Chapter 709 Oriole.
Bo Qingtan watched Dream's head spin and fell to the ground. The avatar behind her also met the same fate. The young man took a deep breath as he looked at his shoulder. He did not manage to come out of the attack unscathed. His sword-wielding hand was injured on his shoulder. He smiled bitterly and said, "Well, it is still a better result than expected." He had expected for the lady to at least severe his hand. Bo Qingtan was satisfied that he managed to kill a Demon King. This was an achievement that gave him a lot of confidence. He turned around to look at Yun Xue, and his expression changed. Behind Yun Xue stood two men. They were all gazing at him with great interest. Bo Qingtan tightened the grasp on the hilt of his sword. He could not show that he was incapacitated. These two people were not allies. Just as he was thinking what the motive of these people could be. One of the men sighed, "Uff, I have no idea why these bitches from the Yin Soul Sect are always acting out of their place. Senior Brother Teng, that whore could not even deal with this kid in the immortal lord realm." Senior Brother Teng looked like a refined person. If not for his deadly pale appearance, it would not be possible to tell that he was a demonic cultivator. The person beside him looked like a delinquent; his mouth was not the only dirty thing. Senior Brother Teng frowned and said, "Mind your tongue when you talk to me, Junior Brother Amish." Bo Qingtan raised his blade diagonally and pointed at them. He slowly walked forward Yun Xue. The two people still were a few steps away from the girl. Senior Brother Teng noticed this and said, "I would advise you not to move ahead. If you do not wish for me to have my puppet, violate her dignity and then refine her into a corpse puppet." Bo Qingtan stopped and asked, "What do you want?" Amish spoke up and said, "You are a strong person. I can use you as my corpse puppet. Would you agree? I will give you a quick and painless death." Bo Qingtan frowned and stopped moving. He was incapacitated, and so was Yun Xue. They both could not even put up a struggle. The young man was sure these two people were from the Demon King realm. The conclusion was based on how they looked down on Dream. Two people who were geniuses in their own right could not put up a struggle, and Bo Qingtan felt so helpless. His sword hand was shivering, and it was also getting difficult for him to hold the weapon. His Dao Armor was already fading because he had used almost all his spiritual energy. Yun Xue was unable to move at all. She looked at the pale, and her forehead was sweating. Bo Qingtan did not know what to do in this situation. He summoned his Dao Armament back inside his dantian. His spiritual energy was spent, and even standing was taxing for him. The blood from his shoulder was still seeping. He took a deep breath and said, "You know, you will not have a good ending." Amish chuckled, saying, "You do not have to worry about our ending. Now, would you like to die from poison, or shall I take out my blade to let you both bleed to death?" Bo Qingtan and Yun Xue looked at each other in the eyes. They did not know what they could do or when Shi Lang might arrive. They had just finished dealing with one and thought things would take a lookup. Yet, the situation turned from bad to worse. The two people looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They did not fear death; at least, they were going to die whatever they believed in. However, what they could not accept was that they were going to die and become corpse puppets. Amish said, "Senior Brother, I will take this man. I am not interested in this woman. She is so stupid that she did not even manage to hold on against the whore." Teng looked at his junior and said, "This is the last time. I ask you to mind your tongue, or I will remove it." Amish made a gesture to zip his mouth and took out his sword. He walked toward Bo Qingtan and Yun Xue, asking, "Senior Brother, shall I cut her wrist and let her bleed out, or will you handle things alone?" Teng replied, "Make a clean incision, unlike last time." Amish chuckled, and he stood next to Bo Qingtan and Yun Xue. The two people shivered, and just when Amish raised his blade to cut down, a cold voice sounded, "So, you wish to turn my friend into a corpse puppet." Bo Qingtan sighed and fell to his knees, "Finally." Amish and Teng were surprised, and they did not realize that someone would come and interrupt them. Amish wanted to say something, but he could not. He did not even realize that Shi Lang had grabbed his throat. The demonic cultivator was completely shocked, he tried to look at Shi Lang, but the next second, the terran grabbed his neck with both hands and said, "You pieces of shits, demonic cultivators think that you are the masters of this world, but you do not know that there is a world above the world." Then the terran channeled his lightning energy into the body of the demonic cultivator, destroyed him inside out, and when Amish was groaning in pain, Shi Lang began to exert strength at the neck of the demonic cultivator. He did all this while facing Teng to ensure this guy did not pull any cheap shots. The terran spread his legs and let out a loud grunt, and he pulled the neck off the body with his bare hands. Blood sprayed off the body as if a fountain exploded. Shi Lang smiled and said, "Mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the Oriole behind."
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