Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 327 - 290: Border Town_3

Chapter 327: Chapter 290: Border Town_3

Once she launched such an attack, Shen Feixue would be beyond saving.

What other ways could he save his own life?

Wu Xiaode thought for a few moments, feeling utterly hopeless.

Suddenly.

He noticed the Book of the Dead floating nearby, with lines of tiny characters continuously appearing:

"You have expended 2 points of Soul Power;"

"You have expended 2 points of Soul Power;"

"You have expended 2 points of Soul Power;"

"..."

That’s it.

He still had one last move, one that he had been preparing since he first met Long Aotian.

—He didn’t know to what extent the Ying Yuan Sword’s power had reached after being infused with so much Soul Power.

But it had always been hidden by the silent Demon Mist, concealing all its energy and traces; he had even forgotten to check its condition.

In the current situation, it was not the time to check, perhaps later.

Time passed.

Shen Feixue finished her steak and couldn’t help but stretch languidly, a tired expression on her face.

Wu Xiaode naturally noticed this.

She had been hunted in the city, fainted in front of the City God Temple, journeyed with him to the Death World, and then traveled across the entire desert, naturally, she was a bit exhausted.

—And she was pregnant.

"Let’s find a place to rest," Wu Xiaode said, "I remember seeing a hotel on the street just now."

"Hmm, I’ll listen to you," Shen Feixue murmured softly.

The two of them got up and walked outside.

Suddenly.

A burly man came over with the previously seen skinny man, laughing boisterously:

"Welcome to our Oasis Bar, as the owner here, I must offer you a drink; you can’t leave without having one."

"Your hospitality is truly overwhelming—have you brought the drinks?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Here they are!" the burly man replied.

Another full glass of draft beer was served.

"The dose of anesthetics in this is truly alarming; if I weren’t here, the master would really be anesthetized," Ulysses whispered.

Wu Xiaode, as if unheard, downed the glass in one go.

"What a capacity for liquor!" the burly man exclaimed with an aggressive laugh.

Thud.

The beer glass was set down.

Ulysses, grumbling about "wasting money again," waved his hand, releasing Holy Light.

The mist obscured the radiance of the Holy Light, making Wu Xiaode appear absolutely normal.

Wu Xiaode patted the burly man’s shoulder and said:

"I’ve never seen such hospitality; I’ll visit again next time."

Almost at the same moment.

Two bronze hands quietly appeared in a room on the second floor of the bar.

They felt around on the wall, pressed a particular brick, opened a secret door, and found the safe behind it.

The two bronze hands excitedly gestured a hand signal for scissors, then gently gave each other a high-five.

"We’re leaving, we’ll probably stay at that hotel fifty meters away and come back for dinner later," Wu Xiaode said, as he pulled Shen Feixue and walked out.

The burly man along with the skinny man and everyone else in the bar stared fixedly at their departing figures.

Suddenly—

Wu Xiaode staggered.

"Hahaha!" the burly man and the crowd burst into triumphant laughter.

But Wu Xiaode quickly regained his balance.

He kicked a liquor bottle on the ground in annoyance, then turned around, his face expressing puzzlement, and said:

"Is your sense of humor really that low?"

Everyone fell silent.

The burly man looked at Wu Xiaode as if seeing a monster, unable to help himself and asked, "What did you think of our drink?"

"It’s especially refreshing! Makes me feel revitalized, just like harvesting crops in autumn brings joy of the harvest," Wu Xiaode gave a thumbs up, genuinely praising.

"...That’s good," the burly man muttered.

Wu Xiaode nodded at him, turned around, and walked out of the bar with Shen Feixue.