Chapter 1168: People Sent by the Wind Order Sect Have Arrived

"Are you all here to apply for the doorman position?"

Old Man Murong scrutinized the crowd with deep suspicion, muttering to himself. He had indeed intended to hire a guard, but the job posting hadn't even been put up yet, so how had these applicants already arrived?

Could his few disciples have leaked the news?

Besides, wasn't this a rather excessive number of people for a doorman job?

"Your numbers..."

"We are competing for the post, you can choose whoever catches your eye!" Huo Huashen interjected hurriedly.

As the Blood-Drinking Pearl spun, the phantom pagoda gradually solidified, a primitive stone tower bearing the endless desolation of time slowly taking shape. Covered in rust, a few large characters faintly shimmered upon it with a dark crimson glow.

"Heh, behind every benefit, there is naturally no shortage of risks to bear. I presume this duel still follows the old rules, where life and death matter not; if one is slain in battle, all is for naught." Xie Yue saw through this completely, gently raising the fragrant tea before him to take a sip, speaking then with a light smile.

Ye Lingsu closed in on Bu Liu, raising her sword for a thrust. Bu Liu was about to parry when he suddenly noticed the Qingchi Sword was as clear as ink-wash, as bright as a green rainbow—unmistakably a rare and precious blade. Accustomed to seizing others' weapons and delighted by the find, he changed his mind, thrusting his chest and belly outward to meet the tip of the sword with his round, protruding stomach.

Xun Shan excitedly accepted the Xun Family Iron Edict, a token he was obtaining for the very first time. Rumor had it that this edict possessed various mysterious functions, but its greatest utility lay in times when a Xun family disciple faced a mortal crisis; by using Xun family blood as a catalyst to sacrifice the edict, it could withstand a single fatal attack on behalf of the disciple.

"The Prince of Jin, is it?" Li Jinglong turned his gaze over. The Prince of Jin sat regally in a grand armchair, surrounded by various other princes in a bustling, lively scene. Flashing a face full of smiles, the Prince of Jin pointed and gestured toward the stage.

"Eh?" Tie Muli stared at the newcomer, momentarily losing himself. This person relied on nothing for support, appearing suspended in the void.

"Very well, let us go inside to speak." Lady Catherine nodded in agreement with a benevolent smile. She followed Wen Guangsheng into the farmhouse, arriving inside the main hall located on the first floor.

Furthermore, the time left for everyone to deliberate was far too short! It was already noon, and they had to state their stance by tomorrow morning; there was simply no time for deeper consideration. At any rate, if they bet correctly this time, it might mean decades of peace ahead; if they bet wrong, he feared it would lead to eternal damnation.

"Shiyu..." Sun Xi felt a playful urge, quietly stepping up behind her and whispering softly into her ear.

A single sword from heaven and earth slashed upon the word "Death," causing the fully materialized word to shudder instantly. Following that, with a mere blur, the word "Death" collapsed entirely in an instant.

Yin Rongyu's brow furrowed as he jerked the steering wheel and stomped on the accelerator. The car accelerated sharply into the turn, jolting Pei Yueyue so hard she nearly slammed into the window.

"Young Master Lin, I am certain there is no mistake. All one hundred members have arrived!" Seeing Lin Feng's stunned and incredulous expression, Zhao Ze spoke once more to confirm the matter to him.

Indeed, in this manner, the Alphas Theocracy would possess a ceaseless stream of new forces to replenish itself, making it unlikely to destroy itself so easily.

Ling Su stared in a daze at Jin Liunian, who had just bathed. Though it was early morning, the elegant scent he carried from his bath seemed to dispel a fraction of her weariness.

If Yu Youjia continued to investigate his psychological issues in such a covert manner tomorrow, Tian Jiao could not guarantee he wouldn't immediately act out a problem for him to see.

Judging from the nursery rhyme the Sacred Dragon Venerable had told him, there was a Crimson Dragon Immortal upon Mount Crimson Dragon, and by the Immortal's side was a Crimson Dragon Beast. The Crimson Dragon Fruit held in the mouth of that demonic beast must be the very thing the Sacred Dragon Venerable was searching for.

Conrad, in a rare instance, did not immediately comply with Rhaetian's command, but once more requested him to go meet the Prefect of Yazhou.

Lin Wushuang remained silent as she pulled out her phone and dialed Ye Tianyu's number once more. The ringtone began to sound—yet, the location of this ringing was most inappropriate.