"Within three minutes, if you don’t leave this place, don’t blame us for taking action!"
Daofman snorted coldly. He wasn’t uninterested in the resources, but the people from Xia Country were always full of tricks. As long as they brought the war machine back to their country, the Merits he and Kane had achieved could be exchanged for ample resources. Why bother taking extra action and increasing unnecessary trouble?
"Take action... We should have acted a long time ago!" No sooner had Daofman finished speaking than Kane, standing beside him, licked his lips, his gaze incomparably venomous, like a poisonous snake.
Although he had just recently been promoted to a Fifth-Rank genetic War God and his brain domain was only initially developed, not having had enough time to adjust his genes, in terms of strength, he was inferior to Daofman and Wang Yan. But a Fifth-Rank was still a Fifth-Rank. Joining forces with Daofman, the two of them were confident enough to injure Wang Yan. As for the other six yellow-skinned monkeys, each and every one of them had to die!
"The war machine is right here; we can enter anytime. It is, however, a rare opportunity to slaughter a Gangjin Martial Saint. Daofman, do you really not want to join forces to slaughter him? This is a Gangjin Martial Saint, the most powerful existence in Xia Country."
Kane’s laughter seemed filled with seduction. Having recently become a Fifth-Rank genetic War God, he didn’t want to be as cautious and careful in everything as Daofman. He wanted to kill, to see blood, to let the entire world know of his strength!
Seeing Kane growing increasingly frenzied, Wang Yan couldn’t help but frown, his voice carrying an undisguisable solemnity. The Treasures of the Cosmic Relics were good, but not as important as their lives. With the Spiritual Cultivation methods from the Cosmic Relics being decoded in the future, there was a very good chance that these Essence-Force Great Grandmasters behind him could step into the legendary Fetal Breathing realm. Each one was a true powerhouse. Not one could be lost. He stood at the forefront, protecting the Essence-Force Great Grandmasters behind him, slowly retreating step by step. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI(F)ire.net
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Daofman, did you see that? I told you there was no need for idle talk. Do you know why only our Freedom Country’s genes develop? That’s because the genes of the yellow-skinned monkeys are inherently deficient. Even if they practice Martial Arts, they’re all trash—good-looking but useless."
"It’s just a pity that this time it’s that Wang Yan who has come. The man seems to have lived for a hundred years—too old. If it had been that Jiang Shu, you must join forces with me."
"A Martial Arts genius? I, Kane, love killing Martial Arts geniuses the most. No, that’s not right. Can’t kill him. I must chop off his limbs, torture him to death, HAHAHAHA!"
Watching Wang Yan pulling away, Kane’s voice grew more and more wild. What of a Gangjin Martial Saint? He still has to bow his head obediently!
"Martial Saint Wang..." Finally, an Essence-Force Great Grandmaster couldn’t resist trying to speak up, his fists clenched. This Kane is clearly insulting Xia Country, insulting Martial Arts! This is intolerable!
"Don’t be impulsive! Retreat!"
Grabbing hold of the Essence-Force Great Grandmaster, Wang Yan’s eyes seemed ablaze with anger. The great tranquility of his Spiritual Cultivation nearly shattered. But he still forcefully suppressed it. Because now he was not alone; he had to be responsible for the Essence-Force Great Grandmasters behind him. We must endure; as long as we live, there’s hope! His foot stomped firmly onto the ground, leaving behind a deep pit. His gaze locked tightly onto Daofman and Kane, committing their faces to memory. A gentleman’s revenge is not too late even after ten years.
However, just as Wang Yan was steeling himself to retreat, steadily increasing their distance and preparing to safely leave the B-ranked Heaven and Earth Secret Realm...
A sound of something tearing through the air suddenly came from afar. A supreme pressure, spanning across the sky, plummeted directly toward the Freedom Country genetic warriors.
Kane, standing at the forefront, paled. His body abruptly expanded, and his clothes burst into fragments. With a roar, he rapidly moved, dodging the perilous strike.
Dust and debris erupted from the ground where a deep pit, like that of a meteorite impact, had formed.
"Who?! Who’s seeking death?!" Kane roared indignantly as he struggled to his feet.
Not far away, footsteps approached. From the jungle, Jiang Shu’s figure slowly emerged. The treasured blade returned before him, hovering and thrumming.
"White-skinned pig, repeat what you just said?"