In midair, Dongfang Bubai’s cool gaze swept over the disappearing figure of Chu Liu Xiang below, and she retracted the silver needle in her hand.
The name of the Thief Commander, seen today, truly lives up to its reputation.
In such a situation, he had managed to devise a strategy that exploited human nature and escaped from certain death.
Even if she had struck with the needle once more, she had no assurance of killing him.
However, if she had exerted her full strength, the Thief Commander, no matter how cunning, would have inevitably remained here today.
Yet, Dongfang Bubai was unwilling to let such minor matters slow the recovery of her Essence Qi.
"What a Chu Liu Xiang..."
Jiang Dali frowned as he gripped the Ancient Bronze Sword Box, watching the direction in which Chu Liu Xiang fled, and he had the vague suspicion that his recent attempt to snatch the Sword Box had inadvertently enabled Chu Liu Xiang to escape death.
But his intent had been to obtain the Sword Box, a reflexive action to seize the advantage in a desperate situation, without the scope to consider such lengths to detail.
If he had let go of the Sword Box, Chu Liu Xiang would be dead.
But the Sword Box would also have fallen into Xu Yuanping’s hands again.
In fact, if one thought deeply about it, the chances of capturing Xu Yuanping and then snatching back the Sword Box were definitely greater than killing Chu Liu Xiang later on.
But who truly has the heart to forgo the immediate benefit for a future contest? And how many can think through such detailed considerations in that split second of impulse?
"The Thief Commander is worthy of his title, with thoughts finer than strands of hair. Expecting me to be that meticulous and calculating is just too difficult, it’s not my style!"
Jiang Dali inwardly sighed in admiration of Chu Liu Xiang’s calm and decisive adaptability in moments of crisis.
Perhaps even Lu Xiaofeng, if placed in the same situation, might not have matched such a feat.
But now that the Ancient Bronze Sword Box was in his possession, he, Jiang Dali, was the biggest winner of this encounter.
Jiang Dali turned to look at the purple-clothed woman, Xiao Chacha, who was dragging Xu Yuanping away, and Tai Anqi and the others who were in pursuit.
He snorted lightly and moved toward Yu Cheng, who was still convulsing on the ground.
With one kick, he killed the man and took the Iron Bone Fan in his hand to take back for Hua Zhezhi to use.
Afterward, he looked up at the sky.
A hawk’s cry pierced the air.
Demon Hawk swooped down, its Double Wings rolling up a whirlwind like dark clouds.
Jiang Dali leapt up onto the Demon Hawk and looked at Dongfang Bubai, who was sitting leisurely on the Ice Soul Jade Chair, her arm propped on its armrest supporting her cheek, enjoying a massage from Wang Yuyan, her expression cold and indifferent. At that moment, the words of gratitude on his lips changed to something else.
"You were just half-reclining when you threw the needle? No wonder you didn’t kill the Thief Commander with a single shot."
Dongfang Bubai glanced coldly at Jiang Dali, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, her eyes shifting as she spoke, "If not for your greed for the Sword Box in your hand, there would be no Thief Commander left in this world."
"Ah!" Jiang Dali patted the Sword Box, which made a resonant clanging sound, and laughed, "Two birds in the bush are not worth one in the hand. Of course, it’s best to secure this treasure first. As for the Thief Commander’s life or death, what does it have to do with me? If he dies, it’s no benefit to me. If he doesn’t die...
Hiss— Could he actually be planning to steal from my Black Wind Village?"
Wang Yuyan, who had been massaging with a wronged face, suddenly burst out laughing, "There’s nothing in your Mountain Village like the Jade Beauty or such treasures. Surely, Xiang Shuai wouldn’t bother visiting."
Jiang Dali grinned broadly, "You little girl are small in stature but big in talk. Laozi’s Black Wind Village might not have a Jade Beauty, but we snatched you, a girl who knows many Martial Arts secrets — barely a beauty in your own right. Maybe Xiang Shuai will really come to steal you away."
Wang Yuyan blushed and chided with embarrassment, "Since when did Master Jiang learn to flatter ."
Jiang Dali sat down heavily on the Ice Soul Jade Chair, snorting, "You little girl have followed Laozi for quite some time now, eaten plenty of Silver Coin delicacies, yet not a single good Martial Art did you divulge. Once I deal with the present matters, I will entertain you properly. There’s no place in my Black Wind Village for just a pretty vase!"
Wang Yuyan’s eyes trembled with fright, nearly bringing her to tears; she quickly lowered her head and focused on massaging Dongfang Bubai.
"Let’s go! Those short-legged devils have run quite a distance. Chase them!"
Jiang Dali stomped his feet on Demon Hawk, pointing towards the fleeing Xu Yuanping and others...
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