Volume 2, Chapter 278: Spending Money
Inside Broken Sword Mountain, Ye Tingmu helped Baili Rou sit down. Looking up at the sky, the battle between Baili Mu and Luosha was nearing its end.
Even though Baili Mu had some talent, he was still no match for the Emperor. His sword was broken, his hair was scattered, and a bright red spot was blasted out on his chest. The scene was extremely miserable.
Rakshasa was holding him in his hand like a chicken.
On the ground, the Immortal King who was blasted away by Ye Tingmu also crawled out from the ruins.
Similarly, a hole was torn directly in his chest, and blood was flowing out at this moment, dripping onto the ground, making a "sizzling" sound.
His eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. Ye Tingmu's move and punch just now were still flashing through his mind, so terrifying.
At this time, everyone saw Luosha carrying Baili Mu towards the Broken Sword Mountain barrier, and hurriedly made way for him.
Luosha was like this, in the sky, with one hand behind his back and the other holding Baili Mu, looking coldly at Ye Tingmu on the top of the mountain.
Baili Rou was recovering from her injuries at this time, and Ye Tingmu was also standing there. He did not dare to act rashly.
"Zang, you are pretty good?"
Ye Tingmu did not answer him, but turned his gaze to Baili Mu.
Although Baili Mu was covered in blood at this time, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if death was not scary to him.
"Tell me, how can we let him go?"
Since Rakshasa didn't kill him and spared his life, he must have some ulterior motive.
Luosha was stunned. Let him go?
"Haha, Zang, you must be dreaming. I have guarded Broken Sword Mountain for 20,000 years, a full 20,000 years. Finally, I caught one, and he's still alive. How could I let him go?" There was a playful look on his face and disdain in his eyes.
Ye Tingmu didn't hesitate and simply waved his hand. Ten drops of blood essence that glowed with blood-red light and contained the aura of the Immortal Emperor appeared in front of him.
"Ten drops of blood are enough to exchange for my senior brother's life. Is that enough?"
Hiss... The soldiers of the Killing Camp gasped.
Staring at the ten drops of essence blood, greed appeared in his eyes.
Even Luosha was slightly moved. This was the essence and blood of the Immortal Emperor, and there were 10 drops of it. How could he not be moved?
I saw a hint of hesitation in Rakshasa's eyes.
Ye Tingmu knew in his heart that there was a chance.
With another wave, an imperial weapon with a cold glow appeared before his eyes.
"The Death Scythe, a top-grade Emperor's Divine Weapon, is much stronger than the Heaven-shattering Divine Weapon in your hand. How about you release my brother and all of it will be yours?"
The soldiers looked at each other, and Luosha's mouth twitched.
Sure enough, it was exactly as I guessed. This burial had obviously cheated the ten major immortal sects and the Heavenly Palace of many things.
He took out 10 drops of Immortal Emperor's blood and a top-level Emperor's divine weapon without even frowning.
To be honest, he was indeed moved, but even though he was moved, he, Rakshasa, still had to follow basic principles. After all, he was also a powerful Immortal Emperor.
He said coldly, "Zang, who do you think I am? I am the great Emperor, the commander of the Killing Camp of the Eight Great Camps of Heaven. How can I be bribed by a mere vulgar person like you? You look down on me too much. I have my bottom line."
Ye Tingmu waved his hand again, and thousands of heavenly soldiers densely covered the entire mountaintop.
The various colors of light that bloomed were extremely dazzling.
Seeing such a scene, not only the soldiers of the Killing Camp, but even Rakshasa's body trembled.
Divine weapons are not uncommon, but when thousands of them appear at the same time, the scene is truly spectacular.
It was amazing, even Baili Rou was messy.
The dazzling light of the divine weapon illuminated Ye Tingmu's face even more clearly.
Ye Tingmu waved his sleeves, and the magic weapon soared into the sky, hovering in the air, making bursts of sounds that resounded through the blue sky and echoed across the heavens and earth.
He said proudly, "The world is bustling with unprofitable things. You all serve the Heavenly Court to obtain resources. As long as you are willing to release my brother, the divine weapons here will be yours, one for each of you brothers. You can choose any one you want."
With just one sentence, the thousands of people in the Killing Camp were shaken.
Those were the divine weapons of heaven. Most of the weapons in their hands were just divine weapons of earth, which they had obtained with great difficulty.
They looked at each other, the throbbing in their eyes nowhere to hide.
"Well, what's there to hesitate about? Aren't you thinking about yourself or your brothers? You've been guarding with them for 20,000 years, and what have you gained? What has Heaven given you? A pile of scrap metal? What Heaven gave you, I'll give you twice as much. What are you still hesitating about?"
A series of soul-searching questions completely confused Luosha.
But the soldiers of the Killing Camp lowered their heads.
It was indeed as Ye Tingmu said, they worked for the Heavenly Court, one to seek shelter, the other to obtain resources, but the Killing Camp was raised by a stepmother, not only did they have to guard here all year round, but the resources were very scarce, especially yesterday, when everyone was tricked by Ling Wanxiang, and the resentment in their hearts was even greater.
Luosha also hesitated. He was a man who valued loyalty and treated his subordinates like brothers.
His bottom line is the Killing Camp. Each person has a divine weapon. The temptation is too great.
That is the divine weapon. With the divine weapon in hand, his brothers’ strength will surely increase again.
Moreover, for so many years, they followed me and guarded here without regrets for 20,000 years, working hard and without complaint, but I gave them nothing and even caused them to be punished.
He never had the chance to make up for the guilt in his heart, because although he was the Immortal Emperor, he was not rich.
But Ye Tingmu in front of him gave him an opportunity, a chance to compensate his brother.
He was really shaken.
The change in Luosha's expression naturally fell into Ye Tingmu's eyes. Looking at his changing expression, Ye Tingmu knew in his heart that this matter was going to happen.
He immediately added fuel to the fire and patted the Kunlun coffin beside him.
"Rakshasa, brothers from the Killing Camp, you all know this thing. I'm not invincible with him, but I can roam the world with him. You don't have to agree with my proposal and kill my senior brother, but you must also be clear about the consequences. I, Ye Tingmu, swear here that if something happens to my senior brother today, I will fight to the death with you from the Killing Camp." His tone was solemn, low, and cold. It was a warning and a threat.
I’m just telling you, either you agree or you won’t be able to sleep well in the future.
Baili Rou looked at her junior brother. At this moment, the thirteen-year-old boy was so domineering and fascinating.
Luosha and others were also stunned. If it was as Su Changge said, they really couldn't do anything to him.
After all, the world book was closed yesterday, and the forty-one lands could not do anything to him.
At this point Rakshasa had to weigh the pros and cons.
"Fighting will hurt both sides. Letting him go will benefit both you and me. Between heaven and earth, you know it, I know it, and heaven and earth know it. My patience is limited. I will count to ten. You can make your own choice?"
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