"Kuang Zhen is too stubborn, and Jinglei is too impatient. Put the two together, and it'd be a miracle if nothing went wrong."
Toxic Ferocity twirled a wisp of dark green poisonous miasma around his fingertip. When it fell onto a rock, it instantly corroded a small pit into it. "They'll come out after being nurtured for a few days anyway, so what's the rush? Once they return to their positions and the Six Great Black Hands are gathered, we can properly settle the score with those little brats from the Federation."
Ju Kuang stood at the cliff's edge with his arms crossed, streams of blue-green wind circling his body and whipping his robes with loud flapping sounds. He looked toward the distant outlines of the sprawling military camps and said gravely, "Although we won this night raid, we also alerted the enemy. The Federation will definitely send reinforcements next. The War God Temple, Shrek, Spirit Pagoda... those little bastards will probably start moving too."
"Let them move. Are we supposed to fear them?" Blaze snorted, his fists cracking as he clenched them. His golden vertical pupils burned with fighting spirit. "One comes, I beat one. Two come, I beat both. I'd like to see just how capable Douluo Continent's strongest experts really are."
Illusion slowly walked before the three of them. His silver-gray robes swayed gently in the wind, his face expressionless save for the occasional glimmer of illusion light in his eyes, which made him seem unfathomable. He swept his gaze over them and spoke calmly, yet with unquestionable authority. "The Master has given an order."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire area fell silent.
The carelessness on Blaze's face faded somewhat as he sat up straight. Toxic Ferocity also withdrew the poisonous miasma from his