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Ye Huan has arrived!
As soon as the thunderous roar, reminiscent of something made entirely of iron, echoed in the air, all the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors present instinctively thought of one person: Ye Huan! The reason for their certainty was that in the Eastern Continent, it seemed only Ye Huan could control these unprecedented, colossal flying devices.
"He's quite fast. I wonder if Ye Huan followed the scent of Black Flower to find this place. If that's the case, I should have used less Black Flower powder back then."
With his hand holding the Nine Poison Heavenly Pill suspended in mid-air, Song Zhong looked up at the booming sounds from above while muttering to himself, a pained expression crossing his face.
It was no surprise; while Black Flower wasn't exactly a rare treasure in the Eastern State Cultivator Realm, it certainly came with a hefty price tag. To ensure that Ye Huan could track them by the scent of Black Flower, Song Zhong had used every bit of powder he carried. If some rogue cultivators got their hands on this powder, they would likely find themselves in grave danger the next day. This demonstrated just how precious Black Flower was; it could easily be considered a necessary tool for murder and arson.
Of course, despite its value, Song Zhong had already scattered Black Flower along the route from Yuxu Palace to their current location. However, he likely never imagined that Ye Huan wouldn't even have time to smell the air for the scent of Black Flower. After all, for Ye Huan, there was a much simpler and quicker way to locate Song Zhong and his group using an Infrared Sensor, flying in on an Apache Attack Helicopter. Why would he complicate things? Low-altitude flying was perilous enough as it was.
Just as Song Zhong was taking his time, not yet having delivered the Nine Poison Heavenly Pill to Zhao Ziyu, countless Apache Attack Helicopters suddenly surrounded their position. Especially notable was the black helicopter hovering directly above them, where a man stood coldly observing them. This man was none other than Ye Huan, whom Song Zhong had schemed to lure out using Zhao Ziyu.
Seeing Ye Huan, instead of feeling anxious about delivering the pill to Zhao Ziyu, Song Zhong felt a surge of confidence. After all, with so many Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors, how could they fear just one person? If he were to deliver the pill to threaten Ye Huan, it would be far more effective to use it on him directly and control him instead, avoiding any unnecessary complications.
With a flick of his hand, he returned the Nine Poison Heavenly Pill to its white porcelain bottle. As he pondered how to manipulate Ye Huan into becoming a puppet for the Heavenly Dragon Sect, an astonishing scene unfolded before him: Ye Huan leaped from the all-black helicopter and landed heavily on the ground, less than ten meters away from them.
"Song Zhong, hand over Zhao Ziyu, and I will spare your life."
With an indifferent expression, Ye Huan exuded aggression upon landing, immediately provoking anger in Song Zhong. As rage surged within him, a flush crept onto his already unhandsome face. He sneered at Ye Huan, retorting angrily, "Ye Huan, don't be too arrogant. Yes, I captured Zhao Ziyu, but do you really think you can take her back in front of us, the Ten Protectors of the Heavenly Dragon Sect?"
"The Ten Protectors of the Heavenly Dragon Sect? Ha! Think again, Song Zhong. With Jin Ling absent and Ghost Blade dead at my hands, what makes you think you still hold any power as one of those protectors? Have you been kicked by a donkey or something? Can't even do basic math?"
With a slight smirk curling at his lips, Ye Huan seized the opportunity to mockingly berate him. It was one thing for him to insult Song Zhong directly; it was another entirely that he twisted the meaning behind "Ten Protectors" to ridicule him further. And yet, there was nothing that Song Zhong could say in response; he could only swallow his anger and glare at Ye Huan, his eyes burning with resentment.
"What are you staring at? I won't repeat myself; if you make me say it again, don't blame me for being rude."
Not giving him a chance to respond, Ye Huan scanned his surroundings and quickly spotted a grinding stone used for crushing food in the village nearby. Next to it lay two corpses—a young boy and an old man—both with their throats slashed open by sharp instruments. The boy's body leaned against the grinding stone; his face was pale and his eyes bulged with unfulfilled rage.
It was clear that everyone in this village had fallen victim to the hands of people like Song Zhong. While feeling compelled to avenge these innocent lives, with Zhao Ziyu still in enemy hands, all he could do was walk over and gently close the boy's unseeing eyes before sitting on the grinding stone and clenching his right fist tightly.
Boom!
As Ye Huan moved, the Apache Attack Helicopters hovering above the village seemed to be under some kind of control, aligning themselves in a row and then forming a triangular shape. Once in formation, the rocket launchers mounted on these Apache Attack Helicopters simultaneously unleashed fiery projectiles, bombarding the perimeter of the village. Dust mixed with smoke from the explosions quickly enveloped the entire area.
"This power..." "So... so strong..."
Feeling the violent tremors beneath their feet, all members of the Heavenly Dragon Sect were startled by the combined might of the numerous Apache Attack Helicopters. Among them, Song Zhong's expression was particularly grim, resembling someone who had seen a ghost. After all, while they had all encountered Apache Attack Helicopters before, their understanding of its power had been limited to viewing it as just a hunk of metal. Now, witnessing a large number of Apache Attack Helicopters gathered together, capable of easily destroying a city, completely overturned their perceptions.
This was not even the worst part. The Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors were not ordinary people; even setting aside the helicopters' firepower, the mere fact that they could combine to launch coordinated attacks made them realize how terrifying these machines were. Just imagine if every Heavenly Dragon Gate Protector decided to attack Ye Huan at once...
What if these Apache Attack Helicopters formed a battle formation?
Thinking about the Eight Gates of Immortal Trapping Formation from Yuxu Palace and considering Ye Huan's connection to Yuxu Palace, all Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors involuntarily shivered.
"I think... we should return Zhao Ziyu to Ye Huan!"
Perhaps out of fear, after realizing the power of the Apache Attack Helicopters, Mighty Bull from Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors stammered this suggestion. Even his gaze towards Ye Huan was filled with trepidation.
"Yes! Let's return Zhao Ziyu to Ye Huan!" "Right, let's give Zhao Ziyu back to Ye Huan; I don't want to die for some woman!"
Once Mighty Bull took the lead in speaking up, other Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors quickly echoed his sentiments. This left Song Zhong speechless for a long time; after all, it was his idea to use Zhao Ziyu as leverage against Ye Huan. He had thought that using Zhao Ziyu as bait would surely hook Ye Huan, but little did he know that Ye Huan had been patiently waiting for them to take the bait.
Gradually, as nearly all Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors turned their attention towards Song Zhong and urged him to return Zhao Ziyu to Ye Huan, Wang Huai—who had remained silent since Ye Huan's arrival—finally spoke up. His words were like a lifeline for Song Zhong as he firmly declared in front of all Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors and not far from Ye Huan: "No, we absolutely cannot give Zhao Ziyu back to Ye Huan. If we do that, we will have lost any leverage against him. Given our relationship with Yuxu Palace, do you really think Ye Huan will let us go?"
"Exactly! Wang Huai is right! We can't exchange Zhao Ziyu for Ye Huan; that would be tantamount to waiting for death!"
Hearing Wang Huai's analysis, even though Song Zhong usually disagreed with him, he shot Wang Huai a grateful glance. However, this moment of unity did not last long as Mighty Bull's next question plunged everyone back into silence: "Then what should we do next?"
Pfft...
Having overheard the conversation among the Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors, Ye Huan nearly burst out laughing while sitting on a nearby millstone. If it weren't for Mighty Bull being one of Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, Ye Huan would genuinely suspect that Mighty Bull was sent by heaven to assist him by repeatedly undermining Song Zhong's morale. But this was good for Ye Huan; he intended to use force to compel Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors to hand over Zhao Ziyu, and now with Mighty Bull acting as an advocate, his chances of success seemed even greater.
"Mighty Bull, are you secretly a spy sent by Ye Huan? Why do I feel like everything you say is in his favor?"
Noticing that Mighty Bull seemed somewhat indiscreet with his words, Song Zhong began to harbor doubts about him as he scrutinized Mighty Bull closely as if trying to see through him.
"I... how could I possibly be related to Ye Huan!"
Shivering as he denied Song Zhong's words, Mighty Bull questioned himself. Although he was not a spy sent by Ye Huan, ever since Ghost Blade was slain before him by Ye Huan, an immense pressure had been placed upon Mighty Bull. Coupled with the recent display of Apache Attack Helicopters, Mighty Bull was determined not to become enemies with Ye Huan. This was why he had repeatedly uttered such unsettling words.
"Enough. For now, we should focus on how to deal with that person over there who is laughing at us, the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, Song Zhong."
With a cold gaze sweeping over Mighty Bull and Song Zhong, Ruo Qiu, who had taken on the role of peacemaker, spoke up. As he said this, a group of Heavenly Dragon Gate Protectors turned their attention toward Ye Huan in the distance, who was watching them with amusement. For a moment, the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, Song Zhong, truly appeared united against a common foe.
"Ruo Qiu is right. If you want to fight among ourselves, I don't mind, but at least let's deal with our common enemy first before we turn on each other."
Wang Huai spoke again, clearly having some issues with Ye Huan. He hit the nail on the head, causing Ye Huan to grit his teeth in frustration, wishing he could eliminate Wang Huai swiftly.
"So what do you suggest we do, Wang Huai? We're all ears!"
Someone from the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, Song Zhong, posed this question to Wang Huai. Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Wang Huai felt a wave of pressure. Fortunately, it seemed that this person had great faith in Wang Huai's judgment, which relieved some of his tension. Under the watchful eyes of the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Ten Protectors, Song Zhong, he slowly began to speak: "Since everyone has chosen to listen to me, I'll share a few more thoughts. To deal with Ye Huan, Zhao Ziyu is undoubtedly our trump card. As long as we can have Song Zhong feed Zhao Ziyu the Nine Poison Heavenly Pill, then no matter how strong Ye Huan is in combat, as long as he wants Zhao Ziyu's life, he won't be a threat. As for the other Guardians besides Song Zhong, our task is simply to hold Ye Huan back as best as we can."
'Nine Poison Heavenly Pill?'
Hearing Wang Huai mention this in front of him made Ye Huan uneasy. Although he didn't know why Wang Huai would openly discuss plans against him in his presence, just hearing those four words gave him a very bad feeling. He immediately stood up from his seat...
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