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Chapter 832 - 832 832 Aren't You Afraid I'll Kill You

832: Chapter 832: Aren’t You Afraid I’ll Kill You?

832: Chapter 832: Aren’t You Afraid I’ll Kill You?

“You bastard!

At a time like this, you still can’t resist taking advantage of me!”

Xiao Mei felt a slap on an intimate spot and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Bai Xiaofan.

“Cough, cough, it was an accident, an accident!

Stop wasting time, hurry up and move—you’re standing here and messing up my mojo!”

Bai Xiaofan awkwardly smiled—it truly wasn’t intentional.

But after savoring the sensation for a moment…

Hmm, not bad!

“Stop babbling, shut up and focus on recovering.

These few pieces of trash, I can handle them myself!”

If Xiao Mei knew what Bai Xiaofan was thinking at this moment, she’d absolutely kick him square in the face.

“Hahaha, Bai Xiaofan!

Fancy running into you here—it’s really fate!”

Right then, an unwelcome voice suddenly rang out from the side.

Bai Xiaofan turned his head to look, and in his mind, a herd of llamas galloped past.

What the hell!

Could it really be such a coincidence?

From the side emerged a man—or rather, an old man missing an arm, which seemed more fitting!

“Zhao Hui, you sure know how to pick your moments!”

Bai Xiaofan looked at the suddenly appearing Zhao Hui, gripping Xiao Mei’s strength with both hands to struggle up from the ground.

Yes, the man who suddenly appeared was none other than Zhao Hui, the Dragon Shadow Elders’ core member whom Bai Xiaofan had last fought in Anchang City, leaving them both critically wounded.

Goddamn!

Previously, when Yuan’er mentioned that this guy fled afterward, Bai Xiaofan even marveled at his incredible luck.

But now, out of all places, he showed up here!

If Bai Xiaofan were unharmed, with his current cultivation level, he’d be guaranteed to beat Zhao Hui.

Unfortunately, after his battle with Smoke Ghost, Bai Xiaofan was already gravely injured.

Let alone taking on someone like Zhao Hui, an expert at the peak of Nascent Soul; even those seven or eight remaining Black Witch Clan members might be more than Bai Xiaofan could handle.

And Xiao Mei was injured too—she definitely couldn’t beat Zhao Hui either.

It seemed this time, their chances were slim to none.

“Heh, of course!

The grudge from last time when you took my arm—how could I forget?

And now, finding you in such dire straits—it honestly delights me!”

Zhao Hui chuckled lightly, wearing an expression of victory as he looked at Bai Xiaofan, who could barely stand.

The remaining Black Witch Clan members, seeing the sudden arrival of this one-armed elder with a grudge against Bai Xiaofan, all displayed gloating smiles.

“Do you think you can kill me right now?”

Bai Xiaofan faced the smug Zhao Hui and asked calmly, with no trace of emotional fluctuation.

The reason Bai Xiaofan posed this question wasn’t without merit.

If push came to shove, he could lift the seal on the second golden tadpole character and expose his cultivation level to the Heavenly Dao.

Doing so would inevitably draw heavenly punishment.

With the power of the punishment, Bai Xiaofan believed he’d stand a chance against Zhao Hui.

But this would also mean prematurely revealing his trump card from the battle against Elder Wu.

And that wasn’t what Bai Xiaofan wanted.

Given his current strength, even against a half-step Divinity Transformation level Smoke Ghost, he’d barely managed—let alone facing the mid-Divinity Transformation Elder Wu!

“Stop pretending to be tough, Bai Xiaofan!

You’re already at the end of your rope—what’s there to brag about?”

“Exactly!

This gentleman here could kill you effortlessly!”

“Bai Xiaofan, you’re really something, running into enemies even in a situation like this!”

“Hahaha, Bai Xiaofan!

Are you feeling the despair yet?”

The remaining Black Witch Clan members scoffed loudly, mocking Bai Xiaofan for daring to speak boldly even when on the brink of death.

After all, even if Zhao Hui didn’t act against Bai Xiaofan, they themselves didn’t fear this severely wounded Bai Xiaofan anymore.

“Hear that?

Look at you—you’ve made enemies everywhere!”

Zhao Hui shook his head slightly, casually commenting as he listened to their taunts.

And with that, Zhao Hui made his move.

A peak Nascent Soul’s power was certainly nothing to scoff at…

But what shocked everyone was that Zhao Hui’s target wasn’t Bai Xiaofan, struggling to stay on his feet, but the Black Witch Clan members instead.

With Zhao Hui’s sudden attack and his vastly superior strength, the seven or eight remaining Black Witch Clan members were wiped out in mere moments.

Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei stared at Zhao Hui in disbelief.

Did this guy just kill the wrong people?

Especially Bai Xiaofan—his eyes reflected incredulity and suspicion as he looked at Zhao Hui with a thoughtful expression.

“What’s this supposed to mean?

Afraid someone might spread word of you killing me?

That’s not your usual style, is it?”

Bai Xiaofan asked quietly, while quickly working to regulate his injuries and regain his fighting strength.

“Heh, how about we find a place to sit down and have a proper discussion?”

Zhao Hui responded nonchalantly, as though he’d already anticipated Bai Xiaofan’s question.

“Fine.

I could use some clean clothes anyway.”

Though Bai Xiaofan didn’t know Zhao Hui’s intentions, his instincts told him that Zhao Hui didn’t harbor killing intent toward him.

If he did, there’d be no need for all this idle chatter!

The trio made their way to a nearby hotel and booked a temporary room.

Of course, Zhao Hui was the one who got the room, while Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei entered through the window.

Bai Xiaofan sat on the floor regulating his injuries, while Xiao Mei went out to buy clothes.

Fortunately, Xiao Mei’s clothes weren’t heavily stained with blood, so most people didn’t notice.

Originally, Bai Xiaofan wanted the front desk to help buy clothes, but Xiao Mei refused.

She said the front desk had bad taste and would pick ugly outfits.

After changing into clean clothes, Bai Xiaofan, supported by Xiao Mei, headed to the hotel restaurant and sat down across from Zhao Hui, who was already eating.

“You didn’t take the opportunity to run away.

Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you and steal your Chosen One’s destiny?”

Zhao Hui asked quietly, eyeing the newly seated Bai Xiaofan.

“You?

You’re not even qualified to make me run!”

Bai Xiaofan glanced at Zhao Hui, waved toward the waiter, and ordered a few dishes.

“So confident?

You’re seriously injured right now; killing you would be incredibly easy.”

Zhao Hui didn’t seem angry at Bai Xiaofan’s words and instead pursued the topic further.

“Of course.

Do you think someone like me, Bai Xiaofan, would leave myself without a backup plan?”

Bai Xiaofan smiled confidently and responded with a rhetorical question.