The Land Where the War God Fell

After the funeral of the Ancient Clan.

Gu Yang once again convened a meeting with all the clan elders.

The laughter and arrogance of the past were now completely gone.

In the past, the young people of the Ancient Clan never took outsiders seriously.

Only today did they realize that even ants could bite an elephant to death.

In the heavy atmosphere, Gu Yang slowly spoke:

The older generation will inevitably die off one by one.

Yet the younger generation is worse than the last.

The Ancient Clan cannot continue to sink like this.

We cannot let our people keep hiding in the Sacred Capital.

Everyone agreed with Gu Yang's words.

Although the tournament held this time caused heavy losses to the Ancient Clan.

It also made them see clearly that the younger generation of the Ancient Clan had degenerated to the point of only knowing how to bully others with their power.

All the clan members understood the current predicament of the Ancient Clan.

Of the original 382 Martial Saints who came out of the Kunlun Mountains.

Now only 342 remained.

Only 292 were currently in the Sacred Capital.

Because 50 Martial Saints were temporarily still guarding the White Tiger Abyss.

To prevent the possibility that Chen Feng wasn't dead and might find some way to escape.

They planned to observe for a while, and only withdraw the men if there were no anomalies.

The Ancient Clan suffered devastating casualties at the stadium this time.

To treat those dying clansmen, a massive amount of Vermilion Fruits was consumed.

The reserve of Vermilion Fruits had dropped to just 48.

And that was only because they chose not to treat those clansmen who were crippled but not in fatal condition.

That was how they managed to save this many.

After everyone's discussion, the Ancient Clan's next plan was finally decided.

After observing the first seven days of mourning for the deceased clansmen.

They would begin executing the plan.

First, they arranged for 180 Martial Saints to be divided into six groups.

Each group of 30 Martial Saints would lead a batch of the clan's youth to take over the major cities surrounding the Sacred Capital.

The young people would learn how to manage the cities, while the 30 Martial Saints would be responsible for holding down the fort and protecting them.

Then, another 50 Martial Saints would be dispatched to quietly head to Kunlun City and assassinate the Martial Saints hidden there.

These 50 people would then go to the Kunlun Mountains to relieve the 50 stationed there.

The Sacred Capital would temporarily keep 62 Martial Saints to guard the home base.

Just in case, ready to support all sides at any time.

Seven days passed in a flash.

The Ancient Clan's plan also began to be implemented.

The first batch of Martial Saints led the Ancient Clan's younger generation to the provincial capitals around the Sacred Capital.

They high-profilely announced their takeover of the branch president positions of the Martial Arts Association.

The original branch presidents were directly demoted to vice presidents to assist the Ancient Clan in managing the cities.

Such measures immediately sparked countless complaints on the internet.

The good days in our province are coming to an end.

I advise you to watch your words, be careful not to be rooted out by the lackeys of those two families.

A bunch of barbarians, only knowing how to cause trouble everywhere.

Great Xia heroes, hurry up and jump out to deal with these guys!

...

The Ancient Clan didn't understand the internet very well. Their young people were fine with playing games, scrolling through videos, and finding resources.

But they were completely clueless about everything else.

As for the Li family and the Liu family who served the Ancient Clan, no matter how much the internet scolded the Ancient Clan.

They just pretended not to see it, let alone report it to the Ancient Clan.

To avoid bringing trouble to their own families.

After all, once the Ancient Clan decided to pursue the matter, it would be these knowledgeable ones who had to run around and act as free beasts of burden.

Moreover, the Liu and Li families had been very busy recently.

The Liu family had been monitoring that Diamond Hotel in Kunlun City.

Waiting for the Ancient Clan to strike and help them clear the obstacles.

The Li family was busy investigating the matters in the Southern Continent.

The Southern Continent controlled by their own family.

Suddenly had its headquarters wiped out.

Hundreds of people were killed.

According to witnesses.

It seemed to be the work of a woman with an Eastern face.

The Li family dispatched a Martial Venerable, vowing to find this person.

...

After the first batch of Ancient Clan members for the trial were arranged.

Soon the second batch also set off.

Compared to the high-profile actions on the surface.

In secret, they dispatched 50 Martial Saints to quietly travel overnight to Kunlun City.

Preparing to eliminate the hidden dangers there.

And incidentally intimidate those petty scoundrels.

To let them know that the Ancient Clan would also take the initiative to strike.

The Wei family's ancestral home.

Wei Qianqiu stood in the small courtyard, feeling the pattering rain from the sky falling on his body.

His eyes looked at the central tower of the Wei Group.

He could keenly feel.

That the blazing vitality representing Martial Saints was becoming less and less.

At the same time, he also saw that on a certain floor of that building.

A pair of eyes was staring in his direction.

Feng Tengyun was currently in his room, looking through the glass window toward the Wei family's private park.

In the very center of the park was a dilapidated small courtyard.

That was exactly the ancestral home of the Wei family.

Inside lived the hope of Great Xia.

At the same time, as the former executive officer of the Martial Arts Association's dark division.

He had read many classified files of Great Xia.

He also knew a thing or two about the secrets of the Wei family's ancestral home.

Of course, the exact truth was probably only known to Wei Qianqiu alone now.

The Great Xia classified files had only one simple sentence recording the Wei family's ancestral home.

[The place where the last Martial God fell].

A short and simple few words, yet they revealed extremely complex information.

Feng Tengyun only knew.

That the strongest of the Wei family throughout the generations would always guard the Wei family's ancestral home.

This was probably the reason why Wei Qianqiu never left that small courtyard even when over three hundred Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan invaded the Sacred Capital.

Retracting his thoughts.

Feng Tengyun took out his phone, typed a message, and sent it out.

Soon he received several numbers.

Then he typed another message and sent it in succession to those numbers.

Immortal Capital.

Su Yan was looking at the latest reports about the Ancient Clan.

Guessing in her heart when Wei Qianqiu would make his move.

Her phone suddenly rang.

She took it out and looked, a playful smile appearing on her face.

Feng Tengyun, this undercover agent, really has no pressure at all.

It's just a pity that we walk different paths.

On the other side, Mi Chuan, who was eating Western food with a street-smart girl, suddenly also received a text message on his phone.

He thought it was from one of his girlfriends.

But when he opened it.

His face immediately fell.

He immediately texted back, cursing:

Whoever the fuck wants to fight can fight, I'm not playing with you guys anymore!

I can only live for a short four hundred years in this life, I don't have the mood to waste it with you.

Feng Tengyun saw Mi Chuan's message.

He pondered for a moment, then replied with another message.

The Ancient Clan has a method for immortality.

Mi Chuan received this text message.

And was stunned on the spot for three seconds.

Sitting opposite him, the young girl who was unskillfully cutting her steak looked up and saw Mi Chuan dazing out.

She asked curiously:

Brother Chuan, what are you spacing out for?

Mi Chuan snapped back to reality.

His mood greatly improved.

His eyes looking at the girl became even gentler.

I just bought a big, soft, and bouncy bed.

I want to invite you to try it out.

The girl's face flushed slightly as she looked at the table full of high-end Western food.

And remembered Mi Chuan's luxury sports car.

Feigning innocence on the surface, as if she didn't understand anything, she said naively:

Let's go take a look after we finish eating! It just so happens I have a habit of taking afternoon naps.

Mi Chuan chuckled.

What a coincidence, I have that habit too.

He only felt that happy events put people in high spirits.

One really should relax on the eve of a great battle.

Just in case he kicked the bucket.

With all the girlfriends I have, wouldn't it just be letting other guys reap the benefits?