"Other than Lei Qian, the rest of you are dismissed." As noon approached, Lin Qian suddenly turned around and said to the crowd.
Everyone stilled at Lin Qian's words, especially Lei Qian next to him.
"Boss, they've all left. What about the competition later?" Lei Qian looked at Lin Qian and asked hurriedly.
"It's fine. You can all leave." Lin Qian signaled to Lei Qian that it was fine and smiled strangely. "To be honest, a group battle with more people? I'm really not afraid. "
As soon as Lin Qian finished speaking, Bai Ren, Ye Lin, Ye Long, and Ye Feng all looked up.
However, when they looked up, they discovered that the sky was still clear. Nothing had happened.
However, Bai Ren and the other three clearly remembered that back in Ba Shan City, the Tyrant's Blade Sect had thought that victory was in their grasp because they had more people.
Just as everyone was in despair, a group of heavily-armored soldiers had descended from the sky and killed all the Tyrant's Blade Sect members with an overwhelming advantage.
Today, the current situation was very similar to what had happened in Ba Shan City.
Thinking of this, Bai Ren and the other three silently retreated and left the arena.
Seeing Bai Ren and the other three leave, Lin Qian nodded slightly and looked at the dozens of people from the Quick Thunder Tribe. "All of you should leave the arena as well. There's no point in staying here."
"No, we can't leave." A female disciple from the Quick Thunder Tribe frowned. "There are more than six hundred of them. Only Senior Brother Lei and you are left on the arena. How can we handle them?"
At this moment, a cold glint appeared. A long spear suddenly shot out, its tip aimed at the female disciple's throat.
The silver-armored black dragon general appeared out of nowhere and glared at the female disciple. "How dare you defy His Majesty's orders! How dare you!"
The sudden appearance of Zhao Long roared angrily. His voice reverberated in all directions, and his oppressive aura overwhelmed the dozens of people from the Quick Thunder Tribe.
"Zhao Long, back off. Don't scare others." Lin Qian's voice suddenly rang out. Zhao Long fiercely glared at this female disciple. He nailed the snow-white spear to the ground, turned around, knelt down on one knee, and punched the left side of his chest.
"Your Majesty, Zhao Long is here to rescue you!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Suddenly, the sound of orderly footsteps could be vaguely heard from the entrance of the trial grounds. The sound grew louder and louder as it approached.
The huge commotion caused all the sparring disciples to shift their gazes towards the source of the two voices.
Suddenly, a group of heavily armored soldiers appeared at the entrance of the trial grounds. They formed into three columns and ran over in an orderly fashion.
The soldier in the middle carried a black spear on his back and stared ahead.
The soldier on the left had a sword at his waist.
The soldier on the right had a saber at his waist.
The soldiers of the three columns wielded different weapons, but the heavy armor they wore was exactly the same, flickering with a cold luster under the light.
Lin Qian turned around and faced the three teams of soldiers that were running over under everyone's gazes.
Thud thud!
The three groups of soldiers stood under the thirty-sixth arena and knelt down on one knee towards Lin Qian. Their expressions were cold and emotionless, but they shouted in unison.
"Your Majesty!"
"Rise!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Dumbfounded. Everyone in the trial grounds was dumbfounded by the scene in front of them.
Lei Qian stiffly turned his head and looked at Lin Qian beside him, swallowing his saliva.
"What's going on?" Lei Qian's mind was a bit muddled. There were at least three thousand soldiers in front of him, and all of them had the aura of a level nine Nirvana Realm martial artist.
Powerful, well-equipped, and numerous troops had appeared out of nowhere in the Myriad Sect's territory and were calling Lin Qian Your Majesty?
Lei Qian was dumbfounded. The dozens of disciples of the Rapid Thunder Tribe were also dumbfounded. The surrounding disciples were dumbfounded.
Liu Ming, Lei Kuo, and the rest were scared!
Were the two of them idiots? One was ranked seventh in the Inner Sect, while the other was ranked ninth. How could they be idiots?
According to the report from the Inner Sect disciples that day, how could they not know how strong Lin Qian was?
Although he was very confident in himself, Liu Ming looked like a burly man, but he was actually very meticulous.
In order to ensure that he could win against Lin Qian and obtain the quota for the ancient ruins, he purposely used the challenger's advantage and changed it to a group battle at the last minute.
This was because Liu Ming knew that Lin Qian's foundation in the Myriad Sect was not stable, and he had not even entered the Inner Sect.
After changing it to a group battle, the most Lin Qian could rely on was Lei Qian and the dozens of people from the Rapid Thunder Tribe.
On Liu Ming's side, including Lei Kuo, there were more than six hundred people.
No matter how heaven-defying Lin Qian was, he wouldn't be able to handle so many people, right?
However, reality played a joke on him. Three thousand heavily armored soldiers appeared out of nowhere, and the cold aura on their bodies pierced through his plan.
"Zhao Long, lead the middle-level spearmen and surround this arena. Anyone who dares to leave before noon will have his Dantian crippled!" Immediately after, Lin Qian loudly ordered Zhao Long, so that Liu Ming and Lei Kuo could hear it clearly.
"Zhao Long accepts the order!" Zhao Long, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, stood up, turned around, and ran around Arena Number 36.
As Zhao Long ran, the spearmen in the middle followed closely behind. Every once in a while, one of them would stop and stand straight at the edge of the arena.
However, their eyes were fixed coldly on Liu Ming, Lei Kuo, and the rest, not moving an inch.
"All of you can leave." At this moment, Lin Qian once again turned his head and looked at the dozens of disciples from the Lightning Division.
At this moment, no one spoke. They just nodded blankly and left Arena Number 36.
Lin Qian turned around and walked in Liu Ming and Lei Kuo's direction. Lei Qian didn't react at first, but he quickly followed.
When Lin Qian moved, the remaining two troops below the stage moved closer to each other and filled the gap left by the spear soldiers. They walked in unison towards the stage.
When he was a few feet away from Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, Lin Qian stopped. Behind him, the sword-wielding and blade-wielding troops also stopped and lined up on the spot.
Lei Qian let out a breath and slowly turned around. He carefully sized up the two thousand soldiers and suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha, Liu Ming, Lei Kuo, why aren't you two talking? Weren't you talking quite enthusiastically just now? "At this moment, Lei Qian laughed wildly and unscrupulously.
Slap!
Lin Qian slapped Lei Qian's forehead and said unhappily, "What are you doing? Acting like a villain intoxicated by success."
Lei Qian's smile disappeared. He knew that he had lost his composure.
The sudden appearance of these soldiers gave him too much confidence. At this moment, he completely understood what it meant to have strength in numbers.
"Hahahaha!" Just as Lei Qian was thinking silently, Lin Qian suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly. He shouted at Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, "Stupid dogs, weren't you very arrogant just now and barking happily? Now bark, continue barking. Are you mute? "
The moment Lin Qian's voice fell, Zhao Long thumped his left chest and shouted, "Well scolded, Your Majesty!"
The three thousand soldiers of the Hua Xia Empire also shouted in unison.
"Good!"
"Well scolded, Your Majesty!"
"Wonderful!"
"Applause!"
Clap clap clap clap clap!
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