Chapter 849: Chapter 282: Survival Comes First
Astonishing!
For Bai Xiaolong and the others, the scene before them was so astounding it was beyond words.
But once they came back to their senses, Bai Xiaolong and the others were okay.
After all, in their minds, a divine weapon was just an immovable object, nothing more; they hadn’t lived through the era when people fought over divine weapons.
Zhao Qian’en was different.
He had always been in the Zhao Qi Corps, so he understood the significance of this divine weapon.
Whether human or alien, or even Cang Ji, all had tried to take the divine weapon, and all had failed.
All martial artists had reached a consensus that this divine weapon simply couldn’t be lifted, as if it was an unbreakable rule.
In recent years, no martial artists had come searching for the divine weapon, as it was a waste of time and could cost lives.
So Zhao Qian’en was convinced that no one could take it away.
Yet Su Yue had truly performed a miracle.
Could it be a clue left by Su Qingfeng?
But it doesn’t make sense, Su Qingfeng, though a rampaging force in the Wetlands, hadn’t visited the Third Battlefield much.
And knowing Su Qingfeng’s personality, if there was a clue, he would have come for it.
Never mind.
All this unnecessary analysis doesn’t concern me anyway.
If the divine weapon falls into the hands of a human martial artist, it’s ultimately a good thing, much better than it falling into Cang Ji’s hands.
Plus, Su Yue is a rising star of extraordinary talent.
"Garlic, do you really think these brutal Scab Beast Demons won’t eat us?"
Yang Lezhi was still a bit scared.
It’s not about being cowardly; it’s just too terrifying. He had never imagined so many Grandmaster-level Scab Beast Demons in this jungle.
So dense you couldn’t see the end!
Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang also looked pale.
Even though Su Yue said it was safe, they couldn’t quite believe it.
Can you trust the words of beasts?
They might be courteous to prevent you from panicking and making your meat sour.
Speaking of sour meat, Bai Xiaolong thought of a classical novel titled Journey to the West, which mentions the flesh of Tang Monk.
The monsters captured Tang Monk and didn’t eat him to ensure the purity of his flesh, so they could achieve immortality.
That’s how Sun Wukong had time to repeatedly seek help.
Monsters wanting to eat humans might all have such concerns.
Fear was overwhelming.
It’s terrifying.
"Rest assured, the Scab Beast Demon Emperor wouldn’t pull any tricks; it’s eager for the divine weapon to be taken away.
"Long ago, the Scab Beast Demon Race was twice as numerous as it is now. Because of the divine weapon, the Scab Beast Jungle fell into chaos, the demons died in vast numbers, and eventually, the Demon Emperor had no choice but to make rules with the human and alien martial artists.
"They have had enough of the divine weapon’s torment. Without it, the martial artists would leave them in peace, and the demon horde would enjoy their quiet.
"It would never want to kill Su Yue."
"Though the divine weapon was lifted and reshaped into an axe by Su Yue, no one else could handle it. Only when Su Yue safely leaves can the weapon leave.
"A gift from the Scab Beast Demon might really be true!"
Zhao Qian’en, being an Eighth-Grade Vice Admiral, was calm besides his initial shock at seeing the divine weapon lifted.
To him, the Ninth-Grade Scab Beast Demon Emperor was only slightly stronger than himself.
Scared?
What a joke.
To humans and aliens, the divine weapon is a treasure.
But to beasts, it’s nothing but a plague; they can’t thank Su Yue enough for getting rid of it.
"Really? Brother Garlic, don’t lie to me. If I get eaten, I won’t forgive you in hell!"
Yang Lezhi’s legs were trembling.
This event really had nothing to do with courage.
A glance showed nothing but crowds of upright walking toads, many of which could easily blow him away with one breath.
How terrifying.
This scene would remain unforgettable for a lifetime.
"Yang Lezhi, with such little courage, it’s doubtful you’ll achieve much in this life."
Meng Yang looked at Yang Lezhi disdainfully.
"Easy to say, but can you stop your legs from shaking, Meng Yang!"
Yang Lezhi turned to look at Meng Yang’s legs.
Friend, you should be thankful you don’t need pants in the Wetlands, or your pant legs would be soaking wet now.
"Garlic, why are you so calm?"
Bai Xiaolong scrutinized Zhao Qian’en.
This guy was disturbingly calm.
Faced with a swarm of beasts, even a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster couldn’t escape. Yet you, an ordinary Fifth-Grade Martial Artist, didn’t change your expression or heartbeat, and it was inexplicably eerie.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Qian’en couldn’t be bothered to explain anything.
I’ve said many times, I’m an Eighth-Grade Vice Admiral; you simply don’t believe me, and there’s nothing I can do about that.
"Everyone, let’s go, head to the treasure mountain the Scab Beast Demon Emperor promised us, and start collecting!"
Su Yue, carrying his precious axe, walked over, looking exhausted.
Earlier, the Scab Beast Demon Emperor had already extended an invitation, asking that when they leave, they take away all the belongings left behind by previous martial artists.
The Scab Beast Demon Emperor got infuriated just looking at the human items.
"Su Yue, doesn’t the axe feel heavy to you while you carry it?"
Zhao Qian’en walked over and asked.
"Oh? Brother Garlic, how do you know the divine weapon is heavy?"
Su Yue was taken aback.
Indeed, it was quite odd.
When he first picked up the divine weapon, it felt especially light.
It didn’t feel like lifting an object; it was like swinging his own arm.
But after a few rounds, the divine weapon grew incredibly heavy, beyond description.
Honestly, Su Yue’s 2000 kcal of Qi Blood was already exhausted; he was just putting on a brave face.
