"Alas, it seems the Divine Land cannot protect itself and cannot stop the Yangxiang Sect."

Amid the chaos, a diplomat from an unknown country muttered softly.

"You're talking nonsense.

If it weren't for you small countries colluding with the Yangxiang Race, how could they infiltrate our Divine Land's interior?

Anyone who dares speak nonsense again, I'll kill you!"

These words were heard by the already irritable Wang Yetao.

He quickly grabbed that diplomat and threw him out the door.

Instantly, the entire conference hall was silent.

"Serves you right, daring to speak nonsense at this time."

The diplomats from Mei Jian Country scornfully glanced at that small country's diplomat.

Competing against each other normally is for mutual benefits.

But when facing alien threats, Earthlings must unite as one.

The five major leadership countries of Earth frequently have friction, but never undermine each other in the face of great matters.

Mei Jian Country is deeply concerned for the Divine Land right now.

Anyone with a brain knows not to rejoice maliciously.

This time it's the Divine Land.

Next time, could it be their Mei Jian Country's Wuda?

Who can say for sure?

The female diplomat from Mei Jian Country kept bowing her head in prayer, hoping Divine Land could remain safe.

"Prince Tuo, how far is the threatened city from the Southern Imperial Capital?"

A general from the Zhao Qi Corps came down and urgently asked.

"Across three provinces, the three of us, there's simply no time to support.

I've already dispatched all nearby generals to Zhiwu, and the Governor's Mansion of Fan City must be sending people too.

Unfortunately, Zhiwu has been isolated into an absolute domain by the portal, and no rescue personnel can get in!"

Wang Yetao's mouth was dry.

"Damn Yangxiang Race."

Lin Dongqi also gritted his teeth harshly.

Indeed.

The distance is too far, and although the three of them are generals, it's impossible to get there.

The entire conference hall could only anxiously watch the screen but do nothing.

...

Zhiwu!

The elevator hadn't settled yet.

Su Yue saw Ning Yutao, and no wonder this beast was in a suit; his identity turned out to be the principal of Zhiwu.

In the sky, the pressure from three Grandmasters became increasingly severe.

Su Yue looked up at the big screen.

Sure enough, Ning Yutao's notes were correct; there are four sacrificial points at four secret locations in the Divine Land.

Brothers and sisters, you must succeed.

If you let me down, no one here will survive.

Su Yue observed quietly.

The martial artists guarding around the execution platform showed no signs of relaxing, knowing that the beheading was at a crucial moment, they were preventing any accidents.

Zhou Yuncan and Wang Lu Feng cast their glances again.

Su Yue remained expressionless.

The execution hadn't started yet, and there were people from the Investigation and Arrest Bureau in the school; now was not the time to save people.

Wait until chaos ensues.

Only in madness is there opportunity.

...

"Hahaha, this slaughter is a lesson for the Divine Land, to show you arrogant martial artists that we, the Yangxiang Race, are the true rulers of this world.

All of you martial artists who wish to fight against the Yangxiang Race must die.

Today it's your group, tomorrow, it's another.

The raging war fire of the Yangxiang Race will inevitably burn all martial artists in the Divine Land to death, leaving none, sparing none, hahaha."

As the elevator was about to settle, the black-robed figure continued to laugh maniacally.

Ning Yutao clenched an alloy battle knife in his hand.

He knew that people from the Investigation and Arrest Bureau would come to rescue.

This prisoner execution blood sacrifice absolutely cannot be disrupted by anyone.

Crunch!

Wang Nanguo quickly mapped out a path to charge towards the elevator.

He stomped his foot hard, preparing to strike and rescue.

But someone was even faster.

The Director of Investigation and Arrest Bureau from Fan City had already determined that this public beheading was also a form of blood sacrifice.

He had to disrupt it.

Therefore, Wu Xianwei was the first to strike.

Unfortunately.

That hidden black-robed figure revealed the true form of a Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race, countless fate ropes instantly blocked Wu Xianwei's strike path.

"Followers take order... behead!"

At this moment, Ning Yutao swiftly issued the command.

Meanwhile, he smiled and glanced at Su Yue.

His expression seemingly saying: Our era has arrived.

Unfortunately, this time Ning Yutao did not get a response from Su Yue.

In his eyes, No. 6 only stared coldly ahead.

...

Southern Imperial Capital.

The venue was frozen stiff.

Within mere seconds, various scenes emerged endlessly.

The meticulous and insidious setup by the Yangxiang Sect was simply terrifying.

At this time, the four sacrificial points were already glowing with their strongest light, seemingly about to succeed.

Some staff covered their mouths, afraid to watch the scene.

Wang Yetao punched the wall, hating his powerlessness.

The other two generals also gnashed their teeth, burning with fury.

This was simply a disaster.

Several diplomats from Mei Jian Country kept crossing themselves, tears streaming down their faces.

This was a disaster for all humanity.

Zizizi!

Yet, at this critical moment, one of the sacrificial points' doors emitted a harsh friction sound.

Then... a wildly spinning chainsaw suddenly appeared.

High-powered, chain circuitry.

Like sharp and menacing silver steel fangs, it hysterically shredded through the heavily guarded door.

Boom!

The chainsaw sliced through the lock, then a foot kicked the entire door away.

In the dim background, a chainsaw-wielding maniac slowly revealed a hazy outline.

"Victory report!

West Martial Bai Xiaolong destroyed a Yangxiang Sect evil cultist base!

The battles continue, but our Divine Land remains unharmed."

Bai Xiaolong burst through the door with the chainsaw, descending like a god, while also shouting passionately.

Unquestionably, Bai Xiaolong wasted no time, his figure flickered, blade raised, the chainsaw's teeth directly decapitated a stunned head.

Originally just a small Third-Grade Evil Cultivator, and weakened from the ritual.

Facing the fourth-grade peak Bai Xiaolong, he was beheaded in one move, resolute and clean.

Bai Xiaolong had long been lurking outside, having listened to the black-robed figure's maniacal laughter through video within the sacrificial room.

The reason for not rushing in sooner was watching the clock, waiting precisely for 10 o'clock.

If the plan Su Yue had would be disrupted, it would be in vain, not even a second's discrepancy was allowed.

He could hardly hold back.

Bai Xiaolong killed many members of the Yangxiang Sect, familiar with their style.

They must be live broadcasting again.

Conducting terrifying attacks yet constantly wanting to stream, using shameless antics for attention, utterly disgraceful.

Of course, Bai Xiaolong seized the opportunity, feeling he should show off his face fiercely as well.

Though the credit may ultimately belong to Su Yue.

As that shocked head rolled away, the eerie green light in the sacrificial room extinguished directly.

Puff!

Then, the headless corpse finally fell slowly.

Crack.

Bai Xiaolong was stunned.

In front of the headless corpse was a small shattered square mirror.

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