Chapter 846: Chapter 844: Ignition (18) Chapter 846: Chapter 844: Ignition (18) “Yes,” Fu Qian replied with decisive succinctness when confronted with Xiumeng’s doubts.

“The first time I explored this place alone, I discovered this existence.”

“Your feelings are not wrong, this power that accompanies death is unimaginably magical.”

“It appears to naturally dissolve chaos and decay.”

“So that’s it, so the two of you each used one just now to dissolve what chaos?”

Fu Qian had an undoubtedly good memory, and he directly inquired about their recent discovery.

“Sorry, I can’t tell you that,” Xiumeng’s voice suddenly turned cold.

“Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Andiel, but you should realize that you are not only our target but have even become a competitor.”

“So I’m quite puzzled, why didn’t you try to run away after the narrow escape from death just now?”

“Could it be because it wasn’t just a fluke?”

Facing the threat, Fu Qian’s mouth brimmed with mockery.

“How can we know without trying?”

Stoss, who was nearby, was clearly having trouble containing his irritation, teetering on the verge of exploding.

“Trying is fine, of course, but it looks like it’ll come at a significant cost.”

Fu Qian was not flustered at all, gesturing as if crushing a talisman between his fingers.

“Facing a mere Demigod, could it be that after all the effort to kill, the result is not worth the loss?”

“Additionally, a friendly reminder that you might need to leave.”

“What do you mean?”

Asking instinctively, Xiumeng suddenly realized something.

“Did you alert others to come here?”

“Don’t think of me as so insincere,”
Fu Qian waved his hands in denial.

“As a reciprocation for the information just now, I can also reveal a bit: within the Unseen Hillock, there exists someone called the Prophet who has a sensitivity to the status of all Demigods, though of course, it’s ineffective on outsiders.”

“But you are not…”

Xiumeng’s mind was clearly quick, and he was grinding his teeth in frustration.

“Yes, so you might be surrounded at any moment. Of course, if you’re confident enough, this could be seen as an opportunity presenting itself.”

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Confident enough?

The Hunting Squad fell silent for a moment.

If they really were that confident, why bother with such trouble?

They might have two Divine Envoys on their side, but there was also an invalid, and the place remained fraught with danger at every turn, brooking no carelessness.

The man in front of them was definitely a serious problem, but just like he said, they couldn’t be sure they could kill him, and the cost of trying would be exceedingly high…

Seeing the complex expressions on their faces, Fu Qian’s demeanor grew even more relaxed.

His recent words might have been nonsense, but the conclusion was indeed true.

Just moments ago, the mark he had left on Akasha began to rapidly approach this location.

If that was not indication enough, a severed claw obtained from Akasha even twitched slightly.

From a scientific standpoint, one could argue it was a mere reflex arc reaction due to its freshness.

But Fu Qian preferred to interpret it as a large number of Demigods surrounding them, with one among them trying to make contact with its fallen remnant, subtly confirming whether an outsider was present.

He could even guess why they had discovered this place so quickly–the Clown.

The Prophet might not pay much attention to a Middle Tier like the Clown, but Ballard possibly would.

Towards the likes of Clown, an agent of chaos, Fu Qian suspected that, similar to Catherine, he was probably on Ballard’s blacklist and given significant attention.

In fact, this was one of the reasons Fu Qian had suggested the Clown come to the bar–if they were really going to clash with the Night Watchman, they might use him to draw the actions of the local Demigods, serving as a contingency plan for Fu Qian.

As it turned out, it was very effective.

…

“I never fear threats,” Old Master Stoss’s eyes revealed his intolerance for insolence.

While Xiumeng and another were hesitating, he was the first to speak with a cold laugh.

Oh.

Fu Qian’s tone remained neutral.

“Are you not afraid of the Logan outside either?”

En!

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In that instant, the atmosphere inside the bar seemed to increase in pressure ten-fold.

Not only was Aike petrified, but even Xiumeng stared at Fu Qian with a life-questioning gaze.

“You, how do you, know that?”

Stoss asked almost word by word.

“Sorry, I can’t tell you that.”

Fu Qian chose to plagiarize Xiumeng’s reply.

Outside in the carriage was Logan, he was fairly certain about that.

But saying it at this time was also after careful consideration.

There was no doubt this would make his previous words less credible and raise new questions about whether he was an outsider.

But given the current circumstances, any future encounter would definitely result in a deadly confrontation without any further discussion, it couldn’t get any worse.

Rather than that, it might be better to have them think more and increase the possibility of exchanging information when they meet next.

…

At this moment, no one could see Fu Qian’s expression, but anyone could easily imagine his maliciousness.

The Hunting Squad was clearly unaccustomed to being toyed with like this; Stoss’s whiskers twitched as if they were welding rods about to ignite at any moment.

Why were there so many irascible old men among these top-rank Night Watchmen?

Fu Qian felt a moment of emotion as he watched.

Sure enough, Stoss was irate but still had a team spirit.

Even at the peak of his fury, he first glanced at Xiumeng.

The latter decisively stopped him with a look.

“What’s going on?”

Stoss was very dissatisfied.

“Someone is coming.”

Xiumeng’s answer was very succinct.

“There’s a reaction from the carriage.”

Fierce Man, huh, directly using the patient as an alarm?

Fu Qian was impressed.

He had to admit, Xiumeng really had an array of tricks; if it were solely based on perception, he himself might not have noticed anything unusual at this moment.

“To our respective success on this journey.”

Facing Stoss’s man-eating gaze, Fu Qian repeated the toast, bidding farewell to his guests.

After all, as a veteran and a luminary, being hot-tempered was one thing, but he could still distinguish what was important.

After confirming that they could not take action, he snorted heavily and left with Xiumeng in a straightforward manner.

In just a breath’s time, the Hunting Squad had vanished from the bar.

“How does it feel?”

Fu Qian still hadn’t moved but turned to look at the Clown sitting beside him.

Since earlier on, the Clown had sat there without uttering a word.

“Not good.”

Escaping from death, the Clown’s words contained no sense of excitement.

“Understandable, being too lucid can be a bit painful for you.”

Fu Qian wasn’t very surprised.

“During the conversation just now, you must have heard some interesting information, any thoughts?”

“You mean a certain special flame that might be the key to escaping this place? I’m certain I’ve never heard anything like that before, and if anyone here might know, it would possibly be the Prophet.”

The Clown seemed to know what Fu Qian wanted to ask and said directly.

“Besides, maybe there’s interesting information, but I’m not sure if I’ll remember it when I wake up again.”

“Perhaps it’s not such a bad thing after all, humanity needs Chaos, if everything is too clear, life can easily feel uninteresting.”

Fu Qian waved his hand.

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye–”
The Clown didn’t finish speaking, because the next moment, he was engulfed by high temperatures, and then came the head and body.

In two seconds, he turned into a bright torch.

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Perhaps they couldn’t get to him, but after listening in on so much, the Hunting Squad couldn’t possibly let the Clown go.

Not to mention making a bit of a scene could effectively draw attention.

In fact, with the Transcendent fluctuations, more than one Demigod had appeared in Fu Qian’s senses.

And after a brief thought, he even picked up Akasha’s broken claw and placed it in the Clown’s blazing inferno.

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