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Chapter 560 - 262: Is That So? How Do You Know We’ll Die?

Jiang Chengyue’s words were like a cold iron awl.

They fiercely pierced the hearts of everyone in the living room.

Plunging everyone into a deathly silence.

The resolute intent to kill, sparked by the Corpse Mountain blood shed, almost prepared for mutual destruction, seemed doused with a bucket of cold water.

Extinguished, cooled, leaving only a heavy sense of helplessness and biting cold.

Chu Kuanglan let out an ambiguous, almost self-mocking "heh heh" laugh, leaning heavily back into the sofa, and rubbed his face hard with both hands.

Lu Jiuyuan’s arms, holding the knife, were tense to the extreme.

Wei Banmeng’s icy face lost its color, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, her eyes flickering intensely, clearly engaged in extremely complex calculations and deductions.

However, no matter how the calculations were made, they all pointed to a desperate conclusion.

If what Jiang Chengyue said was true.

What they had to face was not merely a weakened Tier Three Martial Saint Jiang Taixuan.

But a colossal entity entrenched in Glazed Light City for a century, with roots long decayed to the bone, yet still seen by many as a survival foundation and spiritual support.

No need to calculate those far on the front lines.

Power of unfathomable depth City Lord Jiang Ying and other high-strength forces of the Jiang family.

Just considering in this Glazed Light City, those affiliated with the Jiang family, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the City Defense Army, or even those families, martial arts halls, and mercenary organizations that depended on the Jiang family, how many Tier One martial artists are there? How many Tier Two grandmasters?

These individuals, perhaps individually insignificant before Fang Qingyu’s team.

But when they surge like a tide, disregarding life and death, just to buy Jiang Taixuan a moment of respite...

What a terrifying human wall would that be?

What a despairing sea of people?

They could drown them alive!

Fang Qingyu is strong, with limitless potential, even able to slay a Tier Two Peak Life Ghost.

But in the face of absolute numbers and the madness fueled by life, individual strength ultimately appears insignificant.

Moreover, they intended to kill someone who, with just a moment of respite, might recover some of the Martial Saint’s might, enough to crush all of them into dust in the blink of an eye!

How to fight this battle?

The living room was filled with an oppressive silence.

Only Chu Kuanglan’s heavy breathing and Jiang Chengyue’s gaze carrying endless desolation and despair.

Yet, in this deathly silence.

Fang Qingyu slowly shook his head.

In the depths of his Melted Gold slitted pupil, there was no despair, no anger, only serene calm.

He lifted his eyes, his gaze calmly falling on Jiang Chengyue’s face filled with despair; his voice was not loud, yet it clearly broke the silence:

"You also said, low-tier conversion rates are extremely low."

Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a nearly cold rationality, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself.

"No matter how many of them there are, ultimately they are limited, aren’t they?"

"No matter how much flesh and blood, it can’t fill a bottomless pit. Especially when this pit is about to collapse itself."

Jiang Chengyue was suddenly stunned.

As if struck by Fang Qingyu’s almost paradoxical question.

He opened his mouth, a sound of "uh" coming from his throat, like a fishbone was stuck.

Yes...

The low-tier conversion rate is outrageously low.

To use the Qi Blood of Tier One martial artists or even ordinary people to fill the deficit of a Martial Saint?

That efficiency is probably lower than pouring a glass of water into the sea.

Human wave tactics...

Can they really fill the "Gluttonous Stomach"?

This thought, like a flicker of light in the dark, caused an uncontrollable ripple in Jiang Chengyue’s long-dead heart lake.

However, before this ripple could spread, it was pressed down by deeper fear and realism.

The absurd confusion on Jiang Chengyue’s face was instantly replaced by a deeper urgency, his voice slightly altered by excitement:

"Yes! The conversion rate is very low! But he just needs to recover a little! Even if it’s just one-tenth of his peak strength! He just needs ten seconds! Even less!!"

Jiang Chengyue stared intently at Fang Qingyu, as if hoping to pierce this cruelty into the depths of Fang’s soul with his gaze.

"Captain Fang! That’s a Martial Saint! An absolute life level crushing! Ten seconds is enough for him to crush all of you ten times over!!"

His voice echoed in the silent living room, carrying an almost roaring certainty.

This requires no knowledge!

This is engraved into the bones of all martial arts cultivators as common sense.

Tier Three against Tier Two, that’s a chasm, a great divide.

Not to mention ten seconds, even a single second of respite would be enough for a weakened Tier Three Martial Saint to easily obliterate several Tier Two grandmasters.

Listening to Jiang Chengyue’s almost shouted "common sense," Fang Qingyu’s face not only showed no heaviness but revealed an extremely peculiar expression.

As if hearing an amusing joke.

Slightly tilting his head, his Melted Gold slitted pupil looked at Jiang Chengyue with interest and said:

"Oh? Is that so?"

"How do you know... we will die?"

Jiang Chengyue was completely bewildered.

All the emotions on his face turned into a blank slate.

This, does this even need to be known?!

This is a fucking iron law! A universal law! Engraved in the genes as a cognition!

It’s as self-evident as telling you that a normal person who jumps into lava will die.

Jiang Chengyue’s lips trembled as he looked at Fang Qingyu’s face, which was eerie calm, and for a moment, he utterly did not know how to refute this utterly ridiculous question.

Even beginning to doubt.

Were the hellish sights just now overly stimulating, causing this genius captain to have a cognitive impairment?

However.

Fang Qingyu did not give him another chance to question.