Chapter 208: What?! Kill me just for wanting to be your friend?! And Third-Rank Alchemical Mastery! (3/3, Request Self-Subscription!)

Hu—!

Ten thousand sword qi returned into his body.

Only a puddle of blood-mud remained where he stood.

Meng Zhangqing curled his five fingers in the air, and a storage ring fell into his hand.

Killing someone without looting the corpse.

That's not a good habit.

His gaze then fell upon the two figures not far away.

At this moment.

The two stood frozen in place.

They seemed utterly stunned.

Heaven knows what they had just witnessed.

Wei Qing, fully unleashed, charged forward viciously—and was then... instantly slain?

"Fuck!"

The man beside him snapped out of it and roared, "Wei Qing, I curse your ancestors eighteen generations!"

Before coming, Wei Qing had sworn that this was merely a rising prodigy with shallow roots and insufficient strength—certainly easy to subdue.

He and the Green Pill Elder were only meant to guard and oversee!

But now??

This is "not that strong"?

You were outright obliterated!

If I didn't misread it, that was the Perfect-level Great Freedom Mysterious Golden Sword Art!

This technique, even at Initial-stage Earth Rank, was already among the strongest; once perfected, its power rivaled that of Mid-stage!

"Damn Wei Qing—he's dragging us to our deaths!"

The Green Pill Elder, having recovered, couldn't help cursing bitterly.

If looks could kill, Wei Qing's blood-mud would have been shredded again.

Their strength was slightly inferior to Wei Qing's; if he died so cleanly, what chance did they have?

"Run!"

Without hesitation, they spun to flee—but their steps froze instantly.

For a man stood before them.

It was Meng Zhangqing.

"Ancient saying goes: 'Is it not delightful when friends come from afar?' Why rush away? Let me, at least, offer you proper hospitality."

Meng Zhangqing slowly drew the longsword at his waist.

The unique sharpness of a Gao Jie spiritual weapon sent icy dread crawling up their spines.

"I—I swear we're not with Wei Qing. Do you believe me?"

One of them said.

Unlike the Green Pill Elder, he was a pure martial artist named Xiong Boyan.

Within the Huangquanmo Sect, he held a fairly high position as a Gao Jie executive.

"I can believe you—but you must agree to one small request."

Meng Zhangqing smiled faintly.

"What request?"

Both froze.

"I love making friends above all else, especially with masters like you. So, will you become my friends?"

Meng Zhangqing said.

"?"

Both doubted they'd heard correctly.

Friends?

What the hell is this?

You're a true disciple of the Xuan Sect—why would you want to be friends with us, a bunch of demonic cultivators?

Shuāi!