Chapter 4700 — The One Who Stuck His Neck Out
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"Are you out of your mind? You'd actually believe a word out of Scarface's mouth—a man who eats people without spitting out the bones? Sure, there's good stuff in the Eternal Canyon, but do you really think you can just stroll in and scoop up all those heavenly treasures and earthly rarities? You can't even imagine the horrors in there. Even if you get in alive, whether you get out alive is another question entirely—and you're still dreaming of breaking even?" Someone nearby immediately sneered.
"Exactly. Do you have any idea how big Scarface's appetite is? Even if you get in, even if your luck really does explode and you find something good, do you think he won't search you all over again on the way out? Do you think he'll just let you walk away that easily? Try using a little brain, would you?" someone beside him chimed in.
With these few words, the faces of the trial candidates in the surrounding area turned unspeakably grim. They were all speaking the plain truth. Scarface could not possibly be some honest, upstanding sort. Let you in, and he'd search you—let you out, and of course he'd search you again. Any fool could work that out with their toes. Work your fingers to the bone for him from start to finish, and risk your life on top of it—what the hell was the point?
"Then what's left to say? We can only steer clear of this cursed place. Even if our haul is a little smaller, it's still better than delivering ourselves to Scarface's doorstep to be plucked clean. I'm not stupid!" Someone immediately began to think of backing out.
There were no few who harbored the same thought, yet not everyone was willing to retreat just like that. After all, once you withdrew, you could only go hunting for a needle in the desert haystack. Better, then, to take a gamble—fortune favors the bold!
Sure enough, even as the crowd murmured among themselves, a man in gray suddenly leaped out from their midst, drawing every gaze in an instant.
"I am Duan Wuzong of the Nakajima Thousand Blades Sect. I have no heavenly treasures or earthly rarities worth showing. Precisely for that reason, I must enter the Eternal Canyon. I ask that you do me this convenience, sir. I trust you would not wish this trifling matter to end in a fight to the death—that would look bad for both of us." As the gray-robed man spoke, he revealed a fierce, overbearing aura—he was unmistakably a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
The moment this Duan Wuzong stepped forward, an uproar swept the scene. Every last person widened their eyes. The reason they had all been gathered here, caught between advancing and retreating, was precisely that they lacked a leader. But now, at last, one had appeared.
"Oh? So what we have here is a tough nut, looking to take on my turf single-handed?" Scarface's face was full of contempt as he cast a casual, careless glance at Duan Wuzong.
"I wouldn't dare. Whether the others live or die is no concern of mine. I merely ask that you open a convenient door, sir. After all, if we truly come to blows, mutual destruction would suit neither of us, and we might even let someone else fish in troubled waters. What do you say?" Duan Wuzong's tone could scarcely conceal his arrogance.
"Heh, this one's out to trip the landmine," Wei Zhao said with a faint smile and a shake of his head, judging from the man's aura. This Duan Wuzong of the Thousand Blades Sect was indeed a rare talent, standing out among the crowd of peak Nascent Soul cultivators. Such pride and such confidence were only natural—but unfortunately, the man opposite him was, after all, a peak expert of the early Xuan Sheng stage, and would not swallow that sort of act.