Bulk Sale of the Strong

The crowd on the scene was terrified, realizing that even a casually released ability could be so powerful!

Damn it, why were these powerful individuals being given away like cheap goods, appearing everywhere?

They shouldn't have gone out tonight!

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now. They had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill and once again accept the script where gods fought while mortals suffered.

They hoped the old man could save them again.

They looked expectantly towards the old man, only to find his gaze fixed intently on the newcomers.

The people who came through the spatial rift leapt down from mid-air, landing on the ground.

One of the masked figures spoke in a chilling tone: "Lackeys of the Communists."

"Ho ho, that's not the proper attitude towards an elderly gentleman," the old man quipped, stroking his beard. Despite his casual tone, his eyes were serious and stern, betraying that he wasn't as composed as he sounded.

"You Dragon Country people have a saying: 'An old person who doesn't die is a thief,'" one of the masked figures said in a strange accent. "Killing monsters is easy, but completely destroying them is no simple task. How much strength do you have left now?"

"This old man only knows that he still has more than enough to teach his grandsons a lesson. You're not young either. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Take my advice and go start a family and career."

"You..." The masked figure was angered and about to step forward, but was held back by another. The one who stopped him was the masked figure who had used spatial collapse earlier.

He respectfully stepped back, suppressing his anger, but couldn't help adding, "High Priest, this old man..."

"Shut up! You're being played like a fool and don't even realize it." The High Priest coldly rebuked him, showing no regard for his feelings.

Even though he wore a mask, his icy gaze still pierced through space, firmly fixed on the old man and the child.

"You know they don't have much strength left, yet you waste time talking with him. Are you waiting for them to recover?" Another masked figure chimed in from the side, his rising tone revealing his good mood.

"This old man would never do such a thing. You truly judge a gentleman's heart with a petty person's mindset," the old man retorted.

The provocateur seemed interested. "Oh? I don't believe you."

"Enough chatter! I shall offer the blood of these sinful dogs to our Lord. May the divine descend upon this world soon," the High Priest said, having lost all patience. He switched tactics, and another person fell for it. These subordinates were completely unreliable.

Seemingly disappointed in his subordinates, he chose to act himself.

He raised his arm, pointing his fingertip at the humans nearby. A vast and terrifying power began to gather at his fingertip...

The subordinates finally realized their superior's displeasure. Some drew weapons, others gathered their abilities, all of them assuming battle stances.

Domains expanded from beneath their feet...

In an instant, Meng Ya was covered by different domains, and a strange landscape appeared on this disaster-prone land.

"Hiss!"

The non-combatants collectively drew in a sharp breath. These were all S-level or higher ability users. Were they really having a fire sale?!

Holy crap!

Thanks to the ability the old man had released earlier, they could hear the conversation clearly.

The old man and the child had just finished fighting and didn't have much energy left. This group of masked individuals planned to take advantage of their weakened state.

It also meant that their lives were in danger!

Perhaps the old man and the child could win in the end, but what difference was there between these weaklings and specks of dust on a battlefield of the strong?

No, they might even be more insignificant than specks of dust, considering dust particles were smaller and less likely to be hit.

Wasn't tonight supposed to be a clearance sale of powerful individuals?

Someone come and save us quickly!

They screamed internally, unaware that they had become inflated, or as the saying goes, their heads had gotten too big.

With two SSS-level ability users nearby, they felt safe even on a national scale. And now these people were hoping for even more powerful individuals to protect them...

It was probably an after-effect of being gazed upon by terrifying beings, causing humans to develop a psychology of revering the strong to varying degrees.

Being strong but not at the top reduced the sense of reverence based on power.

If they were to evaluate now, it wouldn't be surprising if they said something like "Qi Yuan is nothing special" about the once universally acknowledged strongest ability user among humans.

After the High Priest had released several spatial collapses, which were neutralized one by one by the old man and the child, leaving behind craters over a hundred meters wide, it seemed as if in response to everyone's prayers.

A new ability user appeared.

She materialized out of thin air in the center of the battlefield, disappointing some with the lack of a dramatic spatial rift.

But when they saw who had arrived, their hearts began to race, and many of the men became instantly infatuated with the newcomer.

There had been too many surprises and dangers tonight. At this life-or-death moment, encountering a stunningly beautiful woman caused them to fall deeply into infatuation due to the suspension bridge effect.

This woman of outstanding temperament might have sparked debates about her appearance alone, not only because of differing aesthetic standards across regions and countries but also because the upper half of her face was hidden in the shadow of her hood. However, when combined with her aura and presence,

There was no doubt that anyone would have to acknowledge her exceptional beauty.

"That's enough."

The woman stood there, becoming the focal point of everyone's gaze.

She spoke emotionlessly, her voice cool and detached: "You should be clear that they are at most SS-level and can only serve as assistants. If this drags on, we will inevitably win. If we didn't want to involve innocent people, you wouldn't even have the chance to make a choice."

The High Priest's expression couldn't be seen behind his mask, but his actions came to a halt.

As he stopped, his subordinates also temporarily ceased their actions, waiting for the High Priest's next command.

After weighing his options for a moment, the High Priest left with a threat, "We'll let you off the hook for today, you blasphemers. But mark my words, we will offer your blood to our Lord another day."

With that, he took out a key and made a slash in the void.

This spatial item opened a passage, and the masked figures disappeared into it.

As the passage closed, it signaled that the ordinary people who had stumbled onto the battlefield had once again successfully survived.

However, things weren't over yet. The woman turned and questioned the old man: "Scholar, why aren't you acting together with Taotie?"

"Don't falsely accuse me without evidence. How do you know I'm not acting together with him?" The old man's tone was steady, like a wise elder who had weathered many storms and maintained an excellent mindset. If the crowd hadn't known better, they might have been fooled.

"With your combined strength, you should have resolved this long ago," the woman said, her lips pressed into a straight line. "We're at a critical moment now. Don't divide the Master's attention because of this."

The old man's expression became solemn, and for once, he didn't argue. "Let's hope the Master can soon..."

Halfway through his sentence, he remembered the presence of others and fell silent.

What is it?

The crowd desperately wanted to shake the old man and make him explain everything clearly. They wished they could shove a microphone in his mouth.

Their hearts felt like they were being clawed by a cat, itching with curiosity.

Unfortunately, they had the desire but lacked the courage, too cowardly to step forward and interject.

After all, these were three SSS-level powerhouses. Their mere presence was enough to intimidate the crowd into inaction.