I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The tactical watch lit up.

A holographic projection popped out from Shen Tian's wrist, and Master Guhe's aged face appeared in mid-air.

Shen Tian glanced at it, unsurprised.

Lu Changming and the others must have known that Lin Hai was able to get this far.

"Shen Tian".

Gu He's voice came from inside. He glanced at Lin Hai, who was standing not far away, and the Purple Spirit Clan members beside him.

A deep sense of apprehension arose in his eyes, and he spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

"I already know about Lin Hai's situation!"

"Please don't act impulsively!"

Shen Tian leaned against the gravel.

"Master Furukawa, don't worry."

"I'll handle this."

"Don't worry."

rest assured?

Guhe almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

You put my mind at ease?

When you said those three words, I felt even more uneasy than before!

"Shen Tian, ​​listen to me."

Guhe took a deep breath, trying to calm his tone.

"Behind the forest lies Longjing."

"You don't understand the situation in Longjing; it's very complicated."

"The forces of the peace faction are deeply entrenched, and a single move from them can have far-reaching consequences."

Guhe carefully considered each word.

"It doesn't matter if I lose face today."

"You're only seventeen; you have a long future ahead of you."

"You can always get your face back later."

"But if we break ties with Lin Hai now and fight the Purple Spirit Clan..."

Guhe's voice faded away.

"The consequences are not something you can bear alone."

Shen Tian listened to Gu He's words without interrupting.

His gaze passed over the holographic projection and looked towards the edge of the wilderness.

A shadow appeared on the horizon.

Shen Tian's pupils contracted slightly.

It's not a cloud.

It's a spaceship.

A huge, purplish-black transport spaceship.

The hull is flat and diamond-shaped, with a layer of flowing purple patterns on its surface, like the blood vessels of some living thing wriggling on the hull.

The ship's hull lacks any of the industrial aesthetics characteristic of humankind.

Rough, ferocious, and full of bizarre aesthetics from foreign races.

Huge mental signal amplifiers were suspended on both sides of the ship, their purple light flashing like vertical pupils blinking in the darkness.

Not one ship.

There are three.

Three heavy transport ships of the Purple Spirit Clan, arranged in a triangular formation, pressed down on us, blotting out the sky.

The engine emitted a deep hum, which made the gravel on the ground tremble slightly.

On the other end, Guhe was still talking.

"Shen Tian, ​​you must trust the Lord of the Manor, trust me and Elder Yan."

"We'll handle things for you from behind."

"The most important thing now is to stabilize the situation, and absolutely not—"

The first spacecraft landed smoothly.

The hatch opened.

Purple light poured out from inside the cabin.

then.

They are coming.

Row after row.

Deep purple skin, a tightly closed vertical eye in the center of the forehead, long limbs, and a cold face.

Purple Spirit Clan Vanguard.

Fully armed.

They emerged from the hatch one after another, dressed in some kind of light purplish-black armor and carrying strangely shaped weapons.

Their footsteps were synchronized, thudding on the hard earth of the wasteland.

one hundred.

five hundred.

one thousand.

The number of people is still increasing.

The hatch of the second spacecraft also opened.

More Purple Spirit Clan members poured out.

Their vertical eyes were half-open, swirling with purple light, and the fluctuations of their spiritual power spread outwards like an invisible net without restraint.

All three thousand Po Jun Si warriors simultaneously felt that chilling sense of mental oppression.

It was as if countless unseen hands were probing the edge of their consciousness.

A blatant provocation.

Qin Zhenshan's temples throbbed, and he gritted his teeth without uttering a sound.

Chixiao's fingers were already sweating from gripping the hilt of the sword.

Po Jun Si's sword hummed in its sheath, as if sensing its master's killing intent.

Lin Hai stood at the front of the Purple Spirit Clan's procession, watching the continuous stream of clansmen pour out, and nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around and looked at Shen Tian.

A victor's smile graced his face.

"Shen Qinwei, did you see that?"

"This is the sincerity of the Purple Spirit Clan."

"The first vanguard team consisted of a full ten thousand people."

Shen Tian did not look at Lin Hai.

Shen Tian quickly calculated in his mind, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

enough.

That's more than enough.

On the other end of the projection, Guhe's voice continued.

"Shen Tian? Shen Tian, ​​are you listening?"

"You must stay calm! Don't—"

Shen Tian raised his right hand.

Spread your five fingers.

Then he clenched his fist tightly.

A silent command.

Swish-!

Thousands of swords were drawn simultaneously!

Other weapons of various kinds also assumed combat stances.

The glint of blades blended together in the sunlight of the wilderness, like a cold, silvery wave.

Three thousand warriors of the Po Jun Division stepped forward in unison.

The earthquake trembled.

A murderous aura filled the sky.

Shen Tian stood at the very front of the three thousand people.

The wind and sand ruffled the corner of his clothes.

The dark purple battle sword was slung across his back, radiating a silent and terrifying pressure in the sunlight.

He wasn't particularly tall or muscular.

The frame of a seventeen-year-old boy was even somewhat thin.

But at the moment.

He was like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Its sharp edge was fully revealed.

It is not advisable to look directly at it.

Shen Tian raised his wrist, his tone casual, showing no sign of tension as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Master Furukawa".

"I still have some things to take care of here."

"I'm hanging up now."

drop.

Communication was lost.

-

Tianyun City, the secret chamber of the Zhentian Pagoda.

Guhe stood frozen in place, holding the communicator.

Yan Jinghan and Lu Changming both looked at him at the same time.

"How so?"

Yan Jinghan spoke first, his thick eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

Guhe remained silent for three seconds.

Then he gave a wry smile and slowly shook his head.

He placed the equipment on the table with a soft click.

Yan Jinghan and Lu Changming understood instantly.

"This kid is exactly as I predicted."

Yan Jinghan slammed his palm on the table in front of him, making a loud cracking sound.

"I've told him so many times not to be impulsive! Not to act rashly!"

"He's quite something!"

"He didn't hear a single word!"

Yan Jinghan's tone was heavy, as if he were lamenting a disobedient junior.

But his smile was harder to suppress than AK's.

That wasn't anger, it was an uncontrollable sense of exhilaration.

"What are we supposed to do now?"

Yan Jinghan had a look of disappointment on his face. As he spoke, he glanced at the other two people beside him out of the corner of his eye.

As a result, no one responded for a long time after he finished speaking.

He then realized that his acting was indeed a bit awkward, and the other two had seen through his thoughts.

Yes.

He felt incredibly happy at that moment.

After a long while, he chuckled. Since he had been seen through, he might as well stop pretending.

Yan Jinghan spread his hands and leaned back lazily in his chair.

"How many years has it been?"

"I haven't seen a young person like this in years."

"Tell me, a seventeen-year-old boy is bolder than us. While we're still considering this and that, he's already drawn his knife!"

"Fuck him, that's a real man!"

Lu Changming picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

lay down.

"I said that."

His voice was as calm as still water.

"Whatever choice he makes, I will support him."

Guhe opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Lu Changming raised his hand, interrupting him.

"It's too late to say anything now."

"The Purple Spirit Clan has landed."

"The sword is already drawn."

Lu Changming stared intently at the map of Tianyun Prefecture hanging on the wall of the secret room.

"There's only one thing we can do right now."

"wait."

"Wait for the child to tell us."

"result."