s the use of being afraid?" Qin Yu said with a nonchalant shrug, sitting calmly in his spot, not afraid of being captured. Even if he was, he wouldn’t be in any danger.
Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed, Yang Xiong was stepping into a trap!
SInce soone was stepping into a trap, they were safe!
The waiting ti was always hard to endure; two minutes felt like two years to the people!
Finally, with a creak, an Evil Spirit General pushed the door open!
All the young n were trembling, preferring a miserable life to a good death; they were all terrified of dying! Only Qin Yu, interestedly watched the Evil Spirit General!
Qin Yu’s Illusion Technique was highly accomplished, and he saw at a glance that the one in front wasn’t really an Evil Spirit General—it was Yang Jingling in disguise!
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