CHAPTER 693: CHAPTER 692: RETARDED ELF KING

On the Dou Crimson live streaming platform, the spiritual ability users watching this scene were constantly sending barrage comments.

"My husband called me; I’ll head over first."

"Pfft, shameless, he’s clearly calling me, okay?"

"This elf seems too arrogant."

"What do you know? If you had this level of attractiveness, you could do the same."

The barrage suddenly erupted into an argument over looks.

Meanwhile, the energy surged within An Xiao’s body, and in an instant wrapped in a different energy from wood element spiritual ability users, An Xiao arrived next to An Lan.

Sensing this energy, Lu Zixun’s mouth slightly curled up.

He hadn’t expected that An Xiao had hidden such formidable strength, not even Lu Zixun himself had realized that An Xiao had already reached I-Level.

"Father."

Coming to An Lan’s side, An Xiao’s eyes were filled with excitement.

"Uh-huh."

An Lan reached out and gently touched An Xiao’s head, speaking indifferently, "You’ve worked hard; now it’s time to settle the scores."

Seeing the elf army ready to set off, Gu Beihan furrowed his brows, "Elf King, what is this supposed to mean?"

"It means nothing." An Lan paused, "You’ve imprisoned my daughter for quite some time and caused her much distress, and as a father..."

He paused, and a killing intent burst from An Lan’s eyes: "naturally, I must seek justice for her."

Just as Gu Beihan was about to say something, An Lan raised his hand in a wave, and the elves standing at the back of the army brought out long bows, strung their arrows, and began shooting in unison.

The sky was filled with arrows, carrying I-Level energy swirling in the air.

"Spiritual Power Shield!"

Unexpectedly, An Lan had launched a direct attack.

They had come to meet, but did Gu Beihan look like a fool who would let his guard down?

Thousands of I-Level spiritual ability users appeared, and surged spiritual energy that upheld a spiritual power shield, blocking the dense arrows.

"First team, get ready."

Undisturbed by the arrows being blocked, An Lan quickly issued commands.

Elf soldiers wielding long swords moved swiftly, trying to approach the Crimson Alliance’s camp.

But as they had just set foot on the lands of the Fusion World, the ground was turned to ice.

Lu Zixun, who had unfolded the Ice and Fire Domain, slowly came to Gu Beihan’s side and calmly asked An Lan, "What grievance did your daughter suffer?"

"You are that arrogant cat who deserves to die."

Ignoring Lu Zixun’s question, An Lan’s hand produced a control made from tree branches carrying a world-shattering aura.

An energy arrow appeared on the bowstring, and before An Lan could draw the bow, Lu Zixun had already flung a Sword Qi at him.

"Isn’t it, I feel like you elves are the ones who act as if there’s no one else around?"

Lu Zixun sneered, his wrist flipping a sword flower: "Your daughter I brought out from the Trial Tower; aside from asking her for some information, I honestly don’t know what I did that was too excessive. How did it turn into such a huge grievance in your mouth?"

"Just a foreigner who’s good at making excuses."

An Lan’s gaze icily fixed on Lu Zixun, an arrow once again appeared on the World Bow.

But this time, countless elf soldiers stood in front of their king.

"After an arrow pierces your heart, perhaps you will be able to recall what you have done."

An Lan’s relentless attitude not only affected those present but even those watching the live stream began to doubt Lu Zixun.

Was it possible that he really had done something, so much so that upon their first meeting, they would attack him directly?

Feeling the change in the gazes of the surrounding spiritual ability users, Lu Zixun felt somewhat helpless inside.

"Even if I’m wrong, as long as I sound confident, I’m right."

Actually, it wasn’t just them, even Lu Zixun under An Lan’s doubting tone, began to doubt himself.

He wondered if he really had done something despicably wrong.

But upon reflection...

Damn it, I didn’t do anything at all.

He finally concluded that either An Lan was sick or An Xiao had said something to him.

"You and I are both F-level strength, what gives you the right to act all high and mighty?"

Looking at An Lan, Lu Zixun said disdainfully, as extraordinary power surged, and he immediately initiated Time Stop.

"Extreme Cold·Frost"

His left hand unleashed a spiritual ability, while his right hand swung the Night Evil Sword fiercely.

After Time Stop ended, An Lan was horrified to discover that all the Elf Soldiers standing in front of him were dead.

The atmosphere, once warm, had turned bone-chillingly cold.

What made An Xiao even more terrified was that the World Tree Talisman on him, which could resist a fatal attack once, had cracked without him knowing when.

Tsk...

Lu Zixun, who didn’t have enough extraordinary power to initiate a second Time Stop, felt somewhat regretful.

Had it not been for a flash of green light blocking the Night Evil Sword, An Lan and An Xiao would already be corpses.

Gu Beihan was equally terrified.

Lu Zixun was standing right beside him, but even he hadn’t noticed how Lu Zixun had made his move.

A deathly silence suddenly fell.

Having recovered some of his extraordinary power, Lu Zixun looked at the Elf King disdainfully and said, "You call this strength fit for an Elf King? It seems the Elf Kingdom isn’t much after all. You might as well throw away your so-called pride right now; it’s damn foolish."

Using arrogance to mask an inability to discern right from wrong?

That idea isn’t bad at all.

At this moment, Lu Zixun was somewhat puzzled internally; An Lan should not be this foolish to become the Elf King.

Was he just looking for a chance to test the strength of the Fusion World?

However, Lu Zixun was clearly wrong; An Lan was just that foolish.

"You have insulted the Elves, you will definitely pay a heavy price!"

With a gloomy face, An Lan pulled out a small silver sword from his bosom, "I, Yadir Anlan, call for a holy war, to the death!"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Zixun felt a surge of extraordinary power descend upon him, but it disappeared the next second.

And An Lan’s silver sword, now covered in several cracks, shattered into pieces and disappeared from his hand.

Faced with this situation, all Lu Zixun wanted to do was slowly type out a question mark?

What was An Lan doing, performing acrobatics?

An Lan’s face looked terrible at this moment.

He hadn’t expected that the Holy Sword would actually prevent him from initiating a holy war.

What on earth was happening, did the Holy Sword think the invincible Elves would lose?

"Human, I will remember what you did today, tomorrow we..."

"Hey."

Before An Lan could finish, Lu Zixun had already appeared beside him.

The Night Evil Sword was also pressed against An Lan’s neck, "Next time you threaten someone, be more aware of your surroundings; now look, you’ve become a captive."

Spiritual energy surged out, locking down the energy flowing within An Lan’s body.

Lu Zixun said indifferently, "Now you can tell me your purpose, why did you want to start a war as soon as you arrived?"