High Martial Arts: Infinite Clones, Starting by Stuffing an S-Rank Beast to Death
Chapter 958

The Holy Son Is Missing

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"Are the Engraving stone pillars all ready?"

On the Northern Heaven Gate, the Great Elder of the Blazing Sun Clan asked a question to his personal guard.

The guard replied, "Forty have already been installed; the last nine remain."

The Grand Elder nodded slightly. "All the stone pillars must be installed before dawn."

The guard replied, "I'll relay that to them right away."

After the guards left, the elder of the Night Clan, who was not far away, spoke up, "Are you really planning to do this?"

The Grand Elder said calmly, "This is a resolution passed by the Supreme Council of the Four Clans."

"We don't know who was secretly preventing the Myriad Races Grand Tournament from taking place, nor do we know where the Demigod Level beast that hijacked the transport ship that day came from."

"The situation in the Abyss is becoming increasingly unpredictable; we must act swiftly and decisively."

The Night Clan elder raised the corners of his mouth. "In my opinion, it should have been done a long time ago."

"I heard the Spirit Clan have shut down the world; they must have a lot of supplies."

The Grand Elder was not surprised. "After all, they are the race that the goddess loves and cherishes most."

The Spirit Clan World was closed for the longest period of time among all the Ancient Race.

Even though it wasn't fully opened later, but rather in a semi-open state, it's now completely closed again.

The old man from the Night Clan spoke with a hint of emotion, "A divine war... I'd really like to witness it someday."

The elder glanced at him. "Want to see for yourself? That's easy. Just stay outside and you'll see."

The elder of the Night Clan said calmly, "The closure of the world is a great joy for your Blazing Sun Clan, after all, you have a God of War in his growth stage. By the way, how far has he grown?"

The Grand Elder remained silent.

Seeing this, the elder of the Night Clan decided not to make a fool of himself and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

At that moment, the guards rushed over.

The Grand Elder gently waved his hand, creating a soundproof space.

"News has just arrived from the Holy Temple... the Holy Son... he..."

The guard stammered nervously, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The Grand Elder immediately sensed something was wrong. "Speak quickly, what happened to the Holy Son?"

The guard took a deep breath. "Is the Holy Son in the Blazing Sun Pool? Has he left this world?"

The Grand Elder's face immediately darkened. "Nonsense!"

The guard hurriedly said, " The Holy Temple has already organized a search, but the Holy Son has deliberately concealed his whereabouts, so it will be difficult to find any clues."

The Grand Elder was completely baffled as to why Yan Miao was leaving the Blazing Sun Pool at this time.

If anything happens to Yan Miao, the Blazing Sun Clan will be doomed along with him.

"Find him for me. I need to see him before the world shuts down."

The Grand Elder was in a real bind.

The more critical the moment, the more troublesome one or two of them become.

"Furthermore, this matter must be kept strictly confidential; not a single word can be leaked."

If Myriad Races knew that a God of War in his growth stage was wandering aimlessly in the Abyss, they would flock to him.

Especially other Ancient Race.

If I can't have it, I'll destroy it completely.

The Night Clan elder, seeing the First Elder's face as black as the bottom of a pot, suddenly became interested.

Before he could even ask a question, a deafening explosion suddenly came from above, and the entire Northern Heaven Gate space shook.

The old man from the Night Clan muttered to himself, "Tonight won't be quiet."

Another member of the Blazing Sun Guard rushed over. "Someone is breaking into the South District."

The Night Clan elder said to the Grand Elder, "What did I tell you before? These people won't give up."

A person with the ability to open Star Gate.

The Grand Elder initially suspected that the Spirit Clan had done it secretly.

A bunch of hypocritical bastards.

However, after the Spirit Clan world was closed, the Grand Elder rejected this idea.

Anyone who can wield the Chaos Pearl must be extraordinary.

The Spirit Clan will not imprison the Chaos Pearl and such a person outside the world.

A person who does not belong to Ancient Race, yet possesses the ability to open the Northern Heaven Gate.

This successfully piqued the interest of the Grand Elder.

"I'll handle things outside."

"You're in charge here."

"Remember, no matter what happens, you must not leave your post for even a moment until all the Engraving stone pillars are in place."

The elder of the Night Clan spoke up, "Go on your way."

He secretly hoped the other party would suffer a setback.

Even the Grand Elder of the Blazing Sun Clan's Holy Temple couldn't gain an advantage, so it's understandable that he failed to guard the Northern Heaven Gate, and his punishment was much lighter.

When the Grand Elder arrived on the ground, one side of the South District was already in complete chaos.

That was the weakest point in the South District's defenses. The Grand Elder was puzzled as to how the other party had found this location so precisely, as if they had a full-map vision.

Nearby security forces are moving to provide support to the area where the fighting has broken out, in accordance with pre-arranged plans.

However, the Grand Elder quickly discovered the problem.

Although the fighting was fierce and the scale was impressive, the invaders made no real progress and remained on the periphery.

They clearly had the opportunity to launch a direct assault on the South District, but they chose to forgo that opportunity and retreat, leaving the support team to fill the gap.

The Grand Elder's gaze sharpened. "A feint attack."

He was about to give the order to recall the supporting garrison troops.

Just then, a thick white fog suddenly filled the surrounding area, instantly covering most of the South District.

Because the central troops were all deployed to block the breaches, there were almost no troops stationed inside.

Upon seeing this, several Level Nine Martial Artist who had gone to provide support immediately rushed back, but were blocked by the thick fog.

Qin Ze strolled among the clouds, and seeing that the time and heat were about right, he snapped his fingers.

"Next scene, the center blossoms."

As soon as the words were spoken, the clones burst out of the mist and pounced on the few remaining guards in the center of the South District.

Without saying a word, the Self-Destruct Squad at the forefront detonated their own explosives, blasting the enemy in the face.

The Grand Elder was completely stunned; he had never seen such a fierce fighting style before.

The guards were like tofu, easily broken.

The Self-Destruct Squad shattered the enemy's defensive formation in just one round of attacks.

The Grand Elder, hidden in the void, did not rush to make a move. His gaze pierced through the Fog of War, trying to find the mastermind behind it all, aiming to capture the leader first.

The three Level Nine Martial Artist outside broke through the thick fog and joined the battle, finally stabilizing the rout.

The clones cursed and swore upon seeing this.

"You can't afford to play, huh? It's soldier against soldier, general against general, don't you understand?"

"Where are the Brother Devour? Are you cowards at this crucial moment? Your Soul Orb are better fed to the dogs."

"Given my upbringing, I would never say such a thing."

"So what happened?"

"..."

Boom--

Thunder roared in all directions.

Countless bolts of lightning suddenly intertwined within the thick white fog.

The Dharma King, in the form of a mythical beast, descended from the sky with Myriad Bolts of Thunder.

The moment it hit the ground, layers of lightning spread outwards like ripples in a pool, leaving the guards scorched and burnt.

The two Level Nine Martial Artist immediately pounced on the Dharma King, beginning a duel between generals.

Wuhu~

"I'm fucking here!"

The long-armed Clown brandished his blood-red scythe.

With just one sweep, more than a dozen old men were cut in half at the waist.

(My back hurts, I can't sit still anymore, only one chapter today, lol)

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