Chapter 30: The First Battle

“No, he hasn’t betrayed us.” Lan Xin refused to believe any of it.

“I’ve been in contact with Lady Gong Kui. She’s already stated that Xia Yan wasn’t sent by her,” Chai Guan said, looking at Lan Xin. “Miss Lan Xin, think about it—how does Xia Yan have 150 diamond coins? There’s no way he earned that much himself. Only the most elite warriors could afford that. Purebloods of various races, for example.”

“No,” Lan Xin shook her head.

“When he left the Ninth District, his brain domain development hadn’t even reached thirty percent. It’s normal that he hadn’t awakened his bloodline then,” Chai Guan explained. “But after the battle between the Demon Clan and Naiyou, his brain domain might have reached thirty percent, awakening a foreign bloodline. Since then, he may have become one of the Demon Clan—or perhaps they let him go, and he rejoined his own kind.”

“He’s never betrayed us,” Lan Xin’s eyes darted evasively.

“Wake up, Miss Lan Xin,” Chai Guan sighed softly. “No matter what identity he holds now, he’s our enemy. We must kill him. The Chain of Purity cannot be lost. With a bounty a hundred times the ordinary amount, we have no intention of letting him go.”

“How could I ever lay a hand on Xia Yan?” Lan Xin’s expression was wild and frantic.

“Miss Lan Xin, he’s doomed. No way out. If he’s your friend, then he should let you be the one to kill him—so we can claim the bounty, and obtain the Chain of Purity,” Chai Guan smiled coldly. “Think about it: a man certain to die, why wouldn’t he let his friend benefit in his final moments?”

“No,” Lan Xin trembled in terror.

“If he doesn’t do that, then hasn’t he already betrayed you? Betrayed humanity?” Chai Guan sneered. “Miss Lan Xin, grip your sword tight. Don’t hesitate for a second, or it might be you who dies.”

“No, I can’t do that.” Lan Xin shook her head, the madness in her eyes growing stronger. “I will bring Xia Yan back. He can’t stay here, tainted by the foreign bloodline.”

Lan Xin bore a deep psychological wound, born of hatred for the foreign races. Perhaps Xia Yan once helped ease this burden, but it could never be erased; it haunted her soul endlessly.

She could not ignore this. The girl knelt on the ground, yet her sword was held tightly in her hand.

No longer lost.

No longer afraid.

This was the exit of the Free Zone, sparsely populated—only nineteen people in total. Among them were five winged folk, including Tao Lu; six humans, including Lan Xin; three angels led by Xi Ze; and three were werewolves.

Two others remained: one was Qihou, a human sent by the Demon Clan, filled with murderous intent toward Xia Yan.

The last was Wen Zhe, leader of the Free Zone. He had once promised that no one from the Free Zone would interfere with Xia Yan’s affairs. Now, he stood as the gatekeeper here—no one dared cross this boundary.

Perhaps there was also a level-six mutated beast, but it was cunning and saw no need to reveal itself just yet.

If Xia Yan were to be killed by this group, then his very existence would be meaningless.

Even if he survived their initial assault, it would only delay death by a fraction—maybe a single centimeter. That would bring no joy, only deeper despair.

Death itself is not terrifying; it is the dread of inevitable death that chills the soul.

“He’s here!” Wen Zhe looked off into the distance, where a young man approached, his expression calm. Not far away, he casually dropped some trash—two empty bottles.

In his hand, he carried a knife. He stood proudly, fearless in his eyes.

One comes, one falls. A crowd comes, all fall.

Whoever dares to stand in his way must prepare to meet death.

Human, foreign, or otherwise—if you’re willing, then try!

Yet a flicker of bitterness crossed Xia Yan’s serene face. He hadn’t expected Lan Xin to stand against him.

Her gaze was already troubled. Had she been subjected to some trauma?

Had someone stirred her darkest fears again?

Who was so vile?

Those around them remained still, seemingly wanting to gauge Xia Yan’s true strength. Everyone hoped to be a hidden predator rather than a praying mantis caught in the grasp of a cicada.

“Xia Yan,” Lan Xin bowed her head briefly, then quickly raised it to meet his eyes directly, “Come back with me.”

“Back where?” Xia Yan asked, puzzled.

“Come back with me, Xia Yan,” Lan Xin repeated.

“Can you humans guarantee my life?” Xia Yan smiled. “Miss Lan Xin, there’s a level-six mutated beast watching me closely behind.”

“Xia Yan, come back with me!” Lan Xin’s voice grew firmer as she gripped her sword’s hilt tightly.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Xia Yan said regretfully. “Miss Lan Xin, who has whispered poison into your ear, awakening your inner demons again?”

“Xia Yan!” Lan Xin’s voice rose involuntarily, her cold eyes chilling to the bone. “I never thought you would betray us.”

She seemed mad, disbelief etched on her face. “I always believed you were different, Xia Yan. You would never betray us.”

Xia Yan fell silent.

“No need to hide it. If you were alone, you couldn’t have gathered so many diamond coins,” Lan Xin said, shaking her head. “Who’s behind you can’t be human; it must be a foreign race. So you have betrayed us.”

Xia Yan sighed softly. What truly was betrayal?

He had done nothing but come to the auction!

Yet even that was betrayal?

Wouldn’t it be betrayal if you humans killed me?

Chai Guan’s eyes blazed with fervor, his heart pounding wildly.

Kill him. Kill him. Everything he has will be ours. Just a little more effort—just a little more—and you can thrust your sword through his heart!

It is us humans who will claim victory, fulfill Lady Gong Kui’s mission, and receive a generous reward.

Lan Xin slowly sheathed her sword, a look of resolve flashing in her eyes.

Then, a faint black light appeared around her hand—the power of her second ability, the Dark Night Sword.

“Xia Yan, if you lose, you come back with me,” she whispered, unwavering.

“Miss Lan Xin, I can’t go back,” Xia Yan replied.

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