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Chapter 4610: 5.0362 A Wager

This familiar method made Qiao Mu think of one person: Mu Qingya!

Has this woman, after just a few days of silence, started scheming against her again? She wants to attack her, setting up layers of ambushes just to lure her into the trap. What a good technique, what a good plan.

Now that the gloves are off, Qiao Mu doesn't care what this woman will do. And that woman, too, seems to have no intention of hiding or pretending any longer. She brazenly bared her fangs, revealing her hideous true face. She's like a rat hiding in a foul gutter, occasionally scurrying out to squeak a few times at people, then scurrying back into the ditch when things don't look good. This made Qiao Mu extremely annoyed.

Qiao Mu now fully understood what this woman was coveting from her: the Ten Thousand Year Dragon Pearl! It truly drives people insane. She wondered if this cunning woman had extracted information from her mother, Long Chuyun, to be so single-mindedly intent on seizing it all these years.

As Qiao Mu thought of this, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. It was hateful that this woman was so sly, always changing locations after a battle, making her impossible to catch. Qiao Mu mused that at this moment, the woman should be at sea, probably not too far from her, allowing her to adjust her plans at any time.

"Engage!" Little Fatty hoisted his twin-headed hammer and charged forward, coming face-to-face with a corpse puppet charging from the front. With quick reflexes, Little Fatty brought his hammer down, instantly smashing the corpse puppet's askew head off its neck. The crowd behind him scrambled to get out of the way, dodging the fragments of bone that splattered from the corpse puppet.

Qi Xuanxuan quickly pulled out a strip of cloth to cover her small face, muttering, "This is so disgusting. If I hadn't dodged in time, I would have a mouthful of corpse sludge right now."

"Ugh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh!" Qi Xuanxuan shivered involuntarily, immediately feeling a bitter taste in her nostrils and deep in her throat.

Sikong Fuling drew her long sword from her consciousness, cutting off the hand of a corpse puppet clinging to a wall. She turned and glanced at Qi Xuanxuan, pouting, "What a spoiled temper."

"Who are you calling spoiled?" A purple light flashed in Qi Xuanxuan's hand, and a bolt of lightning shot out, instantly chopping the several attacking corpse puppets in front of her into smithereens.

Sikong Fuling's eyes lit up as she stared at the sword in Qi Xuanxuan's hand. "Is that a divine artifact?"

Qi Xuanxuan was busy hacking at the corpse puppets in front of her. Hearing Sikong Fuling, she couldn't help but nod triumphantly. "Of course it is."

She cast a sidelong glance at Sikong Fuling. "Sikong Fuling, how about we make a wager?"

"What kind of wager?"

"A wager on who cuts down more corpse puppet heads later."

"Heh." Sikong Fuling pursed her lips in disdain. "Your treasured artifact is much more powerful than mine. Wouldn't that be unfair to me?"

"I won't use this sword," Qi Xuanxuan said earnestly.

"Holy crap, how many corpse puppets are gathered here? Are we going to kill until our hands cramp?" Matta exerted himself, slaughtering corpse puppets amidst the horde. His gaze shifted, paused slightly, and he pointed at the ground. "Come quick! These things are crawling out from underground."

"We need to find their ground entrance and exit. We have to destroy that passage!" Otherwise, these monsters will keep crawling out from underground as if endlessly.

"Sikong Fuling, how about it?"