Chapter 197: Playing Another Card (Please Subscribe)

Nancang Ruins, Inner Court entrance.

The Inner Court is the original central area of this Venerable's Dao arena. During the catastrophe ten thousand years ago, pitch-black bricks and stones fell, piling up into a hemispherical dome. Viewed from afar, it resembles a smooth, silent, and enormous tomb mound.

After breaking the Eight Trigrams Pagoda and driving away the Grudge-Fiend, the High Envoy gathered the troops and rushed over to hold this position. Without any rest, they began to hurriedly set up defensive positions.

Tang Yiping, unable to intervene, could only wait behind him with extreme sycophancy and humility. He had been completely subdued—or rather, terrified—and dared not have any ulterior motives; he only wanted to contribute to the Envoy's goal.

Thus, Tang Yiping took the initiative to ask: "Great Cultivator, why not continue to hunt them down instead of setting up here?"

He felt great anxiety regarding Du En's group, who were currently fleeing elsewhere.

With your divine might as a Heaven's Pride, we should be striking with a heavy fist, not giving them any chance to linger on in a precarious state!

Regarding a fool like Tang Yiping who could not get things done and only made more work for others, the High Envoy was too lazy to open his mouth to answer.

Rather than wasting time on this, it was better to use it for his own recuperation and recovery.

Previously, he had indeed unleashed combat power far exceeding that of a peer Heaven's Pride, fighting the Grudge-Fiend head-on and even finding the time to break the Eight Trigrams Pagoda's blockade, thereby successfully driving the opponent away once more.

However, just as Meng Changqing had anticipated, his condition was severely damaged as a result; he had only just finished the task of self-inspection and sorting out his own state.

It was not a superior strategy to go chasing after Meng Changqing and the others, who were already prepared and waiting for him in comfort. Therefore, he chose to attack what the enemy must save, bringing the others to arrive here first to set up and manage the position.

To turn it into his side waiting in comfort!

However, Meng Changqing clearly had some anticipation of this.

So at this very moment, after they had largely finished resting and Du En was fully prepared, they carried their heavily concealed shell and quietly maneuvered to this side.

Secretly spying on the movements of the armored soldiers, they captured the High Envoy's position, consulted with Du En and Fu Yong, and determined the general configuration for the upcoming action.

King against King.

Without a doubt, Meng Changqing would still fight the High Envoy. Strike while he is sick to take his life; as long as the prepared methods could be successfully applied, the win rate would be a full seventy percent.

Then there were the forty men Fu Yong had re-coordinated, working together to surround and suppress Tang Yiping, who was at the Golden Core Mid-Stage. They did not seek to kill or defeat him, only to drag and suppress him in an isolated position.

Finally, there was Du En, leading the remaining hundred-plus guards, relying on the Hundred-Control Art to make up for the difference in numbers. Taking advantage of the silver-armored death soldiers being scattered and deployed, they would cut them off, surround them, and quickly devour them.

And the most important thing was actually to prevent them from hindering their reinforcements to the High Envoy's side!

Once they were allowed to form ranks and gather to provide support, the success rate of Meng Changqing's decapitation strike would surely drop significantly!

That might allow the High Envoy to find an opportunity to turn the tables!

"Is everyone clear?"

"Clear!"

"Good, then, move out!"

Meng Changqing waved his hand, the concealment was lifted, and he surged forward instantly.

The High Envoy's eyes snapped open, and he saw Meng Changqing, who had already closed in to a very short distance, coming straight at him with a spell attack. The speed was astonishing, and the angle was tricky.

If he retreated, he would quickly hit the outer wall of the Inner Court!

With the Nancang Venerable currently suspected of not being completely dead, would you dare to stick close to it?

"Sigh, one wrong step, every step wrong."

The High Envoy ultimately did not move, merely sweeping Tang Yiping aside, sending him flying toward the armored soldiers. However, while flying through the middle, he was successfully intercepted by Fu Yong and the others.

At the same time, four hundred magical artifacts rained down like a downpour, and the fierce, tiger-like guards coordinated their movements. In an instant, they completed the cutting off of the armored soldiers who were scattered and in the midst of setting up, beginning to attack and consume them at fixed points. The speed was methodical, focusing on being steady.

After all, these armored soldiers were fearless of death; if they weren't steady, and the soldiers managed to achieve a breakthrough or unite through a desperate strike, things would clearly become very troublesome.

The situation quickly became clear. The methods Meng Changqing had prepared were indeed acting upon the High Envoy, causing his strength to decline and slide once more. He was subjected to many restraints, as if suddenly placed in a quicksand pit, with external forces pressing and dragging from all directions.

However, the fact that it was going so smoothly actually made people feel suspicious.

"With your temperament, you should still have many cards... You aren't thinking of just copying our operations, are you?"

Meng Changqing asked while attacking fiercely, appearing very vigilant, afraid that a Grudge-Fiend would jump out somewhere else to stir up trouble.

Thus, he spared some energy to quickly check the situation with Du En.

Where is the Grudge-Fiend?

Very far away.

Good.

If it's not the Grudge-Fiend, then are there other hidden troops?

Gao Feng, the Inner City Superintendent of Nanmo City, or the remnants of those evil monsters?

Facing Meng Changqing's concern, the High Envoy, while suffering fierce blows, finally had some energy to speak: "Indeed, since things have reached this point, it is indeed necessary to reveal one of my cards."

At the entrance of this ruin's Inner Court, as the High Envoy said these words, everyone present felt different emotions.

Du En began making preparations for the worst-case scenario; Meng Changqing merely heightened his vigilance, thinking to himself that it was as expected, and they all noticed that the High Envoy had just said "a card," rather than using a description like "a third or fourth card."

Although it might just be their own overthinking, or perhaps the opponent was bluffing, it undoubtedly added a few doubts to their minds.

Tang Yiping did not think that much. Having been stunned by the sudden fierce attack and stalled between the two main battlefields, he was being suppressed to the point of imminent danger and was in a sorry state, feeling great panic in his heart.

Clearly, as long as the High Envoy Great Cultivator took action, all problems could be solved; how did it turn into this state?

Therefore, hearing this, he did not think at all and was overjoyed!

"Hahaha! I said the High Envoy Great Cultivator has boundless magic power! You tiny thieves are nothing but floating dust; one sweep and you'll be blown away!"

Just after saying this, he was fiercely beaten by Fu Yong's group and suppressed to the point where he couldn't lift his head, feeling very stifled.

Not to mention anything else, he was at least a Golden Core Mid-Stage; how could he always fail to take down a few dozen Foundation Establishment Perfection-stage cultivators and instead be suppressed by them?!

No one cared about his current depression. Meng Changqing's vigilance was at its peak, and he launched rapid attacks, intending to interrupt the High Envoy's card-revealing, but the other side seemed to be just bluffing, showing no unusual or extra behavior at all.

This made Meng Changqing, who was watching closely, suddenly realize a possibility.

But, it was too late.

The High Envoy's eyes said as much, and at the same time, a scream rang out behind Meng Changqing.

"Ah!"

"You!"

"Why?!"

The guards' voices, filled with utter astonishment, made Meng Changqing hurriedly shift his divine sense to observe.

He only saw Fu Yong, who should have continued leading the team to suppress Tang Yiping and make him even more depressed and stifled, suddenly launch an attack at this moment, catching everyone off guard!

(End of chapter)