The Divine Land is the largest country on Earth, and such important diplomatic events must absolutely not have any mishaps.

Otherwise, it could easily become a laughingstock.

This concerns the dignity of a great power, and no one can afford to ignore it.

Finally, the foreign diplomatic missions began to arrive, one after another.

The first to arrive, inevitably, was Mei Jian Country.

It is the only superpower on Earth qualified to rival the Divine Land. If they don't arrive first, the smaller countries wouldn't dare to come at all.

Although the Divine Land didn't invite Mei Jian Country, the latter insisted on coming, and the Divine Land could only welcome them.

From the Mei Jian Country's car, several tall blond-haired, blue-eyed men and two blonde women stepped out.

Above Grandmaster level, their strength is formidable.

The leader was the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs for Mei Jian Country, and although he came to cause trouble, Mei Jian Country expressed sufficient respect for the Divine Land.

After a series of formalities, other national diplomatic vehicles began to arrive slowly.

Jiangyuan Country, Womu Country, Hanbang Country, Myanmar, Taiwu Country, Nanyue Country... etc.

Though it was daytime, the camera flashes were incessant, stinging one's eyes.

9:30 AM!

The diplomatic missions from various countries had already taken their seats in the grand hall.

The Divine Land's Ministry of Foreign Affairs was seated in the center, while other missions were seated in two rows. Originally, this was an Asian multilateral conference, but with Mei Jian Country's participation, it seemed somewhat absurd.

But there's no choice.

The black-haired and black-eyed mission from the Divine Land also frequently goes to Mei Jian Country's European and American meetings to cause disruptions. Everyone reciprocates, and no one can say the other is boring.

Several members of the Yangxiang Sect mingled among the press, constantly attentive to their communication devices.

Although in the grand hall, all phone signals were screened, the Yangxiang Sect's devices were specially enhanced; even a slight signal was enough.

...

Zhiwu!

The stadium, capable of accommodating ten thousand people, was packed.

Students from various B-class Wuda across the nation had already taken their places, and some from B-class Wuda without invitations also attended, participating for the experience and to at least feel the atmosphere.

Speaking of this Zhiwu event, it was meticulously planned.

Every chair in the stadium had refreshments.

Wang Nanguo casually assumed the identity of a Wuda teacher and easily blended in, without even revealing his rank; just his Qi Blood fluctuations were enough to avoid suspicion.

He found a chair and sat down.

"Youth is great."

Looking at the enthusiastic young people, Wang Nanguo sighed with emotion.

B-class Wuda nurtures the largest number of Martial Artists in the nation.

Though these individuals aren't the strongest, they are the future foundation of the Divine Land.

Wang Nanguo had to admit, although Zhiwu is just a B-class Wuda, in terms of scale, it even surpasses some A-class Wuda.

9:40 AM.

The stadium was bustling with noise, and on the central stage, the leadership of Zhiwu was ready to speak.

...

Basement.

61 hostages, each bound tightly, were forcefully injected with nutrient fluids. Despite being covered in wounds and emaciated, they were still alive.

At this moment, new sect members stepped forward, following Su Yue's assignments, each holding a hostage as they moved to designated positions.

Su Yue stepped firmly on the ground, which was a piece of metal.

Unless something unexpected happened, this metal should be something like an elevator.

Members grabbed the hostages, arranging them neatly in a kneeling position.

A total of 61 people.

Arranged in three rows of twenty each.

These hostages hadn't lost consciousness; they attempted to resist and tried to stand up.

Unfortunately, their tendons were severed, and, suppressed by medication, they couldn't speak or curse. Though they were all desperately trying to stand, besides causing their knee wounds to spread, it was to no avail.

The new sect members felt strained while pressing the red-eyed hostages.

Zhou Yuncan faced Dai Yuegui, who was constantly resisting on his knees.

His heart was about to break.

Dai Yuegui's character is strong; he was the most resolute of the group. Although Zhou Yuncan was about to break through to the second rank, he still struggled.

"Instructor, hang in there.

"As long as we can get out of here, if there's a chance, I will surely save you."

Zhou Yuncan said to himself.

He couldn't converse with Dai Yuegui.

Possibly due to the intensity of resistance, Dai Yuegui was battered from head to toe, long unrecognizable from torment.

"Everyone, this beheading operation is crucial to the Yangxiang Sect's future; I hope you all take it seriously.

"We four will constantly guard on all sides. If any of you try anything, the consequences will be fatal.

"Some of you may be spies for the government, but it doesn't matter; you can join our Yangxiang Sect for a fresh start. However, if anyone rebels during the beheading operation, the punishment will be a brutal death, and think about your families.

"Other sect members, pay attention. If anything happens, you can assist in killing the spies. Killing one will immediately promote you to Incense Master. Understand?"

With the hostages about to go up, four three-rank Incense Masters threatened with ominous eyes.

The Yangxiang Sect couldn't completely trust these people, so they dispatched four three-ranks to the four corners of the area. If something unexpected happened, they could deal with it.

After all, these hostages were only first-rank.

"Understood!"

Led by Su Yue, all the new sect members immediately replied.

"We hope nothing unexpected happens, and besides, your strength doesn't qualify to cause any surprises."

An Incense Master sneered coldly.

Su Yue's face was cold, wearing the expression of someone about to collect a debt.

The weapons for the beheading operation had been distributed.

Wang Lu Feng and Zhou Yuncan gripped the knife handles, their palms sweating.

They just needed to wait for Su Yue's signal to immediately break through to the second rank.

Time, 9:55 AM.

...

Shi Yuan City!

Bai Xiaolong held an electric saw, lurking not far from the reception room, concentrating and even completely concealing his Qi Blood aura.

There were less than five minutes left until Su Yue's scheduled time.

Bai Xiaolong suddenly felt a nervousness out of nowhere.

Clearly, he was on Earth, in the safety of the Divine Land, yet he couldn't understand the source of his tension.

He was aiming for the fifth rank as a powerful figure, after all.

Too strange.

Buzz!

The next breath, Bai Xiaolong was almost scared to death.

He internally shouted, damn!

Who would have expected, three strong Grandmaster auras suddenly appeared in the reception room nearby.

Correct!

It was the aura of an alien race.

Bai Xiaolong was keenly sensitive to the aura of alien races, having descended countless times.

Absolutely the aura of an alien race.

Damn it.

This was the Divine Land, where did you come from?

Grandmasters from heaven?

No reason.

Yet the aura came quickly and vanished even faster.

Bai Xiaolong hadn't finished breathing when the three Grandmaster auras disappeared without a trace.

Correct!

As if they had never appeared.

Bai Xiaolong's years of cultivation knowledge were shattered.

What on earth was happening here?

Thereafter.

He saw a piercing bright light flash from the reception room, but only for a moment before extinguishing.

No, it shouldn't have been extinguished; it must have been blocked by something.

Correct!

Basement.

Su Yue mentioned the basement.

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