CHAPTER 979: CHAPTER 977: ALL-STAR LINEUP

"Quite the nerve, someone actually dares to boast outside Xino City?"

"Do they even know what this place is, coming alone to stir up trouble?"

"Look, doesn’t that person’s clothing look familiar?"

"A white cloak... Could it be... the Ritian Sect?"

"It must be them, no doubt about it. He’s definitely here to rescue someone. Big things are going to happen in Xino City!"

"When gods fight, mortals suffer. Let’s get out of here quickly!"

"Hmph! What are we afraid of? He’s all by himself. Even if he’s a great fighter, do you think the city’s defense and weapon systems are just for show?"

"Exactly, during the Beast Tide, even level eight life forms didn’t know how many were wiped out. Can he be stronger than a level eight life form?"

"This is a treasure hunting space, not the outside world. Without that level nine life form backing them, do you think they can stir up trouble?"

"Yeah, isn’t there still one nailed to the city wall?"

"Let’s just wait and watch. This is likely just a farce of walking into a trap. I’m sure the people of Xino City are ready for them."

"True, the master of the Xilo Cosmic Empire was injured by that level nine life form from the Ritian Sect. They won’t miss the chance for revenge, or why else wouldn’t they kill that person from the Ritian Sect, but instead hang him on the wall? It’s to lure them here."

"Makes sense, maybe I’m overthinking it."

"But I still feel uneasy, I’m going to leave first. You guys enjoy the show."

...

Seeing this scene, the treasure hunters in the city immediately divided into two factions. Some chose to trust Xino City, while others left first.

Although only one person from the Ritian Sect came, for some reason, they all had a foreboding feeling. Anyway, if nothing happens, they can come back later. Leaving temporarily doesn’t cost them anything; it’s just for peace of mind.

As for the remaining people, they took a watching-the-show stance, wanting to see what this young man from the Ritian Sect could do, daring to come alone demanding someone.

The young man hovered in the air, countless crows swirling and cawing noisily, causing everyone a headache.

"Yang Lin, are you okay?" The young man looked at the figure pierced through the chest with a spear, "Dad’s here to save you!"

"I won’t die!" Yang Lin said with difficulty, feeling powerless, all his focal points on that spear, "Didn’t expect you to be the first to come."

"I was just closer, everyone should be coming, I’ll save you first!"

"Zhou Yi, don’t touch it!" Yang Lin said, "This spear seems to be a very special level six martial weapon. If you touch it directly, your energy will be instantly drained. I was tricked into this state, wait until the dean and the others come."

"No, delaying a second is a second more of your suffering. I’ll take them out first, then save you!"

"Where’s the person in charge of this city? Get out here!" Zhou Yi shouted towards the city.

"You Ritian Sect people dare come," the few treasure hunters guarding the gate glared at Zhou Yi, "Fine then, the King said, eliminate one and you’ll be rewarded with a level four civilization. Let’s start with you!"

"Trash!" Zhou Yi waved his hand, sending a flock of crows flying towards them.

But those crows weren’t real. In an instant, they turned into black flames upon contact.

Zhou Yi’s Sharingan pupils expanded instantly: "Heavenly Illumination!"

"Ah!"

Those level five peak life forms screamed in agony, the black flames spreading over them like maggots that couldn’t be extinguished, even burning into the ground with their bodies.

"Trash!" Zhou Yi retracted the flames into his Sharingan, "If no one else comes out, I’ll set your whole city on fire!"

At that moment, five people finally appeared on the city wall, and Zhou Yi looked at them with a serious expression. These people were level six life forms and not the kind that forcibly enhanced themselves with drugs, their combat power was strong.

If Yang Lin suffered here, it meant the opponent surely had some skills, and he wasn’t stupid.

"Are you the ones in charge of this city? Release my friend, offer compensation, and hand over the city, then maybe I’ll let you die swiftly!"

Spare them? Zhou Yi never thought of letting them live.

Qi Ya and the others had just seen their civilization’s treasure hunters perish in the black flames and were quite wary of them. Indeed, no one from the Ritian Sect was a pushover.

"Who are you?"

"I’m your dad."

"I’m your dad? What a strange name." Qi Ya and the others exchanged glances, "And this guy, called DLereLooMou, is that their civilization’s language? No idea what it signifies."

"Just you alone?" Qi Ya and the others looked disappointed.

"Already showing you enough respect," Zhou Yi said, "Don’t make me repeat myself, release my friend."

"Want to rescue someone? You’re not qualified!"

"Who says only one of us came!" A deep voice suddenly echoed in the sky.

"You’re fast, I thought I would be the first one."

"Wuhu, everyone’s here?"

More voices appeared overhead, surrounding the area.

"Who? Stop pretending to be mystical and come out!"

Five new figures appeared in the sky, all wearing cloaks, majestic and imposing.

"Chris, I’ve heard of Chris, the one who comprehended the Thunder and Lightning Laws, it’s him!"

"These five are the Shuayang District prison Spring Festival Gala combo, as of now only Chris has made a move. I think the others are not to be trifled with either!"

"I’ll mess with your mother’s Kill Breaking Wolf, mess with your mother’s Superman Warrior, rid your mother of the Mighty Mr., I’ll mess with your mother’s Bobai of Bob, rid your momyo, Bob MoMo ToToLoLo ABCD, I’ll mess with your mother’s Monk Sanzang fetching the scriptures for 81 tribulations, rid your mommyyo, Little Western Heaven, brother, Dream Journey to the West..." A chubby guy, riding a strange creature, descended spewing colorful insults.

"It’s Liu, Liu of the Ritian Sect! He’s riding the fat snake monster!"

"It’s him, reverse smoking, even drinking ash water, no one else could do that!"

"Look, more are coming!"

"Quick, release our Ritian Sect people, if you feel up to it, with me, Liangchen, I don’t mind accompanying you to the end! I have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay, and you, helpless!"

"Ye Liangchen! It’s Ye Liangchen!"

"I’ve heard of him too. He fought over 200,000 people alone, killing and wounding half, and left unharmed! He’s here too!"

"And that one in the leather jacket, he’s called Wu Qiang, rumored to have the loudest voice in the world, his sound waves can directly kill a pack of level five peak beasts!"

...

In just a few minutes, thousands appeared in the skies over Xino City, their oppressive presence made breathing become somewhat difficult.

"Where’s the dean, that old coin?"

"Shh! Look up there!"

A young man slowly descended at the front of the group, a pink flesh ball on his shoulder, his cloak had the words "First Generation" more than the others.

"Oh shit, hope he didn’t hear that just now?"

"Shouldn’t have, or you’d already be reprimanded."

"How many people now?" Zhang Menglong eyed the five with a cold gaze.

"Altogether, over 2,700 people, more are coming."

"Enough, don’t wait," said Zhang Menglong, "listen up below, the Ritian Sect is handling business, non-relevant persons leave immediately, or face the consequences!"