Chapter 849: Imperial Armor

A demon armor that has lost its crystal is as if it has no soul, and naturally becomes a lifeless object.

Bai Zichuan struck first, and before anyone could react, he slipped all the demon armors into his bag, truly leaving not a single one for Ye Qingran.

Seeing the high platform now empty, Xia Zhimeng and the others were furious.

"Bai Zichuan, have you any shame?"

The Bai Tribe members saw this but were unperturbed, "The things in the Demon God Relic are ownerless by nature; everyone relies on their own ability. If you act slowly, you can't blame others!"

Bai Zichuan, having obtained all the demon armors, wore a smug grin, stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, and gave Ye Qingran a contemptuous smile, "Ye Qingran, I call this treating a man with his own method. How does it feel, uncomfortable?"

Ye Qingran did not show any anger, but let out a light laugh, looking at Bai Zichuan, "Bai Zichuan, Bai Zichuan, you are even more shameless than I imagined. Is it only you, or are all the Bai Tribe like this?"

"Bai Zifeng, you speak."

The suddenly called-out Bai Zifeng wore a bewildered expression.

"If it were you, would you do this?"

Bai Zifeng thought for a moment; he would have done it before, but now he hesitated, feeling that this behavior was indeed... not shameful.

How could this happen?

He has changed!

"Bai Zichuan, with so many demon armors, how can you swallow them all alone? Shouldn't you take some out to share with others?"

Hearing Ye Qingran say that, everyone's gaze turned to Bai Zichuan, their eyes filled with expectation.

Bai Zichuan frowned at this.

He wasn't stupid; these demon armors are priceless treasures. If he returned them to the Bai Tribe, he would be praised. How could he possibly share them with these useless scraps?

"Ye Qingran, aren't you just waiting for me to take the demon armors out, then snatch them back one by one? I'm not stupid; once I'm out, these demon armors will naturally be distributed to everyone."

Feng Xianyin sneered, "Bai Zichuan, if you want to hog them, just say so. Who would believe such words?"

"Feng Xianyin, what does this have to do with you?"

"Of course it concerns me; I find you unsightly, what's the problem?"

"You..."

Bai Zichuan was infuriated to the point of death by Feng Xianyin; murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and after he left, he would find a chance to kill Feng Xianyin and then eradicate the Feng Clan!

"How about this, Bai Zichuan: you take the demon armors out and share them with everyone. I swear I won't snatch them back. How does that sound?"

Ye Qingran said calmly.

Feng Xianyin raised an eyebrow, her spiritual voice reaching Ye Qingran, "Did you deliberately let him take them?"

"You're overthinking it."

Feng Xianyin: I don't believe you a bit!

Bai Zichuan's face grew grim.

"Bai Zichuan, Ye Qingran has already sworn, why haven't you handed over the demon armors? Are you unwilling?"

Someone shouted.

"Indeed, Ye Qingran has already said enough. Do you need to hide them? You keep saying you'll guard them for us, but who knows what you're planning?"

"Once we get out, the sea is vast for fish to leap. If you leave, who can hold you? When you return to the Bai Tribe, what can we do to you?"

Everyone spoke up one after another.

They had never trusted Bai Zichuan much; now his repeated refusal to hand over the demon armors left no room for speculation.

"Everyone, stop hoping; I don't think Bai Zichuan will ever hand over the demon armors!"

Qin Zixie shouted.

With that, everyone's trust in Bai Zichuan dropped to zero.

"Just now you kept calling Ye Qingran shameless, but I think the most shameless is him!"

"Shameless! Using the Bai Tribe behind you as a shield to act arbitrarily? What a damn suppression of a generation's genius, I think it's just crap!"

Public opinion is a very interesting thing.

It can lift a person to the heavens, or trample them into the mud.

"My young master said, once we leave the Demon God Relic, we'll take out the demon armors and share them. Why are you arguing here?"

The Bai Tribe members said impatiently.

"Bai Zichuan, will you obediently hand over the demon armors, or should I go get them myself?"

Ye Qingran asked, the crystal's red glow made the light in her eyes appear oddly threefold.

"What's in my pocket isn't that easy to take out now."

Bai Zichuan gave a cold smile.

"Try it and you'll see."

As Ye Qingran finished speaking, the crystal before her rose into the air.

Then, the light flared intensely; Bai Zichuan felt a disturbance in his own space, a sharp sting in his sea of consciousness, and the thirteen demon armors he had stored suddenly flew out of his space uncontrolled, swirling around him.

Soon the thirteen demon armors merged into one, forming an overwhelmingly majestic and exquisitely refined Imperial War Armor!

"Living to wear a war armor of this caliber even once is your honor."

Ye Qingran whispered, and as her words fell, the Imperial War Armor flashed, flew toward Bai Zichuan, and in the next instant clad his body.

Bai Zichuan was already handsome as a jade tree in the wind; now he looked even more noble and extraordinary.

Only...

The truth is not so.

Behind his seemingly brilliant exterior, he felt invisible threads crawling from his skin into his body, making him like a marionette, beyond his own control.

"Ah!!!"

Bai Zichuan gritted his teeth and roared, trying to break free from the Imperial War Armor's restraints, but with his current strength, how could he contend with it?

"Go!"

Ye Qingran controlled the crystal, and with a single command, Bai Zichuan, clad in imperial war armor, slammed into the nearby obsidian wall.

How solid is the obsidian?

And how much defensive power does the imperial war armor have?

Both remained completely undamaged, except that Bai Zichuan's head was broken and bleeding.

"Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self‑inflicted sins cannot be survived!"

"Vent!"

Earlier, Bai Zichuan snatched the demon armor and made them all furious; now Bai Zichuan has received his retribution, which makes them feel especially relieved and satisfied.

Under Ye Qingran's control, Bai Zichuan flew up again, slammed his head into another wall, and this time he fared even worse, shattering a tooth outright!

"Ye Qingran, stop!"

A Bai Tribe person ordered.

"Stop? Why should I stop?"

Ye Qingran said, continuing to control Bai Zichuan.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

Various collision sounds mixed with Bai Zichuan's cries of pain echoed through the Demon God Tomb, not evoking sympathy but instead a sense of exhilaration.