World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 366 - 201: Self-Rescue! The Kiss of Ashi Liren!

Chapter 366: 201: Self-Rescue! The Kiss of Ashi Liren!

"Hold on, no matter how much money the other party offers for my life, I will double it," Suo Lun shouted loudly.

"Double?" said the leader of the assassin from the Underworld Society, "Guess, how much is the price on your head?"

"Please speak plainly," Suo Lun said.

"One hundred and thirty thousand Gold Coins," the leader of the Underworld Society’s assassins said.

When this price was announced, even Suo Lun was completely shocked.

One hundred and thirty thousand Gold Coins?

This was an astronomical sum, completely surpassing the annual tax revenue of an entire province.

Was his life worth that many Gold Coins?

The leader of the assassins said, "Hard to imagine, isn’t it? In this deal, killing you is the easiest part. The hardest is that after killing you, we in the Underworld Society must brace for the Rage Wave Kingdom’s king’s wrath. That’s why the price is so steep. We initially did not want to accept this deal, but a significant figure stepped in as a guarantee, so we took it."

Suo Lun said, "Then I will offer two hundred and sixty thousand Gold Coins to buy back my life."

The leader of the assassins said, "Firstly, you don’t have two hundred and sixty thousand Gold Coins. Secondly, once the Underworld Society accepts a job, we never go back on our word, even for double the price. We value our integrity."

Suo Lun, indeed, could not produce two hundred and sixty thousand Gold Coins right away.

Even within two years, he could not come up with that amount of money. And it was hard for him to imagine how Zhi Li could afford to pay one hundred and thirty thousand Gold Coins in one go to hire the Underworld Society.

Just one Tianshui City battle had cost him over one hundred thousand Gold Coins, and adding the sixty thousand Gold Coins for the ransom of Turing Duo and Gui Qinqu, he was likely the one who needed to pay.

Even if he was as rich as a nation, he probably could not muster up three hundred thousand Gold Coins at once.

So, the person behind the payment might still include Fang Qingshu.

"According to the rules of the Underworld Society, the one to be killed is granted one last word," the leader of the assassins said. "What is your last word, and who do you want it to be said to? We can pass it on."

The leader of the assassins laid a sharp sword across Suo Lun’s throat, already breaking the skin, and blood gradually began to seep out.

Suo Lun looked at one of the Dragon Shooters and said, "Lord Batu of the Divine Dragon Celestial Palace, even though you wear a mask, I still recognize you. I didn’t expect that you, a Dragon Shooter from the Dragon Temple, would also come to earn extra money with the Underworld Society."

Batu was the overall supervisor during the academy’s graduation exam at Royal City. Later, he was punished by the Dragon Temple for participating with Zhi Ning in suppressing Suo Lun.

Suo Lun recognized him because his arms were exceptionally long, unlike an ordinary person.

Batu took off his mask, revealing his true face, and said, "Well met, Lord Suo Lun. Truly, one should look at old friends with new eyes after three days apart."

"Are you sure you don’t have a last word?" the leader of the assassins asked. "Then, embrace death."

Suddenly, Suo Lun forcefully tore off his clothes, revealing a mark on his chest.

"Lord Batu, you should recognize the mark on my chest, shouldn’t you?" Suo Lun asked.

Suo Lun circulated his qi and dragon power, and the mark on his chest became increasingly luminous; it was a Dragon Mark, radiating mysterious and sacred light.

Seeing this mark, Batu’s expression changed dramatically, and he exclaimed in shock, "That mark, where did you get it?"

Suo Lun said, "Last time, Fang Qing framed me, and the executioner took me to the Dragon Sacred Hall Tribunal, where I was interrogated for two days and nights. When I awoke, this mark was on my body. Fang Qing was confined for several months, and the three mental masters responsible for my interrogation were executed."

The leader of the assassins also cast a cold glance, recognizing the mark even though he was not a member of the Holy Temple.

This was the highest protective mark of the Dragon Temple; the emergence of the Dragon Mark meant that everyone from the Holy Temple nearby had to protect this person to their death.

At that moment, Batu and the three other Dragon Shooters suddenly stepped forward.

It turned out, there was more than just one person from the Divine Dragon Celestial Palace’s Sky Star Hall taking on outside work.

"Lord Batu, here in the wilderness, are you really going to honor this covenant of the Dragon Temple?" the leader of the assassins asked.

Batu said, "The Dragon is omniscient and omnipresent."

The leader of the assassins said, "But you have been expelled from Sky Star Hall."

Batu said, "Since the age of five, I have been studying in the Dragon Temple. Alive, I belong to the Holy Temple; dead, I shall be the ghost of the Holy Temple."

The leader of the assassins frowned and said, "So, are you really going to turn against us and fight over Suo Lun?"

Batu said, "It’s not that, but I can’t stand idly by and watch you kill Suo Lun without protest. That would violate the iron laws of the Dragon Temple. Therefore, we can escort Lord Suo Lun to the employer. After that we take our payment and leave, and everything will have nothing to do with us."

The leader of the assassins said, "You’re really hypocritical."

Batu said, "The iron laws of the Dragon Temple, I cannot violate them."

The leader of the assassins fell into contemplation; he could certainly kill Batu and his two companions on the spot if he wanted.

However, the three of them after all were high-ranking monks of the Dragon Temple. Although Sky Star Hall was a non-mainstream institution within the Dragon Temple, the Underworld Society feared no one except for the Dragon Temple.

"Once Suo Lun is handed over to the employer, can he kill Suo Lun?" the leader of the assassins asked.

"Of course," said Batu. "That would be just a worldly grudge, and the Dragon Temple will not interfere. Moreover, Lord Suo Lun will probably die even more miserably that way. That employer’s hatred for Lord Suo Lun is beyond compare."