Chapter 922
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Chapter 922: Founder of the Talents List – Zhao Chenyang
“You…”
Si Tu Wentian felt a chill run through his body.
He wasn’t a fool,
and neither were the people in front of him.
So what kind of confidence did they have to speak such arrogant words?
To make him call out the strongest person behind him? The one standing behind him was from the Si Tu family, one of the four great families of the spirit realm!
“Slap!”
Yun Lie slapped Si Tu Wentian across the face, coldly reprimanding him:
“Did I tell you to call someone in a way that’s hard to understand?”
“Why do you always hit me? Just speak properly!”
Si Tu Wentian covered his face, and the fear in his heart was ultimately replaced by a surge of resentment!
In such a short time,
he had been slapped three times!
Si Tu Wentian, who had always held his pride high, had never been humiliated like this before. This wasn’t just a slap to his face; it was a blow to his self-esteem!
“Slap!”
Yun Lie slapped him again, sneering:
“I’m hitting you because you’re such a pathetic loser! Are you going to call someone or not? If you don’t take this opportunity, do you believe I’ll send you to your grave right now?”
“Fine! Don’t regret it later!”
Si Tu Wentian’s eyes were filled with resentment, his heart bleeding; he felt like he was nailed to the chopping block of humiliation.
He decided that he would repay this a thousandfold!
He wanted to slap Yun Lie until he looked like a pig’s head!
Thinking of this,
Si Tu Wentian immediately took out a sound transmission talisman to call his father.
He was an elder of the Si Tu family,
and his father was the Supreme Elder of the Si Tu family, a second-class tribulation warrior.
Most importantly,
ever since the old family head passed away not long ago and the new family head took over, his father had become the most favored person by the new family head, giving him the courage to fear nothing!
At the same time,
in a luxurious hall.
Many powerful figures of the human race were solemnly gathered together, discussing the upcoming plan.
According to the agreement,
today at noon was the time for the human and divine races to join forces and launch a joint attack on the Wailing Marsh!
It was already ten in the morning,
and there were at most two or three hours left before the action would begin.
“Everyone, the divine race does not have good intentions; there may be some unexpected events during this operation, so everyone must be cautious.”
Ling Yun Shangren said slowly.
“Hmph! It’s the divine race that claims to join forces, but it’s also those damned divine race members who are causing internal strife… it’s really disgusting!”
Tian Yan Shengzhu snorted coldly.
“Regardless, it’s already a matter of no turning back; it’s better to be careful.”
Yao Guang Shengzhu said in agreement.
“Sigh! If we had known this would happen, we might as well have solved the Wailing Marsh ourselves. Now that we’ve drawn the divine army in, we are very passive!”
The head of the Array Sect, Yu Xuzi, sighed.
As everyone began to discuss animatedly, Ling Yun Shangren couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious.
He always felt that this time would bring a great calamity, the largest disaster for the human race since the ancient cataclysm. If things went wrong, a large part of the spirit realm would be ruined.
At this moment, the cold-eyed Nitian Hai suddenly spoke up:
“Friend Ling Yun, didn’t you notify Zhao Chenyang?”
As soon as he said this,
the scene fell silent.
Zhao Chenyang was not only the founder of the Spirit Realm’s Talent Ranking but also the strongest prodigy to emerge in over ten thousand years, even overshadowing the once-renowned Wang Teng.
It was said that he had perfected all realms and reached the fourth-class tribulation combat power, and the current top of the Talent Ranking, Lin Wanyi, was his direct disciple.
“I did notify Lord Zhao, but he did not respond, so I cannot be sure if he will come…”
Ling Yun Shangren said.
Upon hearing this, the prominent figures of the human race showed some disappointment.
If Zhao Chenyang could come,
then they wouldn’t have to worry too much.
What does it mean to have a fourth-class powerhouse?
In the absence of the Immortal Path, a fourth-class powerhouse is the limit that this world can reach; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they are the stabilizing force of the human race.
As for fifth-class and sixth-class,
they can only hope to reach that level after being baptized by the vast spiritual energy of the Immortal Path.
“Let nature take its course; we will do what we need to do. If the soldiers come, we will block them; if the water comes, we will cover it with earth!”
Ling Yun Shangren forced a smile.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Just then.
“Boom!”
A violent aura suddenly surged into the sky, attracting the attention of everyone present.
The source of the aura was none other than Si Tu Nan Hai, the Supreme Elder of the Si Tu family and a second-class tribulation warrior.
Beside Si Tu Nan Hai was the new family head of the Si Tu family, a third-class tribulation warrior—Si Tu Kun!
“What’s going on? Why is Elder Si Tu suddenly furious?”
Ling Yun Shangren frowned and asked.
“My son just sent me a distress message, saying he has been captured, and all the disciples with him have been killed!”
Si Tu Nan Hai’s face was ashen,
the killing intent within him could no longer be suppressed, surging forth and lowering the temperature of the scene to below zero.
After a pause, he continued:
“The most critical point is that the other party arrogantly told my son to call for help, to summon the strongest person… When my son was transmitting the message, he was even crying! A tribulation realm cultivator, reduced to tears from being bullied!”
“So arrogant?”
Everyone was shocked!
Who on earth dared to act so tyrannically?
Not only did they kill people, but they also demanded help? Could it be someone from the divine race?
“Don’t rush; did your son say who the other party is?”
Ling Yun Shangren asked cautiously.
“He didn’t say, but no matter who it is, this matter cannot end well! Otherwise, how can our Si Tu family maintain our face among the four great families of the spirit realm?”
“Everyone, I’m going to rescue my son; I’ll take my leave!”
Si Tu Nan Hai’s eyes were filled with killing intent as he turned to leave.
“Elder Nan Hai, I’ll accompany you.”
Si Tu Kun, who had been meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
“Such an incident occurring at this time is definitely not simple; it might be a trap from the divine race! Yao Guang Shengzhu, Tian Yan Shengzhu, you two should also go and take a look to prevent any unexpected events from happening. We can’t let them pick us off one by one…”
Ling Yun Shangren said solemnly.
After these words,
the two great saints nodded and quickly left with the Si Tu family members.
On the other side,
Si Tu Wentian put down the sound transmission talisman,
and he fell into a daze.
He felt no pain in his waist, his legs felt fine, and even his swollen face didn’t hurt anymore.
Because he had just learned from his father’s words that not only would his father come, but the family head and the two great saints would also accompany him.
What does this mean?
Although he was an elder of the Si Tu family, with his status, he usually couldn’t even touch a third-class tribulation warrior, let alone meet them.
And now,
so many third-class powerhouses were coming to support him?
“Hehehe… Hahahaha!”
Si Tu Wentian initially tried to suppress the excitement in his heart, but ultimately he couldn’t hold it back and laughed maniacally.
Then,
his eyes filled with resentment, he glared fiercely at Lin Feng and the others, and spoke each word with a sinister tone:
“You! All! Are! Dead! For! Sure!”
