Western Continent.
The administrators of the three continents gathered once again.
Their faces were each more grim than the last.
Especially as they watched the two Great Xia immigrant Martial Saints sitting in the presiding seats of the conference room.
Their expressions grew even darker.
They had never expected that.
A single collaboration with Zhang Bowen.
Would directly lead to the demise of all their own Martial Saints.
Now, the three continents had to defer to the whims of these two Great Xia traitors.
Mi Chuan straightened his tie.
The brand-name suit he wore felt somewhat uncomfortable.
But it certainly had style.
He looked at the administrators of the three continents.
And put on a sorrowful expression.
"The sacrifice of fourteen Martial Saints from the three continents in one go pains me deeply."
"I share your hatred for Great Xia."
His words drew sneers from the three administrators.
They were not fools.
They clearly sensed that the previous incident wasn't so straightforward.
According to intelligence,
upon arriving at Great Xia's Sacred Capital, this Mi Chuan had fled with two refugees from Fusang.
Leaving their fourteen Martial Saints to face death alone.
If anyone believed there was no trickery involved, they'd be a fool.
They now understood.
Both they and Great Xia had been outmaneuvered by Zhang Bowen.
It was said that in this incident, Great Xia also lost ten Martial Saints.
In total, twenty-seven Martial Saints perished in that battle.
If Zhang Bowen had also died, that would make twenty-eight.
However, the two Martial Saints present were convinced Zhang Bowen was still alive.
That day.
Feng Tengyun and Mi Chuan had fled Kunlun City one after the other.
But in the end, they heard Zhang Bowen's mighty roar.
Jiaosnake!
As for what a Jiaosnake was, neither of them got a clear look.
They only knew that from dozens of miles away,
they could see a gigantic, horned snake head suddenly emerge from the shrouding mists of the Kunlun Mountains.
In that moment, they realized.
Zhang Bowen still had a hidden card to play.
But not knowing who would win or lose at the time, they dared not return to investigate.
Once entangled by the Dugu Sword Demon, death was almost certain.
After performing for a while in the conference room, Mi Chuan quickly got to the point.
"Therefore, I have decided to avenge the fourteen Martial Saints."
"This matter absolutely cannot be left like this."
Avenge?
The three administrators looked at Mi Chuan and Feng Tengyun in astonishment.
They didn't believe these two Great Xia traitors could be so kind-hearted.
And with what would they seek revenge?
Great Xia had a monster capable of annihilating fourteen Martial Saints in two moves.
If these two went, they probably wouldn't last half a move.
The Western Continent administrator couldn't help but ask:
"How do you plan to avenge them?"
Mi Chuan said with a resolute expression:
"Restart the war!"
"We must make Great Xia pay the price."
War?
The three administrators felt their intelligence was being severely insulted.
The previous invasion had just ended in a disastrous defeat.
Not only were all their Martial Saints dead.
But the Martial Venerables, Grandmasters, and Masters who followed in the invasion of Great Xia
also suffered heavy casualties.
It could be said.
That single battle nearly crippled the martial world of the three continents.
The Northern Continent administrator couldn't hold back any longer and roared:
"What kind of joke are you making!"
"What do we have to wage war with?!"
"Great Xia only needs to deploy one Martial Saint to sweep across the entire battlefield."
"Will you two take action?"
"Do you dare to take action?"
Mi Chuan glared.
With one slap, he shattered the conference table in front of him into pieces.
"Well, well!"
"Think I'm giving you face, is that it?!"
"Let me tell you, don't waste the chance I'm giving you."
"Old Feng, these people don't know what's good for them."
"You talk to them."
Feng Tengyun said expressionlessly:
"No matter what methods you think of, launch a large-scale war within half a month."
"This is not a discussion with you, it's an order."
"If, after half a month, any of you have not gone to war with Great Xia,"
"I will personally go on a city-slaughtering spree."
The Southern Continent administrator stood up in shock, a trembling hand pointing at Feng Tengyun.
"You're insane!"
"Why are you doing this?"
"What good does this do for you?!"
"Do you want to wipe out our three continents?!"
Mi Chuan sneered.
"If you go to war, you still have a sliver of hope."
"You can pull a few Great Xia people down with you to boost your KPI."
"If you don't go to war, the ones dying will all be your people."
"Until Kunlun's mountains are completely opened."
Feng Tengyun stood up and walked towards the conference room door.
His face remained utterly impassive.
Before leaving, he coldly tossed out a final sentence.
"From the day you collaborated with Zhang Bowen, today's outcome was already predetermined."
"You no longer have any right to make choices."
Mi Chuan also stood up, kindly reminding them:
"Today counts as the first day!"
"If there's no war in two weeks, I'll start slaughtering cities right from here."
"If you want to deal with me, make sure to prepare plenty of Martial Venerables."
"Ten or twenty won't be enough for me to kill!"
"Hahaha..."
"A bunch of foolish foreigners!"
After speaking, Mi Chuan left the conference room, whistling a tune leisurely.
Leaving the three administrators sitting in the conference room in utter despair.
This was the consequence of having no Martial Saints.
Facing two foreign Martial Saints, they had no power to resist.
"What do we do now?"
"What can we do? Whatever we do, it's death."
"Our continents are finished!"
"Probably from the very beginning, this was Zhang Bowen's plan."
"And that 'Kunlun completely opening' is definitely not a good thing."
...
The three administrators chatted, full of concern but powerless.
Faced with this dead end, they could find no solution.
Finally, the Western Continent administrator gritted his teeth and said:
"Seek aid from Great Xia!"
The other two stared wide-eyed.
"Are you joking?"
"We just collaborated with Zhang Bowen and got ten of Great Xia's Martial Saints killed."
"If they don't actively attack us, it'll be a blessing from God."
"Have you lost your mind? The people of Great Xia probably wish we'd all die out."
The Western Continent administrator said:
"It's the best option!"
"Regardless of whether Great Xia will extend a helping hand, we must inform them of this matter."
"Let them know that we are also victims."
"And let them know that Kunlun completely opening is bad for everyone."
Great Xia, Sacred Capital.
Ye Wujiang, who had just taken office the day before,
encountered a bizarre situation.
The Western Continent had actually sent a request for aid.
Ye Wujiang was both angry and amused.
"Are they out of their minds?"
"Is their barbarian skulls filled with nothing but crap?"
"We should be thankful we're not attacking them, and they want our help?"
Laughing, Ye Wujiang then sensed something was off.
Especially after seeing the specific details.
The two traitors, Feng Tengyuan and Mi Chuan,
were actually threatening city-wide slaughter to force them into war.
The purpose was for Kunlun to completely open.
This reeked of Zhang Bowen's handiwork.
Ye Wujiang didn't know what Kunlun completely opening meant.
But he knew this matter should be reported to the Wang Family Martial Saint and the Dugu Family Martial Saint.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
