Chapter 620 - 225: What a Miserable Day

"Beast, is that you?

"You dare to come back, I’ll skin you alive!"

When they saw it was Su Yue, several Fourth-Grade Yangxiang Race members went berserk, their eyes bloodshot as they charged over like rabid dogs ready to bite.

Murderous intent filled the air.

Indeed.

Even when facing the damned Divine Land Martial Artist, they were never this furious.

Tear him to pieces.

We must tear him to pieces, without a moment’s hesitation.

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

Su Yue was originally a few hundred meters away, but in the blink of an eye, several Yangxiang Race members had already surrounded him.

"Don’t act yet, surround him... today the leader’s here, we’ll capture him alive!

"Anyone who acts impulsively, be careful the leader doesn’t bury you alive."

The Yangxiang Race squad wasn’t entirely made of idiots; there were a few who stayed clear-headed.

Crack! Crack!

Su Yue walked forward with his hands behind his back, unhurried and calm. He was easily surrounded, yet his face showed no sign of panic.

Although Su Yue had the Blue Fist, which could kill this group of Yangxiang Race members, he still had to consider the Divine Land Martial Artists in the Wei Yuan Corps.

He had to get closer to the Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race, then think of a way to rescue the humans.

Slowly find an opportunity.

Don’t rush.

"Tell me, where is Black Jin? Why did you lie to me?"

Several Yangxiang Race members suppressed their fury, gnashing their teeth, their fists clenched, joints crackling.

Towards Su Yue, this group of Yangxiang Race was unprecedentedly furious.

"I lied to you simply because you’re stupid, isn’t that obvious!"

Su Yue continued walking toward the Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race, his pace steady.

At the same time, he gave a disdainful glance at the Yangxiang Race member who questioned him.

His eyes were mocking an imbecile.

"I’ll kill you..."

The mocked Yangxiang Race member was on the verge of insanity.

He was hysterically about to attack Su Yue.

How dare a mere Third-Grade like you mock me.

Because of you, I took seven lashes, beaten to the point of torn flesh, I must kill you.

Boom!

"I’ll say it again, everyone calm down, do you want the leader to kill you all?"

The leading Yangxiang Race member punched the foolish Yangxiang Race member away.

"Friend, we have no grudge against you. As long as you tell us Black Jin’s whereabouts, not only will we spare you, but we’ll also give you some pills!

"Seeing that you’re a foreign martial artist, if you obediently reveal Black Jin’s whereabouts, I can allow you to join us.

"In Mao Yao City, the resources for the official army martial artists are undoubtedly more than those of you wild martial artists."

The leading Yangxiang Race member said sinisterly.

He knew the stakes.

"Shut up.

"What status do you have to speak to me?"

Su Yue sneered arrogantly, mocking disdainfully.

His gaze was solely on that Fifth-Grade.

Who would have thought, even in the Yangxiang Race there’s discrimination based on rank.

Looks like as a newcomer, I’m just considered a disdained temporary worker.

Su Yue heard from Black Jin.

Whenever there was a thankless task to invade the humans, it was left to the temporary workers.

Whereas collecting the spoils was left to the martial artists with official status in Mao Yao City.

It’s utterly unfair.

Outside Mao Yao City, many temporary worker squads gathered. Most came from battlefield refugees, some had tough times in their original city, or perhaps offended strong individuals and fled, and of course, it wasn’t short of various escaped prisoners.

Some refugees were simply unlucky; their cities were destroyed.

Of course, they weren’t destroyed by humans, but by wars with the other seven races.

Even internally, the Yangxiang Race had wars.

All sorts of tangled factors caused Mao Yao City to gather numerous wandering foreign races.

"You..."

This martial artist’s liver ached from Su Yue’s provocation.

You, a temporary worker who can’t even enter a city, dare to mock me?

Kill!

After finding out Black Jin’s whereabouts, I must find a way to kill this beast.

He must be skinned alive.

"If he’s not qualified to speak, then how about me?"

Zi Zhen said.

At this moment, Su Yue also reached Zi Zhen’s side.

Once he let down his guard, Su Yue could find a way to rescue the humans.

Yet it was in vain.

This Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race was very cautious, although Su Yue was just a Third-Grade, the opponent didn’t relax much.

Of course, it might also be because Su Yue was too weak to find the opponent’s flaw.

"Actually, I’ve been waiting for you, noble leader."

Su Yue smiled calmly, paying a compliment simultaneously.

"Foreigner, name your terms.

"When Black Jin returned from Earth, he was already on the verge of death, you must know his whereabouts.

"As long as you let me find Black Jin, I can promise you anything.

"Pills, resources, combat skills, and the residency in Mao Yao City that you foreigners need the most... I could even let you become my subordinate. Though you’re weak at Third-Grade, I can make an exception."

Zi Zhen didn’t waste any time.

He got straight to the point and directly offered the biggest olive branch.

It was essential to capture Black Jin.

In fact, Zi Zhen wasn’t lying.

If they could really find Black Jin, he truly could vigorously cultivate Su Yue.

After all, having a cunning subordinate might prove even more beneficial.

Zi Zhen was very sincere; he wasn’t lying at all.

...

"Are you West Martial Su Yue?

"I could actually escape, you don’t have to worry about me.

"Forget it, now I have to save you. Watch for my hand signal, when I count to three, you run without hesitation.

"I’ll hold them off for you."

...

Su Yue’s expression remained serious, still pondering how to rescue the humans.

However, in the next moment, Su Yue felt a chill down his spine.

The captured human martial artist suddenly spoke in the Divine Land language.

It was even the Renqing Province dialect.

Most of the Yangxiang Race could understand some of the Divine Land language.