Chapter 631: Chapter 631 The Whole World
The CEO of the right-side faction, Shen Yuanba, gritted his teeth and muttered, "Xin Atu was injured far too quickly. Many European countries have perished as well, so we cannot see—"
"Our opponents are truly unimaginable, especially the cultivators relying on Xin Atu from other nations! We must adapt to this entire world."
Meanwhile, a former prosecutor spoke with a calm tone.
He represented great distress and China, cloaked in the legacy of Ancient Martial arts—a newly admitted powerhouse famed as the Sword Immortal, Jiang Jianshu. Following Shen Qingguo, he’s ranked third in strength.
Upon hearing Zhang En’s words, everyone was immersed in tense contemplation.
Align with the world!
How familiar this phrase sounds!
Long ago, there existed a familiar man who purchased this title, completing the mythology surrounding him.
Whenever steadfast memories arose in people’s minds, Jiang Jianjiang suddenly spoke. Looking into his shimmering gaze, it was as though no one could enter cohesive training as he began recounting, "Therefore, we must consider the other party’s demands."
"What is the other party demanding?"
As Qiang Jian posed this question, even the Heavenly Sword Merchant’s expression shifted under the heavy atmosphere.
Having snapped into attention, Guo Tao, the virtuous and benevolent leader of Warsaw’s complete faction, immediately demanded, "What are you saying, Zhen Zhen?"
"I know exactly what I’m talking about!"
Accordingly, Jiang Jian cast a quick glance at Xin Fangguo. "The enemy’s current demand is simple. Not to kill us all outright, but to force compliance through bloodshed—handing over HIS flesh."
"That person’s Blood Clan?" "Do you even know who he is? Do you know where he is now? How could you—how dare you say such a thing."
Xin Fangguo spoke in trembling tones.
Because he knew exactly who that person was!
It was none other than Yang Chuan, once a luminary of the Tang Shihua faction, now venturing deep into the Water Formation Realm.
After the initial conflict with Xin Atu’s forces resulted in defeat, Divine Dao issued demands for two thousand sacrificial Blood Clan members.
At that moment, everyone present—whether from deep factions or otherwise—opposed it vehemently!
No less, it was through Yang Chuan’s steely resolve that China scaled the world’s apex. Yang Chuan entered the Cultivation World and sealed the Water Formation Realm to prevent the collapse of worlds.
It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say Yang Chuan saved the world.
No matter how much work was completed within a mere span of two days, if we were to squander a ten-year opportunity, delivering empty gifts during these fleeting days, no one could do anything for anyone!
Moreover, Divine Dao practitioners harness spiritual energies to cultivate faith-fueled Elemental Power.
The heavens alone know what they would accomplish through Yang Quan’s flesh and what they could obtain!
Ultimately, Yang Quan and the Blood Clan must face Tang Shihua.
Despite knowing this, he still slowly rose from his seat. Holding a broom and pacing with steady resolve, his presence emblemized representation.
When he rose, others mirrored him; like shadows cast in sync, whole contingents rallied as one, boldly proclaiming, "The Liang Family’s resounding triumph!" cherishing the summers of China.
"You—You—"
The head chef guarding these individuals demanded furiously, "How dare you! When Divine Dao launched their assault, the Yang Family led the charge! Ma Yu, Zhu Yuanyuan, David, and others succumbed to grave injuries from the enemy’s claws. And where were you then?! "
Currently, the Yang Family defends fiercely, their edges dulled and strength diminished—yet you acted covertly, stealing blades behind our backs... Sighing deeply at these traitorous moves, extending aid to enemies while gifting treasures...
Your family contributed for ten years solely for the sake of price-gouging gains?
"Until the end, Shen Qingguo’s renown blossomed, silencing everyone completely."
Even those beneath Shen Qingguo—members of China’s Ancient Martial ranks themselves—bowed their heads in shame.
Nonetheless, Zhang Xizai stated, "As representatives of China’s Yang Family, our duty lies in standing against external foes. Can we not acknowledge the contribution? This marks a monumental triumph! By aligning with the opposition’s demands, we secure invaluable time for China to prepare against the next adversary. If it fails, China’s legacy fades to ash, pinned by guilt that will haunt the Xu Dong Family."
Despite engaging in conversation, Jiang Jianshu repeatedly patted his waist throughout, and each passing instant, movements pivoted toward momentum-building gestures, unfolding as he crossed arms dramatically amid the lofty ambiance of the Beijing National Aquatic Center. "In my judgment, China’s fervor burns strong! It’s challenging for me to reconcile—to oppose China’s cause. Decide for yourselves."
Whoosh!
A surge of might swept forth from the Heavenly Sword, brusquely severing cause-and-effect entanglements in a blink. While energies swirled through torrential rain upon command-like laws, clarity emerged: there was no room for idle dialogue!
Once Qiang Jian clenched his hand, no one would remain unperturbed.
Both stalwart individuals stood, mocking with cold laughter.
Even now, his power transcended Quanxing, marking him as Shen Yuanba’s mid-range adversary—at a 1556-kilometer-radius scale. Though formidable atop the Heavenly Sword, his last battle left him severely wounded, limiting his stamina!
Crucially, Qiang Jian stands today as an embodiment of China’s willpower, controlling Huahua’s tides of negotiation during Zhou Xuan-like inspections.
First, the immediate tactic involves slaying the Thousand Sword Merchant outright—simplistically so!
Several others noticed Jiang Jianyu and acknowledged nuances under embarrassment-laden gazes.
Rather than shame, survival dominates people’s focus.
Such aptly portrays the Cultivation World’s unrelenting cruelty. Survival dictates all!
Thus, sparks threaten ignition at every turn.
"Enough!"
Facing desperate crisis, Fang Yan finally spoke in low tones—gradually but decisively.
Young Miss!
The Heavenly Sword Merchant and Xuanyuan Card frowned deeply at these utterances.
With only curious glances exchanged, both could only retreat.
Recent years witnessed Yang Chuan’s disappearance, leaving his maternal guardians aged, as operational management leaned heavily upon them.
Hence, the Black Bladed Kite matured sharply, now commanding the Yang Family’s effective reigns.
Static whispers and contemplative glimpses marked lingering acknowledgments toward Heavenly Sword factions and Shen Yuanqiang over debts owed. Via nods, moments crawled slowly toward gradual action before standing upright as familial harmony clasped alienated sacrifice precepts. Strife against Warsaw incursions enveloped enemy infiltration.
"Do you think self-sacrifice through familial devastation to placate Xin Atu’s clemency merits approval? Forgive me—but I refuse to agree!"
"Hmm?"
Thus, Qiang Jian replied indifferently, "Even for the Yang Family’s sake, betraying China outright—would you choose to act otherwise?"
"You—"
Unable to relent further, Shen Qingguo snapped furiously back—betrayal branding both Jiang Jiandao’s China and Divine Dao’s iconic halls. "Why did I trust you back then—why did I tolerate your ruthless ambition, handing Ales’ legacy to your grasp!"
"Heh! That’s simply because I can!"
Shen Qingguo’s accusations couldn’t faze Qiang Jian’s unwavered authority—his standing, unyielding amidst contempt, presented an unequivocal dominance.
Henceforth, his sly grin awaited successive reactions.
Static hesitations tinged the room, fraught with injury-inducing stakes. "Were it up to me—I’d pass control entirely, abusing HIS position outright—solving this single-handedly!"
"On your own terms?"
Listening intently, furrowed brows swam amid transient contemplations while expectations clearly diverged profoundly.
Yet, gentle sobbing suddenly pierced the hall sharply.
Donning fiery crimson hues and advancing consistently, a golden-haired man strode in elegance, commanding synchronized order. "Why of course!" Barely-beaten records assured Miss’s welcome alongside acclaim!"
Who is this man?
The golden-haired figure’s entry enraptured surrounding onlookers, obscuring precise identifications of his nature or intentions.
Nonetheless, most European nations have now aligned with Divine Dao—a hallmark representative of golden-haired blue-eyed ideals!
And thus, before long, attention spurred further exchanges between the Thousand Sword Merchant and famed depths-star representatives.
Upon a poised golden-haired individual gesturing suddenly toward an impending pawn—namely, the golden-haired woman.
Despite rapid countermeasures from Thousand Sword merchants and prominent figures of notoriety, this golden-haired man remained unnervingly composed. With bare hands, his fists swung precisely.
Crash! Crash!