Once Chen An finished his introduction, Nangong Wan's expression grew serious, and he said gravely, "You three will be representing our Xishui Alliance in this competition. We have great confidence in your abilities."
"But you must be prepared to face both of the other alliances at once. They may very well target us."
"Since you are exerting yourselves for our alliance, we certainly won't let the three of you give your all for nothing. Whichever of you wins the final championship, our Xishui Alliance will provide a separate reward."
"I believe this is a reward neither of the other two alliances could possibly afford."
As he spoke, Nangong Wan waved his right hand, and four men in black immediately came over from the side, carrying a chest.
Chen Ping smiled inwardly and unobtrusively probed it with his Spiritual Power, only to furrow his brows deeply a moment later.
After his Spiritual Power penetrated the protective layers of mithril, lead blocks, and refined steel, an enormous pale golden object revealed itself.
Under Nangong Wan's operation, it took a full half minute for the chest to open completely.
An indescribable, murderous aura of clashing blades and charging cavalry drifted out almost the instant the chest opened.
It was an enormous shell, roughly a meter and a half long, cylindrical, with a conical tip and an annular groove at the rear.
There were no seams anywhere on it. It looked as though it had formed naturally, its pale golden body quietly reflecting a metallic sheen.
That savage, raging aura of slaughter felt exceedingly familiar to Chen Ping.
A Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell.
Sixteen of the very same thing were currently stored in the Half-Plane's warehouse.
Seeing Chen Ping's expression shift only slightly before quickly returning to calm, Nangong Wan formed an