The Hongmen Banquet Officially Begins

He also knew that he might die on this trip, but the chances were slim.

"It should be this one."

Pawns hesitated as he looked at the magnificent palace before him, but he ultimately strode inside without hesitation.

"Greetings, Sect Master Ning."

Pawns cupped his hands toward Ning Fengzhi, who sat in the highest seat, with Sword Douluo standing beside him.

"Mm. What do you seek from me?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and looked at Pawns. He and Huaxia had never had any dealings with one another, so why had Pawns come to see him?

He knew of Huaxia. It was a sect that had recently risen to prominence and formed an alliance with Spirit Hall.

"Our sect master asked me to deliver an invitation to you."

Pawns shut his eyes and blurted it out. Sooner or later, he would have to face death. He held out the invitation in his hand.

"An invitation?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Pawns with interest, while Sword Douluo beside him stepped forward and accepted the invitation.

"I'll be leaving, then."

After saying that, Pawns prepared to slip away before Ning Fengzhi could open the invitation. When he saw that Ning Fengzhi did not stop him, he hurriedly ran out.

"Uncle Sword, open it and take a look."

"Alright."

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi opened the invitation. When Sword Douluo saw the words written on it, his expression turned cold, and the pressure unique to a Titled Douluo swept outward.

"What is it?"

Ning Fengzhi leaned over and lowered his head to look. When he saw the words, his face darkened as well.

"'I invite you all to your deaths!' What arrogance! Does he really think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect fears him?"

Ning Fengzhi said angrily. No wonder that man had run so quickly. If he had been any slower, Ning Fengzhi would have cut him down with a single slash.

"That idiot Ning Fengzhi, hahaha!"

Pawns, having survived the ordeal, stood by the roadside and laughed heartily. I really am blessed. I escaped another disaster.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

"This is an invitation our sect master asked me to deliver to you."

Another Pawns cupped his hands toward Yu Yuanzhen.

"An invitation?"

A puzzled expression appeared on Yu Yuanzhen's face. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Huaxia had never interfered with each other, so why send him an invitation? Everyone knew that his clan had always remained neutral.

"That's right. Our sect master specifically instructed me to deliver it."

Pawns forcibly suppressed his nerves and handed over the invitation.

"If there is nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

"Mm."

Yu Yuanzhen nodded and prepared to open the invitation. Seeing this, Pawns immediately turned and ran.

"Why is that man running?"

Yu Yuanzhen had just been about to open it when he saw Pawns fleeing. He looked in the direction Pawns had run with even greater confusion.

"I don't know."

"Damn it! No wonder he ran. Would he have survived if he hadn't?"

Yu Yuanzhen slammed his palm onto the table in anger and glared in the direction Pawns had fled. His livid expression terrified those around him.

"What happened?"

Everyone nearby asked in confusion.

"Here. See for yourselves."

Yu Yuanzhen tossed over the invitation, and everyone hurriedly caught it.

"'I invite you all to your deaths!'"

Smack!

"What arrogance! He truly does not take our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan seriously!"

Traces of anger appeared on everyone's faces as well. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had lived peacefully for years. Did he truly think they were afraid?

"How thrilling!"

After that Pawns ran out, he let out a long breath of relief. Then he turned back toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and smiled.

At this time, nearly every major sect and faction was witnessing the same scene.

And all the Pawns escaped safely. After all, they all valued their lives. Unless death was certain, they absolutely did not want to die.

"Sect Master, should we go?"

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi had already calmed down, though his face still showed deep thought.

"We cannot go. Send two people to see what is happening."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head. No one wanted to risk their own life, so they could only send two people to find out what madness Huaxia's sect master had stirred up.

Was he speaking on behalf of Spirit Hall, or was there another conspiracy?

"What? You said Qin Feng sent invitations to all the major sects?"

After hearing the report from below, Bibi Dong fell into thought, then ordered someone to summon Qin Feng.

"Your Holiness the Pope, what is it?"

Qin Feng walked in whistling cheerfully. Seeing Bibi Dong with her head lowered, he asked her.

"What did you mean by those invitations you sent?"

Bibi Dong asked in confusion. She was not blaming Qin Feng for not sending one to Spirit Hall. He naturally had his reasons for not doing so. She was simply curious.

"Tsk, tsk. Do you really want to hear it?"

Qin Feng sighed. He knew it was about this. Could he send one to Spirit Hall? What would that mean if he did? Declaring war on Spirit Hall?

"Yes."

Bibi Dong answered without even thinking. At the very least, she needed to understand what was going on.

"Alright. The message was, 'I invite you all to your deaths.'"

Seeing that Bibi Dong insisted on hearing it, Qin Feng had no choice but to tell her. He truly did not understand what was so interesting about it.

"What? That's what you told them?"

Bibi Dong's voice immediately rose. What was going on? Was he planning to start a war with them ahead of time?

"That's right. But don't worry, they won't dare start a war."

Qin Feng clearly understood the situation as well, but he was certain the sect factions would not dare start a war. At most, they would condemn him. Would they really dare fight?

Sigh... I hope so.

Bibi Dong shook her head helplessly. The invitations had already been sent. What else could she do? She could only leave it to fate.

"You two will go to Huaxia tomorrow."

"Remember, one of you goes inside while the other remains outside to provide support."

"And if the one who goes in has not come out after five hours, the other need not wait any longer."

Ning Fengzhi gave the instructions earnestly. He definitely did not dare go himself. It was not that he was afraid, but there was no need for him to take such a risk.

At the same time, nearly all the other sect factions made the same decision: two people would go together, one would enter, and the other would remain outside to provide support.

Sigh!

Bibi Dong looked at the moon outside the window and sighed. She would definitely have to attend tomorrow's banquet. She needed to find out what was happening.

"Everyone, do you understand everything I said?"

Qin Feng shouted to the suicide warriors.

"Understood."

The suicide warriors answered decisively, then each hid themselves away and quietly waited for dawn.

"Bald Strong, you probably will not need to act tomorrow. The people coming should not be very strong."

After saying that, Qin Feng returned to bed and went to sleep.

"Sect Master, they have all arrived at the gate. What should we do?"

A suicide warrior shouted loudly outside Qin Feng's door.

"Alright, I understand. I'll be there right away."

Hearing this, Qin Feng quickly got dressed and walked out of the room.

"What are you looking at? Open the gate and welcome our guests!"

Qin Feng urged as he looked at the tightly shut gates. This was a chance to summon for free. Free things were the best.

"Yes."

The suicide warrior nodded and stepped forward to open the sect gates. By then, people from every sect had already gathered outside, but something strange happened.

Every sect had tacitly sent one person openly, while hiding another in the shadows.