CHAPTER 1752: Chapter 1752
Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
"Let's go!"
After sealing Di Xiao's Soul Strength and Perception, He Zhiming shouted in a low voice. Then he grabbed Di Xiao's arm and rushed into the Emperor Palace.
Seeing He Zhiming leave, An Haoping did not hesitate at all and followed closely behind him.
To be honest, An Haoping was very worried after spending so much time here.
Since Di Tianming was being controlled, it meant that Zhang Qiang and Zhang Kejun were probably being controlled as well.
An Haoping had two tasks in the Emperor Palace, one of which was to find Zhang Qiang and Zhang Kejun.
Once this task failed, it would be a huge blow to An Haoping.
An Haoping didn't come here alone. There were also the Icily Handsome Man and the Smiling Tiger from the other War God families in Divine City.
"Let's split up!"
Not long after entering the Emperor Palace, An Haoping felt Zhang Kejun's aura.
Without talking too much nonsense with He Zhiming, An Haoping directly turned his head and swept in another direction.
He Zhiming knew that An Haoping's target was Zhang Qiang and Zhang Kejun, so he did not stop him.
Moreover, Zhang Qiang was a Middle-stage Sage. If An Haoping dealt with him, He Zhiming could save a lot of trouble.
"Di Xiao, you two tell me honestly, where are Human Devil and Ning Yue?"
Until An Haoping was far away, He Zhiming turned his eyes to Di Xiao.
In He Zhiming's opinion, since Di Xiao was guarding the Emperor Palace for Ning Yue, he must know where Ning Yue was.
Di Xiao did not refuse. After pondering for a moment, he said, "According to my estimation, Ning Yue and Human Demon should be in the hall at this time."
"Let's go to the hall!"
He Zhiming was swift and decisive.
Now that Di Xiao's Soul Strength and Perception were sealed, it was impossible for Ning Yue to contact Di Xiao.
Under this premise, Di Xiao would not lie.
Swish! Swish!
As He Zhiming and the others were relatively close to the main hall, it only took them a minute to arrive in front of the main hall.
Bang!
Without knocking on the door, He Zhiming raised his right foot and kicked the door of the main hall.
A crisp sound rang out.
He Zhiming directly kicked the heavy door into two halves.
Xiu!
As soon as the door was kicked open, a cold glint shot towards He Zhiming at a frightening speed.
"Not good!"
The sudden change caused He Zhiming's expression to change drastically, and he hastily retreated.
In fact, before He Zhiming blasted open the door, he was already prepared for a sneak attack.
But He Zhiming neglected one thing.
He had neglected the cultivation of the person who had ambushed him!
Generally speaking, in the case of the same cultivation, even if someone sneak attacked He Zhiming, He Zhiming would not be so flustered.
The reason why He Zhiming was so flustered this time was because the martial artist who ambushed him had a higher cultivation level than him.
Late-stage Saint!
Moreover, he was at the peak of Late Stage Saint!
He Zhiming's current cultivation level was only at the Middle-stage of the Sage Realm. He did not have much of a chance of winning even if he were to face a martial artist at the peak of the Late-stage of the Sage Realm head-on, not to mention that the other party had chosen to launch a sneak attack.
However, He Zhiming was still rational.
He did not choose to meet force with force. Instead, he ignited his Blood Essence and retreated.
Boom!
It turned out that He Zhiming's retreat was wise.
As soon as his front foot retreated, a huge pit appeared in the area where his back foot was.
Obviously, the huge pit was caused by the cold glint.
"Trying to be mysterious!"
He Zhiming stared at the entrance of the hall and said coldly, "Hurry up and get out!"
Rustle!
Not long after He Zhiming's voice fell, a group of three martial artists slowly walked out of the hall.
Hiss!
Looking at the martial artists who had suddenly appeared, He Zhiming could not help but gasp at this time, especially when he sensed the terrifying aura of the martial artist on the left. Even though he already knew the other party's cultivation level.
Guessing was one thing, but when the other party really appeared in front of him, He Zhiming still wanted to retreat.
The reason why He Zhiming had such a reaction was not because he was afraid of a Late-stage Saint martial artist. On the contrary, as long as he used his last trump card, he could even easily kill a Late-stage Saint martial artist.
However, He Zhiming did not dare to use his last trump card!
Because once he used his last trump card, he was destined to fail one of the two tasks that he had come from a high-level plane.
Compared to taking Emperor Xiao away, the other task was more important!
"I have to contact the sect as soon as possible and ask them to send people down as soon as possible."
He Zhiming made up his mind that after successfully regaining control of Emperor Divine Palace, he would contact the sect as soon as possible.
Some time ago, He Zhiming had contacted the sect once, and the sect had also agreed to send a few Middle-stage Saint martial artists down to help.
However, He Zhiming felt that it was not enough. He had to send a Late-stage Saint or even a Peak Saint martial artist!
However, He Zhiming was very clear that the sect would have to bear great pressure if they sent a Late-stage Saint or a Peak Saint martial artist down.
"He Zhiming, I was feeling sorry that you ran away last time. I didn't expect you to come to me voluntarily."
Just as He Zhiming was thinking about it, Ning Yue's indifferent voice sounded in this area.
"Since you're here, stay and have a good chat this time."
Crack crack!
He Zhiming came to his senses and stared at Ning Yue, clenching his fists so hard that they made cracking sounds.
"Why, do you want to kill me?" Ning Yue raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm standing here. You can try."
"Go up and kill him!"
All of a sudden, an indifferent voice was heard.
Following closely behind the indifferent voice was a figure that was speeding over.
No, to be precise, it was two figures rushing over.
After a while.
An Haoping grabbed Zhang Kejun's shoulder and threw him aside. He looked straight at He Zhiming and said, "He Zhiming, I'll help you deal with that Late-stage Saint martial artist. You go and kill this arrogant guy …"
Speaking of this, An Haoping paused for a moment and then continued.
"In addition, bring Zhang Qiang here."
He Zhiming's eyes flickered, but he did not do as An Haoping said.
In fact, the moment An Haoping came over, He Zhiming knew what An Haoping was planning to do.
Zhang Kejun was brought here, so Zhang Qiang definitely could not escape!
"Are you sure you can help me stop that Late-stage Saint martial artist?" He Zhiming gritted his teeth and said, "If you can really help me stop him, I promise to help you control Zhang Qiang!"
He Zhiming was still very confident in himself.
As long as the white-haired old man, who was a Late-stage Saint, was stalled, he and Sun Deshun would definitely be able to control Zhang Qiang!
Sun Deshun's cultivation was at the peak of the Early-stage Saint, which was not particularly far from the Late-stage Saint.
With Sun Deshun's help, He Zhiming's inner concerns were reduced a lot.
"How can it be fake?"
An Haoping raised the corner of his mouth and immediately rushed out.
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