At eight o 'clock sharp in the morning, Zang Tian arrived on time.
In front of Death's Scythe's internal personnel, he revealed his original appearance — a white-haired young man who was less than 1.6 meters tall.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lin Huang sitting in the first row, out of place with the rest of the crowd.
The moment he saw Lin Huang, he was slightly stunned for a moment. Although he was not a sword cultivator, he was still one of the best among the heavenly god-level powerhouses. He could clearly sense that Lin Huang's Sword Dao had broken through to heavenly rule-level.
Without leaving a trace, he shifted his gaze away from Lin Huang and glanced at the others sitting at the back. When he saw the expressions on their faces, he immediately understood something.
He said to Lin Huang, "Newcomer, do a simple self-introduction."
Lin Huang nodded and stood up. He turned around to look at the crowd behind him and took off his hood. "I'm Xiu Mu, who recently joined Death's Scythe. Please take care of me, everyone."
Huang Mu was the real name of this identity, and Xiu Mu was the code name he had applied for in Death's Scythe.
After a simple self-introduction, Lin Huang turned around and sat back in his seat.
Seeing Lin Huang brush it off so simply, Zang Tian raised his eyebrows. He could roughly guess that Lin Huang was trying to create a persona.
The others in the meeting room were a little dissatisfied.
"This guy, he says he'll take care of us, but his expression and attitude don't look like he needs our care at all?"
"What a vile fellow!"
"He's so cocky even in front of Senior Zang Tian. He's got guts!"
Naturally, Lin Huang heard these murmurs, but he could not be bothered.
The corners of Zang Tian's lips curled up slightly. Instead, he found Lin Huang's role-playing very interesting.
"Alright, everyone knows each other, so there's no need to introduce yourself."
"Since everyone is here, let's set off."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zang Tian flicked his sleeve, and a small green snake the size of a thumb shot out and landed on the conference table.
The small snake opened its mouth slightly and Lin Huang's group of seven rapidly shrank, turning into particles that were swallowed by the small snake.
After swallowing Lin Huang's group of seven, the little black snake transformed into a giant python. Zang Tian stepped on its head in a flash.
In the next instant, a black vortex appeared out of thin air, and the black python carried Zang Tian into it.
After a moment of dizziness and darkness, Lin Huang and the others were spat out by the giant python. They were already in a void.
Lin Huang looked over and saw that Zang Tian had already transformed back into his two-meter-tall, muscular appearance.
The six people in the meeting room were also present.
Apart from the few from Death's Scythe, more than ten other organizations were present as well. Each of them had formed a small group, and there were not many of them.
Lin Huang even saw two grade-7 organizations that had only sent ten people each — five Virtual Gods and five True Gods.
Just as Lin Huang was wondering if there was a limit to the number of people in this secret territory, Destiny, who was beside him, could not help but speak up.
"Master Zang Tian, why are the grade-7 organizations sending so few people? Is it because there's a limit to the number of people in the secret territory?"
"That's not the reason." Before Zang Tian could speak, a True God beside him said, "It's because the secret territory hunt is an individual battle, and everyone's hunting points are only related to themselves. Therefore, all the major organizations choose the strongest people in their own organizations. This is also to prevent the weak from entering and having too low hunting points, which would bring shame to the entire organization. "
When he said the last sentence, he deliberately glanced at Lin Huang.
This True God was currently ranked third on Death's Scythe's White Sickle Leaderboard — Mad Fiend. The reason why he was the most upset with Lin Huang was that Zang Tian had previously said that Death's Scythe would only have three True God slots to enter the secret territory this time. He had barely managed to secure his position in the annual third place on the White Sickle Leaderboard, but he had almost been pushed down. The slot that he had worked so hard to obtain for a year had been easily taken by a newcomer. Naturally, he was the most upset.
Lin Huang did not know how precious the slot was. He had only asked Zang Tian for it because he needed it, and Zang Tian had agreed right away. Zang Tian had not mentioned how scarce the slot was.
Naturally, he could tell that Mad Fiend was scolding him indirectly, but he did not know why Mad Fiend was hostile toward him. He only thought that his previous attitude had annoyed Mad Fiend, so he ignored the other's provocation.
From Lin Huang's point of view, such a low-level provocation was meaningless. If Mad Fiend was really capable, he should be thinking about how to crush Lin Huang in terms of hunting points instead of scolding him before the hunt had even begun.
Seeing that Lin Huang was not taking the bait, Mad Fiend did not continue to be aggressive.
On one hand, there was a senior like Zang Tian next to him, so it was not good to fall out with Lin Huang directly. On the other hand, there were so many other organizations around, and it was naturally not good to let them see internal strife in Death's Scythe.
In reality, if it were not for Zang Tian's presence, he might have directly attacked Lin Huang in the meeting room.
However, what he did not know was that he was lucky.
If he had chosen to attack Lin Huang at that time, there was a high probability that he would have lost the opportunity to enter the secret territory.
Ignoring the whispered conversations of the few people around him, Lin Huang's gaze swept across the other camps.
The people from the grade-7 organizations, the Combat God Temple and Xeno, had all arrived. He even saw a few familiar faces — Unrivaled God from the Combat God Temple, Frontier from Xeno …
More than a year had passed. Like Fallen Star and the others, these old faces remained at Virtual God rank-9. However, their auras had obviously grown significantly stronger.
Just as Lin Huang was feeling rather emotional that he had left this group of people far behind, a figure suddenly approached him from the side.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?"
The person who spoke was Virtuoso, dressed in black robes. Their voice was very neutral, and there was no way to tell if they were male or female.
Lin Huang turned his head to glance at Virtuoso and teased them with a smile, "You'll have to take off your mask and let me see if you've seen me before."
The few of them were just wondering why Virtuoso would be interested in this newcomer when they heard what Lin Huang said. Immediately, their expressions became rather odd.
"Are you sure you want me to take off my mask?" Under the white mask, his red lips quirked up slightly.
However, his mask actually isolated his lips. Logically speaking, no expression should have been visible on his face. However, Lin Huang just happened to see the corners of his lips quirk up.
At this moment, Zang Tian could not help but speak up, "The secret territory will open in a while. Don't cause any trouble, both of you!"
Lin Huang also sensed something unusual in Zang Tian's words. He guessed that something might happen if Zang Tian took off his mask. Moreover, judging from the expressions on the faces of the few people around him, it would probably not be anything good.
This also made Lin Huang rather curious as to what kind of abilities this fellow, who was firmly ranked first on the White Sickle Leaderboard, possessed.
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