The Major General didn't waste any words.

He took a U-disk and directly inserted it into Wang Yetao's computer.

Because of the Yangxiang Sect, Wang Yetao had instructed the Research Institute that if there was any new information about the Yangxiang Race, it should be sent over at the first opportunity.

Today, news had finally come in.

"The Folded Gate?"

Looking at the introduction to the Folded Gate inside, Wang Yetao's face turned grim.

Crunch.

He suddenly clenched his fist.

If it were the Folded Gate, many things would make sense.

Why did so many Martial Artists disappear in the Miao Border Jungle despite there being nothing there?

Why was it the Miao Border Jungle? It must be because, to wield an evil device, you need to simulate a wet environment, and it's easiest to do that in the jungle.

Why capture so many Martial Artists? It must be for beheadings and sacrifices.

Damn it!

"Check... if there are any grand events happening in the Divine Land recently."

Wang Yetao gritted his teeth.

Three minutes later.

"Report, General, in 13 days, the Southern Imperial Capital will host a summit of leaders from seven neighboring countries.

"That day is also the day the Yangxiang Sect has announced a beheading."

The Major General's head snapped up, and his hands were trembling.

There are many small countries on the Divine Land's border.

Some of these countries rely on Divine Land's help to suppress the Wet Ghost Tower, and they've become familiar with the taxation system.

But some countries have never faced foreign invasions, yet recently they've become unstable and are seeking Divine Land's assistance.

The Divine Land Government must treat this matter seriously.

If Divine Land abandons these small countries, Mei Jian Country might intervene—as it's the Divine Land's border, things are particularly troublesome.

"Damn it!"

Wang Yetao bit his teeth fiercely.

Involving the summit, it's a huge headache.

...

"The Seven Nation Summit.

"So many Grandmasters on site, and I, just a fifth rank, dare not approach.

"Even if I was teleported, killing someone wouldn't be easy.

"My target is Zhiwu. I want these leaders to see, make Martial Artists across the globe see, how Wuda Students of the Divine Land are humiliated and slaughtered by me, hahaha!"

Hei Chen appeared again in the office.

Ding Yutao knelt on the ground.

He suggested to Hei Chen to use the Folded Gate to teleport Grandmasters to act at the Seven Nation Summit.

In this way, the role of the Folded Gate would be infinitely magnified.

It might even shake the Divine Land's standing internationally.

Unfortunately, Hei Chen was too cautious.

He didn't have such an appetite at all.

His goal was to broadcast the scene through the summit, thereby intimidating student parents worldwide.

"The Divine Envoy has a brilliant plan."

Ning Yutao quickly said.

"How is the recruitment of new converts of first-ranked Martial Artists?

"Remember, you must feed them the best, use the best on them, and try not to let this group develop a rebellious mindset. The more fervent they are for the Yangxiang Sect, the smoother we open the transmission portal ultimately.

"Remember, never make things difficult for these new converts with presumptive cunning.

"Their task is only to behead in 13 days, and afterward, they'll all die.

"Use every means to keep them happy, thinking the Yangxiang Sect is the best refuge in the world."

Hei Chen further instructed.

"Understood, understood."

Ning Yutao nodded repeatedly.

"It's hateful how the one-ranked Martial Artists groomed by the Yangxiang Sect appear expressionless, like fools, unable to even invoke Qi Blood.

"The previously recruited one-ranked Martial Artists are also beginning to be affected by the aura of the Divine Race, with some Qi Blood deficiency.

"Only by recruiting the latest converts, who possess the most fervent Qi Blood, combined with the vengeful blood of those tortured beyond recognition, can we summon... Grandmasters!"

Hei Chen had a sinister face.

"I understand, these new converts, I shall serve as if they were my own fathers."

Ning Jiangtao quickly said.

"Yes, they are your fathers indeed."

Hei Chen stood up and left the office.

Several seconds later, Ning Jiangtao slowly rose to his feet.

He looked through the window, watching as Hei Chen swaggered toward the school's entrance.

Afterward, he walked toward the gatehouse.

Then, he disappeared.

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