Chapter 740: Chapter 464: The Killing Begins
“The broadcast has started! The broadcast has started!”
“Let’s see who the unlucky one is today?”
“A eting in the morning, a live broadcast in the afternoon, and you say there’s no connection?”
“The Federation’s restructuring, the Wandao School—are they aiming for global domination?”
“It should have been like this long ago. For years, resources have been concentrated in the Eastern District, causing envy in the other districts. It’s not the lack of resources but the uneven distribution that’s the problem. If it continues like this, it’s bound to cause trouble.”
“With the Scholar’s Palace here, the sky has cleared… May I ask, when will the price of Foundation Building Pills be reduced? One hundred thousand points is just too expensive.”
No sooner had the broadcast started than a flood of comnts rolled in, even though the screen remained unseen.
Luckily, they were soon cleared away, and the contents of the broadcast beca visible.
Only to see incense smoke curling upwards, inside Mingxiao Palace, beneath Thunder Ancestor’s Altar, the silhouettes of three people were distinct.
One was seated on the left, his legs astride, firmly sitting on the ground.
One in the center, with the air of an immortal, seated upright on a cushion.
And on the right, a figure in white clothes brighter than snow, standing with hands behind his back.
“This…!”
Such a scene startled the crowd, leaving them at a loss for words.
All three on the sa screen?
This kind of spectacle had only occurred once since the start of the broadcasts, and that was when “Li Xuanyuan” made his first appearance.
It was then that the “Destruction of Mountains and Temples” began, in one fell swoop eliminating many Demonic Blessed Lands like Demon Dragon Ridge, chilling the cultivators of the Blessed Lands and forcing the major Sects to disband.
Since then, the three had each gone their separate ways, never again appearing together on screen.
But now…
Although they were prepared in their hearts, the sight of the three together still boded ill for the cultivators.
What are they up to now?
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty…
“Decades of hard work, and the Eastern Land of Bliss has been entirely resolved.”
“Next…”
Taoist Man spoke, setting the tone, and then turned his gaze to the two to his left and right, “It’s ti to let go of the world!”
In response to this tone, the others were silent, signifying tacit consent.
“The world is vast, and there are many Blessed Lands. Conflict is inevitable, weapons drawn and strife arising.”
Taoist Man sighed and whispered in solemn words, “A great cleansing is inescapable!”
“Then let us cleanse with blood!”
No sooner had he spoken than a cold-eyed Swordsman standing with his hands behind him on the right replied, “The montum of the world is vast and boundless. Those who comply will prosper, and those who resist shall perish. Since conflict is unavoidable, let there be a rciless purge!”
“…”
“…”
“…”
With those words, all fell silent, unable to utter a sound.
“So be it.”
In the end, it was Taoist Man who continued, “There are still so naces of moss and algae. Who will deal with them?”
“I’ll go!”
Hearing this, without much discussion, the Swordsman took the task upon himself and, turning around, left the hall, transforming into a fleeting sight as he departed.
“This…”
“What’s going on?”
“‘naces of moss and algae,’ what kind of nuisances are those?”
“To think that the Great Western King, no, Elder Xuanyuan, has to take care of it personally?”
“Exactly, it’s so hard to guess. Do you think it’s @Beiming Longteng?”
“Nonsense, my son Longteng has the stature of a True Immortal. How could he have such a nuisance?”
“Sorry, I don’t understand, can soone with high emotional intelligence translate this for us?”
“Taoist Man: We’ve settled the Eastern District, and now it’s ti to handle the other districts. With such a vast world, there are bound to be a few thorns. What do you think we should do?”
“Great Western King: Just kill them. There’s nothing that killing can’t solve if there’s any issue, it only ans you haven’t killed enough. Kill them, and there will be peace!”
“Martial God: So, I don’t have to do anything this ti? Not even a single line of dialogue?”
The Swordsman took up his leave, leaving everyone behind to speculate wildly and uneasily.
Elsewhere…
In the Ocean District, Benzhou, Four Nations Island.
“We should not linger here for long!”
In a hidden location, these words arose startlingly.
Beiming Longteng had a grave expression as he spoke to a phantasmic figure before him, “They are going to make a move against us.”
“Is that so?”
Upon hearing this, the phantasmic figure remained indifferent, “What of it?”
“…”
At this, Beiming Longteng fell silent in an instant.
Indeed, what of it?
With the other side broadcasting their intentions so openly and unafraid, clearly confident and unwilling to startle the snake in the grass.
Because the snake had nowhere to escape!
Thirty years ago, those three already possessed unmatched power, dominating the world and bending all to their will!
Whether it was him, Beiming Longteng, or the phantasm before him, the Integration Great Power who erged into the world at the sa ti as the Vajra Monk and the Qilin Demon—the Illusion Demon Lord—none had the confidence to contend against the brilliance of the trio, leaving them no choice but to hide and bide their ti.
Eventually, they settled here, on Four Nations Island in the Ocean District of Benzhou, hoping to take advantage of obscurity while using their own Cultivation and Immortal Artifacts to conceal their fates and avoid the sharp edge.
The strategy had been successful; for over thirty years, all was well.
But now…
The action of these three indicated they had caught a glimpse of their whereabouts.
So, where could they flee?
Another place would be no different; the pursuers could find and chase them down just the sa.
The vast world no longer held a place for them to hide!
Unless…
Beiming Longteng’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing more and made for the exit.
Unlike the Illusion Demon Lord, he still had a way out!
Though the world was vast and there was nowhere to hide, even if he took refuge in a Blessed Land, they could dig him out. But as a Dragon Prince, he could return to Beiming Cave Heaven.
Although this would lead to severe punishnt—entering the world bearing the potentiality of the Cave Heaven, failing to accomplish anything substantial before returning, even as a Dragon Prince, there would be grave consequences, possibly even the loss of his status.
But he couldn’t care less!
As a Dragon Prince, however strict the punishnt from Long Yuan might be, it wouldn’t drive him to a dead end.
The man, however, was different. With many souls fallen at his sword, who could speak of a path to survival?
What was more important was clear without saying!
Beiming Longteng departed in haste, leaving behind the phantasmic figure who watched indifferently, without any attempt to stop him.
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