Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Orochi originally thought that by devouring the demon's body, it could obtain the demon's original power.

Once it recovers its cultivation, it will be able to dominate the world.

Unexpectedly, he was possessed by the demon.

From Penglai to the Hormu Sea, he preyed on sea monsters along the way, and his cultivation only recovered to 30%. The second of the seven heads that Qin Quan had cut off had only grown back.

"Your subordinate Yang Zhentian greets Your Majesty the Demon King!"

Yang Zhentian knelt down on both knees, prostrating himself on the ground, his posture extremely humble.

"Is everything settled?"

The demon controlled the body of the Yamata no Orochi, speaking in a cold and hoarse voice, carrying a chilling aura.

"Thanks to Lord Demon King, all members of the Hidden Immortal Sect have been settled. I have discussed with Alliance Leader Chuant that we will jointly reap the benefits of the global economy, make the Hidden Immortal Sect the number one sect in Flowing Gold Valley, recruit more disciples, and collect more flesh and blood and resources to help Lord Demon King recover his peak cultivation as soon as possible."

Yang Zhentian dared not hide anything and reported everything he had experienced during this period in great detail.

"Well done."

Mo'e was quite satisfied with this answer.

Then, he added:

"You should hurry up and launch a war, setting up the battlefield in the Hormuk Sea. I need a lot of flesh and blood to nourish my soul, and I don't want to let any living body go."

"Yes, sir! I will personally lead a raid on the Persian Ming Cult at dawn the day after tomorrow, to provoke a war!"

Yang Zhentian immediately accepted the order.

Don't let me down.

Mo E nodded, controlling the body of the Yamata no Orochi, and slowly disappeared into the deep sea. The sea surface quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Yang Zhentian dared not delay and immediately took to the air.

Upon returning to the White Eagle Alliance, he immediately conspired with Chuan Te to discuss the specific details of the surprise attack on the Persian Ming Cult.

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Meanwhile, Qin Quan, along with his disciples from Fengyulou, was frantically expanding their operations around the world, leasing large warehouses, integrating oil refineries and storage facilities, and relentlessly plundering scarce resources such as gold, rare earth elements, and oil.

Qin Quan calculated that as long as war broke out, the Strait of Hormuz would be blocked, and all the oil in the entire Golden Valley would have to travel tens of thousands of nautical miles to be transported out. In addition, the shipping routes were not well-developed and there were many dangers at sea, so all the oil had to be stored outside the strait.

Therefore, all the oil depots, refineries, and crude oil wells outside the strait were monopolized by Qin Quan and Long Guo.

"Mr. Qin, I disagree with this point."

A member of the royal family, wearing a white cloak on his head and holding an oil contract, shook his head repeatedly, his tone resolute.

"Not raising prices for three years is too long. I can only promise not to raise prices for six months at most."

They possess vast oil resources and live a life of luxury, completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, only feeling that Qin Quan's demands were too harsh.

Qin Quan raised an eyebrow, looking at the other person with a half-smile.

"Disagree? Looking at the whole world, besides me, who else can take all that spot crude oil you have at once? If you don't agree, then just wait for all that crude oil to become a burden on your hands."

The royal family members' expressions changed, they hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted their teeth and compromised.

"Let's sign a six-month contract, and I'll lower our cooperation price by 10% within those six months."

"make a deal!"

Qin Quan waved his hand and signed the contract on the spot.

"How much crude oil do you have now? Transport it all to this address within three days. Failure to do so will be considered a breach of contract."

"no problem."

Qin Quan held a huge sum of money and was very wealthy.

In just a few days, they almost emptied the global market of crude oil and gold.

Some astute businessmen gradually sensed something was amiss and followed suit, scrambling to plunder oil and gold.

Even before the war began, global energy and gold prices had already started to rise.

As more tycoons joined in, the price kept rising.

Finally, the appointed time arrived.

Yang Zhentian led the disciples of the Hidden Immortal Sect to launch a surprise attack on the Ming Cult's base in Persia.

A dark and windy night is the perfect time to commit murder.

Inside the banquet hall of the Persian Ming Cult headquarters, the lights were on and the noise was deafening.

The old leader Muhammad, along with his subordinates, was celebrating the recent surge in oil prices with a boisterous feast of wine and meat, amidst laughter and chatter.

Unbeknownst to anyone, four figures were silently hovering in the deep night sky, their cold divine senses locking onto everything in the banquet hall.

The person in the lead was Yang Zhentian, with three Golden Core Realm elders beside him.

The four of them concealed their auras, yet they still exuded a chilling aura that was captivating.

"Sect Leader, these people are having a good time."

An elder lowered his voice, his eyes full of disdain.

Yang Zhentian raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel sneer.

"Let them go crazy for a while longer. The happier they are now, the more desperate they will be later."

Looking down at the revelers in the banquet hall, he saw them as lambs to the slaughter, already condemning them to death in his heart.

Jingle Bell!

Just then, Muhammad's private phone rang, the sharp ringing instantly piercing the noise of the banquet hall.

The revelers subconsciously quieted down and all looked at Muhammad, who was in the main seat.

"It's alright, it's alright, you guys keep drinking, I'll take this call."

Muhammad waved his hand with a smile, his face glowing, completely unaware that the shadow of death was quietly looming over him.

He took out his phone, and the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

This is his private phone number, which he never makes public. How could someone call this phone?

Although he was puzzled, he didn't think much of it and casually pressed the answer button.

"Hello, who is this?"

Muhammad's voice carried a hint of alcohol, and his tone was casual.

A cold, mechanical voice, altered by a voice changer, came from the other end of the phone.

"Master Muhammad, someone wants to kill you! Immediately gather your best guards to protect you, or you will surely die!"

The voice was concise, without any further explanation, and the phone number was encrypted and untraceable.

Muhammad's heart sank, and he sobered up considerably.

He subconsciously glanced around, his eyes narrowed, and he quickly beckoned to the security captain beside him, signaling with his eyes to immediately investigate the source of this unfamiliar number.

At the same time, suppressing the panic in his heart, he asked coldly into the phone:

"Who are you? Why should I believe what you say?"

Believe it or not!

With a bang, the phone was abruptly disconnected, leaving only a busy tone on the receiver.

"Feed? Hey!"

Muhammad pressed for answers over the phone, his expression growing increasingly grim.

The security captain rushed over and reported to his superior in a low voice:

"Master, the call has been disconnected. The other party has encrypted the signal, and we cannot find the IP address or the source of the call."

"It's alright, better to believe it exists than not!"

Muhan snapped out of his daze. "Immediately gather all the sect's experts and rush to the banquet hall! Hurry!"

He had been a notorious figure in Golden Valley for many years, and it was no joke that anyone could get his private phone number and pinpoint his situation so accurately.

However, just as the security captain turned around to give orders, Yang Zhentian, who was in the void above, suddenly let out a soft "hmm," a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Strange, our whereabouts have been exposed? Someone even called to warn him."

Yang Zhentian frowned, clearly somewhat surprised.

"Sect Master, who cares who tipped us off!"

A Golden Core elder scoffed, his face full of arrogance.

"Even if the Ming Cult's rabble were prepared, what trouble could they possibly cause? They don't even have the right to resist us Golden Core cultivators!"