Within the light screen, men in black descended from the mountainside, surrounding the flying boat.
The leader stepped forward, his voice hoarse, clearly a deliberate disguise:
" Hun Qianxue, today is your death day. Surrender now, and perhaps you'll be given a dignified death."
Hun Qianxue's trusted guard shouted sternly, "You cowardly coward, how dare you spout such nonsense! State your name if you dare!"
The man in black did not answer.
He raised his right hand and waved it gently.
The auras of the six Eternal True God erupted simultaneously, like six volcanoes spewing forth, and the violent pressure made the defensive array patterns on the flying boat creak and groan.
Immediately afterwards, several fierce attacks were unleashed simultaneously—sword light, palm prints, and pillars of light condensed from the Power of Principle —all blasting towards the flying boat.
Boom!
The airship trembled violently, and most of its defensive array patterns shattered.
"Master, the enemy came prepared. Their trapping formation has sealed off the void, making it impossible to call for reinforcements or break through!"
A guard said urgently,
"We'll cover your retreat!"
Hun Qianxue remained unmoved.
He slowly left the flying boat, stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his gaze sweeping over the men in black, a faint smile curving his lips.
"Elder Hun Zangfeng."
He suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
Just because you're wearing a mask, do you think I won't recognize you?
Inside the hall, in front of the light screen, a commotion erupted.
Hun Zangfeng?
That highly respected elder of the Soul Household?
"Impossible!"
An elder who was on good terms with Hun Zangfeng immediately shook his head.
"How could Zangfeng commit such a treasonous act? Qianxue must have misjudged him!"
However, the images on the screen made his voice grow softer and softer.
The leader of the men in black visibly stiffened when he heard the words " Hun Zangfeng ".
Hun Qianxue continued, his tone unhurried, yet each word was like a knife:
"And you, Qianchen, my dear brother, did you think I wouldn't recognize you just because you're hiding behind a mask?"
The hall erupted in chaos.
Hun Qianchen?
"This... how is this possible?"
" Hun Zangfeng and Hun Qianchen are colluding together? What are they planning to do?"
The Blood-Burning Ancestor's face darkened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared intently at the reactions of the men in black on the light screen.
Within the light screen, the leader of the men in black remained silent for a few moments before suddenly raising his hand and removing his mask.
A face that everyone was extremely familiar with was revealed: Hun Zangfeng.
His face was devoid of a smile, only a grim, ashen blue. His gaze was fixed intently on Hun Qianxue, and his voice was hoarse:
How did you find out?
Hun Qianxue smiled:
"Secret."
Behind him, a man in black removed his disguise, revealing a resolute yet weary face.
Wu Tianqiong, the master of the Heavenly Martial Sect.
At this point, he said somewhat impatiently:
"I told you, this disguise is useless, let's get started."
Inside the hall, an elder slammed his fist on the table and stood up:
" Heavenly Martial Sect? Hun Zangfeng actually colluded with outsiders to murder the patriarch!"
"Traitor! This is blatant treason!"
An angry roar echoed in the hall. The elders who had just spoken up for Hun Zangfeng now shut their mouths, their faces ashen as if they had swallowed flies.
Hun Zangfeng did not deny it.
He took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes:
Since you already know, there's nothing more to say.
"Hun Qianxue, today you cannot escape even if you grow wings. You are merely a guard of an Eternal True God by your side; how can you possibly withstand it?"
His voice regained its calmness, even carrying a hint of confident composure.
"Yeah?"
Hun Qianxue smiled softly, raised his right hand, and waved it gently.
In an instant, figures emerged from the flying boat behind him, each exuding an unfathomable aura.
The Eternal True God.
Including Hun Qianxue, there are a total of ten Eternal True God.
One of the elderly men, with white hair and beard, walked at the front, his steps measured and his gaze sharp.
He glanced at the men in black on the cliff face, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Soul... Hun Pojun!"
Hun Zangfeng's face turned deathly pale in that instant.
Hun Pojun, one of the most senior elders of the Soul Household, has already reached the Peak Eternal True God. He has always been indifferent to family affairs and has been in seclusion for many years. Even the family head cannot persuade him to join the clan.
How did he end up here?
" Zangfeng, you have greatly disappointed me."
Hun Pojun stopped and looked at Hun Zangfeng with his hands behind his back. His tone was calm, but it was like a bucket of cold water being poured over the other party's head.
"I originally thought that your past actions against Hun Qianxue were just a moment of confusion, but I never expected that you would actually dare to do such a treasonous thing."
Hun Zangfeng's lips trembled, his heart filled with astonishment and doubt.
What's going on?
He had meticulously planned for many years, laying a trap and preparing six warriors at the level of Eternal True God.
He had calculated that Hun Qianxue would only bring a few guards on this trip, with at most two True God secretly protecting him.
With six against three, he has an absolute chance of winning.
But now, the opponent has ten True God, and none of them are easy to deal with. Each of them has a powerful aura, and the weakest is Late-stage Eternal True God.
How do I fight this?
"Elder Zangfeng Feng, what's going on?"
Wu Tianqiong's voice came from behind, filled with suppressed anger.
"Didn't you say that the opponent only has a maximum of two True God?"
Hun Zangfeng did not answer.
His mind went blank.
Hun Qianchen stood behind him, his face even more unsightly than Hun Zangfeng's.
His hands were trembling, his legs were trembling, and a deep fear welled up from the bottom of his heart, almost swallowing him up.
"It's all over... it's all over... why, why did we fail?"
He murmured to himself, his voice as soft as a dream, his gaze Hun Zangfeng, as if asking him a question.
How could this plan fail so quickly?
Damn it!
Wu Tianqiong's voice rose a few decibels, filled with obvious anger and panic, as he looked at Hun Qianchen's appearance:
"What are you doing? You're going to get us all killed! Did you leak the information?!"
The Heavenly Martial Sect experts behind him also became restless, gripping their weapons tightly, their gazes shifting between Hun Zangfeng and the nine True God opposite them.
They came here hoping to get a bargain, but they ran into a brick wall.
"Shut up!"
Hun Zangfeng shouted sternly, his face ashen.
His mind was racing, trying to find a way out of the predicament.
On his side, including himself and Wu Tianqiong, there were only six True God, two of whom were newly entered True God, resulting in a huge difference in combat power.
A direct confrontation would be certain death.
Surrender, and perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.
Hun Zangfeng a deep breath, just about to speak, when Hun Pojun's voice rang out first.
" Zangfeng, I will give you a chance, considering your many years of service to the clan."
Hun Pojun spoke indifferently, his eyes flashing with a sharp light:
"Surrender, and perhaps your life will be spared."
Of course, this is a lie.
Colluding with outsiders to attack the head of the family is a capital offense.