Chapter 3772: The Transmigrator's Shock? Dongfang Bai's Unrivaled Move

Within the merged world.

Qiao Feng's brows knit tightly; he was inside the Beggars' Sect's main headquarters.

"Chu Liuxiang... Chu Liuxiang!"

After pacing in circles on the spot several times, he suddenly spoke, "Do you know of a fellow called Chu Liuxiang?"

The surrounding Beggars' Sect elders glanced at one another.

Finally, one elder of the Beggars' Sect spoke cautiously, "Chief, are you referring to the legendary Saint of Thieves?"

Qiao Feng's eyelid twitched. If he remembered correctly, the transmigrator enemy they were facing this time was also the Saint of Thieves, wasn't he? Though deeply exasperated, he still nodded, "That's... that fellow."

"That Saint of Thieves is indeed renowned throughout the jianghu."

Another elder spoke up; after a moment's hesitation, he continued, "Chief, are you looking for him? The last place he acted... is very far from where we are now.

On top of that, with his uncanny comings and goings, it's very hard for our Beggars' Sect to track him down."

Qiao Feng lapsed into thought.

It seemed the two worlds had already finished merging... but what method could be used next to find Chu Liuxiang in the shortest time? Before he could devise a plan, ripples suddenly stirred through the void.

Su Han's figure stepped out of the void, and behind him stood Dongfang Bai.

"Who goes there?"

"How dare you act so brazenly on Beggars' Sect ground!"

"Haven't seen anyone this audacious in ages."

The many Beggars' Sect elders all leapt up. After the Apricot Grove incident, their reverence for Qiao Feng had reached its absolute peak.

So the moment they saw someone daring enough to sneak in—appearing right before Qiao Feng, no less—they were both shocked and furious.

"No need for words."

Qiao Feng's voice carried inner force, resonant and bold. "These two are my closest friends."

An eight-bag Beggars' Sect elder who had been channeling palm force in his hand froze on the spot, and then he saw Su Han's half-smile; his pupils abruptly dilated.

He was one of the survivors of the last Apricot Grove incident.

The man before him gradually connected in his mind with the figure outside the Apricot Grove.

His face turned deathly pale; with a thud he dropped to the ground, his body trembling.

"... Must you be this afraid of me?"

Su Han rubbed his own cheek, somewhat speechless.

"It must be the lingering aftereffects of the last incident."

Dongfang Bai's voice was even; she gazed at Su Han's face, her words carrying heartfelt admiration. "Purely in terms of looks, President, you are the most dazzling figure I have encountered in my life."

"I once heard that in ancient times there was a king who lit beacon fires to toy with the feudal lords... all for the sake of coaxing a smile from his beauty.

I used to scoff at that... but since the last time I saw the President, I can understand that king. If I were him, faced with the President, I would probably also lose my head."

Su Han's brow twitched; he stared at Dongfang Bai, speechless.

King You of Zhou was a man, wasn't he? That analogy of yours is completely inappropriate.

"Ahem."

Qiao Feng gave a light cough and said with a wry smile, "Young Lady Dongfang, please, do stop teasing the President.

If the President truly can't get off the stage, the lot of us will end up suffering for it."

"Just a joke."

Clad in red, she smiled winsomely.

Su Han simply stopped looking at Dongfang Bai. He opened the guild livestream, snapped his fingers, and a gate slowly took shape in the void.

Several Beggars' Sect experts who had been helping the elder collapsed on the floor to his feet saw this scene, and their expressions changed drastically.

"... What in the world is this?"

"This is simply... a divine feat... Look, someone actually came out from inside. I recognize this person... He seems to be Chu Liuxiang."

"It's... that famously renowned Saint of Thieves? How could..."

"I suddenly recall what happened last time at Apricot Grove... Could it be..."

Many elders' faces changed abruptly; they instinctively glanced at that Beggars' Sect elder who was limp all over, suddenly realizing that this elder last time seemed to be... a witness to the Apricot Grove incident.

They all understood in their hearts.

They looked once more at Su Han and Dongfang Bai, a glint of shock and reverence entering their eyes.

"President, Chief Qiao."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and nodded to the two of them in greeting, then swept his gaze over Dongfang Bai and sighed, "Dongfang Cult Leader is truly dashing and heroic! No less than any man."

Dongfang Bai glanced at Chu Liuxiang, offering no opinion.

Chu Liuxiang didn't mind either. He turned his head and fixed his gaze on Su Han. "Then, President... where might our enemy be now?"

"He's already come, just not here."

Su Han thought briefly; with a shift of his mind, a Kamar-Taj magical array diagram instantly appeared on the ceiling.

Accompanied by a crisp whoosh, a figure suddenly tumbled down from the ceiling and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Qiao Feng's mouth twitched wildly, his expression strange. "President, this is our enemy?"

"It feels rather different from what I imagined."

Dongfang Bai's expression was also a bit off. An opponent worth 150,000 points—even she found him somewhat tricky.

But who would have thought that right at the start he'd just plummet from the sky to the earth, losing every shred of cool.

At the very least, if the ground beneath Dongfang Bai's feet suddenly gave way, she could rely on her formidable mastery of qinggong to steady herself.

Bai Yutang lay on the ground. He quickly realized what had happened; his face turned blue, then purple, and he squeezed two words through his clenched teeth, "—"

"Bastard!"

A terrifying internal force erupted violently within his body, and the great hall of the Beggars' Sect collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Qiao Feng's expression was solemn. He flipped over to stand before the many elders, internal force surging within him, and collided head-on with the incoming shockwave — only then did he prevent the numerous Beggars' Sect elders from dying on the spot.

"All of you, stand down!"

Qiao Feng's voice was deep and resonant.

The many Beggars' Sect elders, now realizing what had happened, wore ugly expressions. They bowed once to Qiao Feng, then withdrew.

Bai Yutang's face was dark and grim, but when his gaze swept across the scene — across the crowd — his expression suddenly changed. "Qiao Feng, Chu Liuxiang... and this! How can there be a female version of the Eastern Sect Master in red—"

Bai Yutang's mind reeled.