To Stave Off Hunger

However, the next moment, another massive explosion echoed out.

The entire core area of the Holy Capital plunged into a massive blackout.

When panicked people took out their phones,

they found there was absolutely no signal.

Tens of minutes later.

Wei Qianqiu's figure appeared in the sight of the Ancient Clan once again.

His speed was so fast that he left a string of afterimages in the air.

At the same time, wherever his figure passed, golden sunflowers bloomed,

forming a sea of golden flowers.

Watching Wei Qianqiu charging straight at the Ancient Clan,

Gu Yang finally understood what was happening at this moment.

He roared loudly:

Prepare for battle!

He is going to war with us!

Feng Tengyun stood on a skyscraper, quietly watching all of this.

With his level of understanding of the Holy Capital,

he could tell at a glance.

The places where the first explosions occurred were communication base stations.

The dozens of places that exploded last were power stations scattered throughout the Holy Capital.

I originally thought you would only make your move after the last batch of the Ancient Clan left.

Feng Tengyun had calculated it.

Currently, the Ancient Clan still had ninety-two Martial Saints remaining in the Holy Capital.

Originally, waiting for the last batch to leave would have been the best time to strike.

With Wei Qianqiu's strength, dealing with sixty-two Martial Saints would definitely be faster than dealing with ninety-two.

Then he could attack other cities and pick them off one by one while the Ancient Clan was dispersed.

But obviously, there was a gap between reality and expectations.

Immortal Capital.

Su Group Skyscraper.

Su Yan looked at the continuous stream of intelligence coming in; there were hundreds of messages in just a few seconds.

The core of the intelligence was only one thing.

They had lost contact with all their informants in the Holy Capital.

Su Yan revealed an expectant smile.

I have been waiting for this day for a long time.

She immediately confirmed that Wei Qianqiu had already made his move.

Then, she issued orders without hesitation.

According to the plan, quickly call all the Ancient Clan Martial Saints we can contact.

Based on the intelligence, immediately kill the remnants of the Nine Great Families.

I will personally head to the Holy Capital to wipe out those families.

On the other side.

Mi Chuan looked at the messages on his phone.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and let out a roar.

Screw it, let us risk it all!

No one can stop me from achieving immortality!

He grabbed the Tai'e Divine Sword that Zhang Bowen had given him and directly jumped out from the top floor of the 103rd story.

The delinquent girl in the presidential suite watched with a bewildered expression.

Why did Brother Chuan jump off the building?

Did he just find out I have that disease?

So he does not want to live anymore?

Thinking of this, she immediately grabbed her clothes and ran outside,

putting them on as she ran.

Kunlun City.

Fifty Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan had completely surrounded the Kunlun Diamond Hotel.

However, for a moment, they still could not be sure if Wang Zun and Dugu Sword Demon were inside.

According to the intelligence from the Liu family,

the person called Wang Hao was indeed Wang Hao of the Wang family.

Moreover, Wang Hao kept calling a strange woman Ancestor with every breath.

This did not quite match up with Wang Zun.

What confused the Ancient Clan the most was that,

through a staff member inside, they had received some strange news.

The woman called Ancestor had an incredible appetite.

It was said that she ate non-stop, twenty-four hours a day.

She had been eating continuously for over a month.

And what was even more bizarre was that the woman never went to the bathroom.

The Ancient Clan's Martial Saints were somewhat skeptical about this piece of intelligence.

Even for a peak Martial Saint,

stomach capacity was limited.

How could someone eat constantly without ever excreting?

After sorting out all the intelligence,

the Ancient Clan had to conclude

that the people inside were not the Tai Chi master and swordsmanship expert they had anticipated.

Instead, it was an unknown woman.

But since they were already here,

they decided to make a move, capture the woman first, and then properly interrogate her about what was going on.

At this moment, they simply surrounded the hotel

just in case.

Then, two Martial Saints unleashed their Martial Saint auras and walked into the hotel together.

Just as they reached the door,

they were stopped by two hotel security guards.

Who are you people!

The two Martial Saints had no intention of speaking whatsoever.

With a surge of their vital energy,

the two security guards immediately bled from their seven orifices, their internal organs and blood vessels rupturing as they died on the spot.

Just this single move allowed Yin Hu, who was eating, to deduce that

the newcomers were enemies.

She said to Jin Youxi, who was watching the news beside her:

Open the door to the private room.

Then call that fatty over.

Otherwise, he might die very soon.

Jin Youxi was startled.

She knew the fatty referred to Wang Hao.

Without time to ask questions, she immediately called Wang Hao.

Wang Hao, who was groggily half-asleep, picked up the phone and mumbled to himself:

Does the Ancestor want to change her menu again?

Jin Youxi hurriedly said loudly:

Come over quickly.

If you are late, you will die!

Die?

Wang Hao was bewildered.

Before he could figure out what was going on,

he saw the security captain burst through the door, shouting anxiously:

News just came from the security room, two experts have arrived.

The surveillance cameras did not even catch them making a move, but they killed two of our brothers guarding the door.

The cultivation levels of the intruders are probably extremely high.

Wang Hao was shocked and hurriedly jumped out of bed.

Hearing this, he knew someone had come looking for trouble.

Without a second thought, he ran towards Yin Hu's VIP private room in his pajamas.

As he ran, he instructed:

Do not go getting yourselves killed, everyone stay away.

Wait until my Ancestor deals with them before coming out.

Coincidentally,

just as Wang Hao arrived at the door of the VIP private room,

the two Ancient Clan Martial Saints, sensing Yin Hu's aura, also arrived at the door.

Wang Hao looked at the two Ancient Clan Martial Saints and froze on the spot.

Feeling that terrifying pressure, he immediately discerned that these two were at the Martial Saint cultivation level, experts on the same tier as his grandfather.

Wang Hao only felt his legs go weak.

At the same time, he prayed in his heart.

Ancestor! You must be capable!

Two Martial Saints, you should be able to beat them, right!

After all, you can eat so much!

After seeing Wang Hao, the two did not stop their footsteps.

In their eyes, this person was already a dead man.

Once the fighting started later,

the entire hotel would collapse.

The most important thing right now was to deal with that mysterious woman.

The two arrived at the door of the VIP private room.

They saw a massive electric lazy Susan dining table large enough to seat dozens of people.

Only two women were sitting inside.

A robust, tiger-headed looking woman, and a baby-faced woman.

However, they quickly identified their target.

That was the robust woman.

Because this person was currently gorging herself.

Her mouth was dripping with grease.

Dozens of dishes were laid out on the rotating table, including several hot pots alone.

The woman could swallow an entire plate of food with a single opening of her mouth.

And in the pantry next to the massive private room,

there were several chefs constantly frying and cooking food.

Fried chicken was continuously being brought in.

Yin Hu swallowed the delicious food in her mouth.

She looked at the two men curiously and said:

Are you here looking for trouble?

The two Ancient Clan Martial Saints looked at Yin Hu with unfriendly expressions and snorted coldly:

Are you going to surrender without a fight, or should we do it ourselves?

Yin Hu looked into the hot pot; the meatballs she just dropped in did not seem to be cooked yet.

So she smiled and said to the two of them:

"I'll just use you two as a quick snack first!"

The two men flared with anger. Just as they were about to attack, they were horrified to see Yin Hu's mouth suddenly stretch open.

It resembled a bottomless cave, expanding even larger than the double doors of the private room.

The next moment.

A blood-red tongue, densely covered in sharp barbs, violently shot forward.

Before the two Martial Saints of the ancient clan could even process what was happening, they were ensnared by the tongue and dragged straight into Yin Hu's mouth.

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