"I'll give you three more seconds …"
"Three …"
Raging Flame Guardian's voice was like Death's scythe hanging over their heads. It tormented everyone's hearts. Should they choose to surrender or carry on living?
However, Raging Flame Guardian suddenly grinned and revealed a very human-like cunning. He sneered, "Heh heh, I'm just bluffing. Destroy this crappy pagoda!"
"Roar!"
"Hold on!"
No one was willing to give up. The pagoda represented the Martial Alliance, and it also represented their life's home.
With the conviction in their hearts, and the spirit of moths flying into a flame, this group of people managed to hold on for a while by relying on the pagoda's terrain.
However, it was ultimately useless. Against the Fey beasts' relentless attacks, the pagoda had completely fallen in a short period of time.
Time passed quietly. When the rest of the Martial Alliance returned to the headquarters, they saw a stretch of ruins.
"How … How did this happen …"
"Bastards! These bunch of bastards! "
"President, I want to kill them all!"
Seeing the corpses strewn across the ground and the collapsed pagoda, everyone from the Martial Alliance felt their hearts burn with anger.
However, Wu Xiu had a dull look because his son was still in the pagoda.
"Neng 'er!"
Wu Xiu plunged into the ruins of the pagoda and carefully moved away the rubble. He wanted to see his son, but at the same time, he did not want to see his son.
This was because he knew that under the attack of the Fey beast horde, it would be very difficult for his son to survive.
"Let's help him." The Fist Emperor sighed as he helped Wu Xiu search the pagoda.
After a round of searching, Wu Xiu sat in a daze on the ruins.
In the ruins, there were many corpses, but none of them belonged to his son.
At the same time, there were also survivors from the Fey beast invasion.
"They … They held a fruit and forced us to eat it … eat it … eat it and turn us into Fey beasts!"
"Before they left … they even … took young master Wu away." The survivor's last sentence made Wu Xiu stand up.
"What did you say!?" Wu Xiu grabbed the survivor's collar as his face flushed red.
"President, don't be impatient. The most important thing now is to find a place to stay and see how we can save Young Master Wu," Golden Bladesman consoled.
Now that the Martial Alliance's headquarters had been destroyed, the remaining people of the Martial Alliance had set off for Giant City to discuss the upcoming matters.
This time, the Demon Beast Alliance's sudden attack caught them off guard. This was a harsh lesson for them.
There weren't many cities in the Southern Territory, and news wasn't fast.
When the citizens of Giant City saw that the former city lord, the Fist Emperor, had returned, they couldn't help but cheer.
However, they could also tell that the group of people from the Martial Alliance looked dispirited and dejected. It was obvious that something had happened.
Finally, the Martial Cultivators and the Martial Alliance's S-class members gathered in the City Lord Manor and began a meeting.
The Martial Cultivators were still seated in the middle, with the S class members seated on either side. The first seat at the front was still empty.
No matter what happened, this seat belonged to the Sword Saint.
"We can't just let this go!" Wu Xiu was holding back his anger, but he knew that to save his son, he needed to rely on the people in front of him.
In order to save his son, he was willing to pay any price.
"The Fey Beast Alliance is so arrogant. They have provoked us time and time again. This time, they even destroyed our headquarters. This matter can't be resolved peacefully." The Fist Emperor was also standing on the Martial Cultivators' side. He had always been on the side of the Martial Cultivators.
He even believed that if the Martial Cultivators had listened to him earlier, they would have wiped out the Fey Beast Alliance's branches. Then, there wouldn't be so many things happening.
"Hehe, the Fist Emperor makes it sound so simple. Don't forget, fifty years ago, a sacred beast appeared." The Crazy Taoist said eccentrically.
And everyone understood what he meant.
Currently, they did not know much about the Fey Beast Alliance. This was also the reason why they had yet to attack the Fey Beast Alliance.
After all, fifty years ago, a sacred beast had appeared. Back then, there was still the Sword Saint.
And today, the stronger and more united Fey Beast Alliance would inevitably have a sacred beast appear.
The Sword Saint had yet to return, and the strongest among them was the half-step Wu Sheng.
"So what if it's a sacred beast?" The Fist Emperor said unhappily. "If the Gorgeous Taoist and Black Fist work together, along with me and the Great Sword Hero, as well as many S-class members, even if we really encounter a sacred beast, we will be able to fight it!"
The Black Fist that the Fist Emperor had mentioned was the third-ranked S-class member, Wu Huang, who was at level nine.
Black Fist looked very simple and honest. He said, "Fist Emperor, I'm just an ordinary person. Don't drag me into this. I can't compare to the Gorgeous Taoist. Everyone here is much stronger than me."
"You're talking nonsense! How can you be sitting here if you're not strong? " The Fist Emperor knew Black Fist very well. Although he liked to pretend to be weak, when he activated his strongest state, his strength was almost at the half-step Wu Sheng's level. Even the Fist Emperor was no match for him.
Black Fist smiled and said, "Fist Emperor, you flatter me. I was just lucky and stole their credit. That's why I'm sitting here."
"I can't communicate with you!" The Fist Emperor waved his hand and turned to look at the Gorgeous Taoist. This was because he knew that the Martial Alliance was managed by Wu Xiu on the surface, but in fact, the Sword Sage was the one everyone respected fifty years ago. Now, the one they respected was the Gorgeous Taoist.
If the Gorgeous Taoist was willing to fight, the others would definitely not have any objections.
"Gorgeous Taoist, you can't continue hesitating this time. You should know that the President is the Sword Sage's best friend. And now, Young master Wu Neng has been captured by a Fey beast. Are we just going to watch him die? " The Fist Emperor knew the Gorgeous Taoist's weakness. Anything that had to do with the Sword Sage would make the Gorgeous Taoist hesitate.
The Gorgeous Taoist frowned as she looked at Wu Xiu and asked, "President Wu, is Wu Neng very important to you?"
"He's my son. Just like your feelings for him, you can't abandon him." Wu Xiu said with a serious look. His eyes were filled with pleading.
But surprisingly, the Gorgeous Taoist did not immediately agree. She said with a deep voice, "This time, I instinctively feel that something is amiss. The Fey Beast Alliance doesn't seem to be as simple as we think it is."
The Sword Sage had entrusted her with the Martial Alliance, not the Martial Alliance or Wu Neng.
Although the pagoda had been destroyed, it could still be rebuilt.
Even if the people were gone, they could still be recruited.
This was the Gorgeous Taoist's thoughts.
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