"Beast Stampede! It's a Beast Stampede! My god! It's a Beast Stampede! Let's run! "
For a moment, the crowd burst into a wave of panicked cries.
The commotion was getting closer and closer, and the ground was shaking more and more violently. Looking at the dust flying in the air, one could estimate that there were at least a few hundred Demonic Beasts!
A Demonic Beast attack of this scale could only be called a Beast Stampede!
"Run! Run!"
Lu Changwei's group of friends did not have high cultivation, and Lu Changwei was bedridden. They were so scared that they wet their pants and wanted to run.
"Stay where you are!"
Zhu Dachang, on the other hand, remained calm. "This Beast Stampede is moving at an extraordinary speed. They must be high-level Demonic Beasts! You won't be able to run far! They will catch up to you! Only by staying by the Ninth Young Lord's side will you have a chance of survival! "
As soon as these words were spoken, the panicking crowd had no choice but to stop.
Luckily, Ximen Dingjun's men did not leave. The crowd immediately rushed over and hid behind Ximen Dingjun.
"Ninth Young Lord, save us! Ninth Young Lord, save us! This time, only you can save us!"
Hundreds of people cried out for help. Someone took the lead and knelt on the ground. Then, everyone knelt down and kowtowed while begging for help.
"Hmph! Look at all of you! It's just a Beast Stampede! What's there to be afraid of? "
Ximen Dingjun's eyes shone with arrogance. "Twelve Temple Sentinels, help me kill this Beast Stampede! Even though there's no treasure, I'm going to take first place in the Elite Hunt! "
As soon as he said this, the surrounding people immediately acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood and started to flatter him madly.
"Ninth Young Lord, you're brilliant! Ninth Young Lord, you're so cool! "
"Congratulations, Ninth Young Lord! Congratulations, Ninth Young Lord! Ninth Young Lord will definitely take first place in the Elite Hunt! "
"Kill, kill, kill! Beast Stampede my ass! They're just a bunch of trash before our Ninth Young Lord! "
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"Young Lord! You can't! "
Old Meng tried to dissuade him. "This Beast Stampede is coming at us ferociously! It's like they're up to something! It's better for us to retreat! We don't want anything to happen! "
"This …"
Ximen Dingjun frowned. Old Meng's persuasion had made him hesitate.
But the hundreds of people around him were still sucking up to him. Ximen Dingjun had just shown off. If he retreated now, he would be slapping himself in the face.
With that in mind, Ximen Dingjun was determined to save face. "I have made up my mind! The Twelve Temple Guardians! Move now! "
"Understood!"
The Twelve Temple Guardians were Ximen Dingjun's personal guards. All of them were at Ethereal Cultivation, and they were not afraid of the Beast Horde. After receiving the order, they charged straight at the Beast Horde.
Seeing that, the boot-licking grew even more fervent. They were praising Ximen Dingjun so much that he was almost on the verge of flying to the heavens.
Ximen Dingjun was getting carried away by the flattery. "You are all loyal to the Northern Wilderness Temple! I will naturally protect all of you! I'm sure that in less than ten minutes, the Twelve Temple Guardians will return in triumph! "
As soon as he said that, the flattery around him almost resounded through the sky.
Only Old Meng's brows were furrowed, staring warily at the direction of the Beast Horde.
On the other hand, Chen Xiaobei and the others had also noticed the change in the situation.
"What a huge Beast Horde! If we can kill all of them, we'll definitely be able to get first place! "Dong Xiaowu said.
"Yeah!" Qin Luoshu nodded. "Unfortunately, we don't have the ability to fight against a Beast Horde like this!"
Miao Yiyue said. "What's more, Ximen Dingjun is blocking the way. If he kills this Beast Horde, it'll be almost impossible for us to get first place!"
"Forget it. This is fate! I've already accepted my fate. Everyone, you don't have to worry about me anymore! "Wenren Muyue said softly.
Her tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable sense of disappointment in her eyes.
At this flower-like age, who would be willing to die?
Wenren Muyue wanted to live. She wanted to live a good life. But fate was determined by God. How could a human possibly change it?
Now that things had come to this, she had no choice but to bow her head and accept her fate!
Chen Xiaobei asked, "How do you know that Ximen Dingjun will be able to take down this Beast Horde?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Wei Ruilong said. "The 12 Temple Guardians are all Ethereal Cultivation elites. Their combat power is around 180,000 to 200,000. They work well with each other and can even form small combat formations! A Beast Horde of this scale will not be a threat to them! "
"I don't think so!" Chen Xiaobei shook his head. "From what I know, the Demonic Beasts are quite intelligent! When they launch a Beast Horde, they are usually very confident that they will be able to take it down! "
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
"Mr. Chen, you are right!" Miao Yiyue said. "Every time the Demonic Beasts launch a Beast Horde, they will always have a plan in mind. They will not just throw their lives away for nothing! "
"If that's the case, then the 12 Temple Guardians are in danger?" Wenren Muyue asked.
"Not necessarily. The key is whether Old Meng will help them or not!" Chen Xiaobei said.
"Who is Old Meng?" Everyone asked.
Chen Xiaobei whispered, "The personal bodyguard of the Ninth Young Lord is Old Meng! He's wearing a mask, but he has the strength of a demigod! "
"A demigod?!"
Everyone gasped. "If he makes a move, I'm afraid he will be able to end the battle in an instant!"
Chen Xiaobei shook his head. "Even so, Ximen Dingjun is a selfish person. He will not let go of his life-saving talisman!"
"Life-saving talisman?!" Everyone was shocked.
To Ximen Dingjun, Old Meng was the most important life-saving talisman. He could not live without Old Meng.
Now that the battle was imminent, Ximen Dingjun would not let Old Meng help him.
Once Old Meng left, Ximen Dingjun would not be able to guarantee his own safety.
"The battle is about to start. There's no time for discussion!"
Chen Xiaobei said. "I'll go and check it out myself. All of you, protect Muyue and retreat as far as you can! If the Beast Horde gets out of control, return to the safe zone immediately! "
"How can we do that? Among us, your cultivation is the lowest. Aren't you going to die if you go to the front line? "Miao Yiyue said nervously.
"There's no time to explain! For the Golden Purple-Jade Dew Lotus, I have to give it my all! "Chen Xiaobei stomped on the ground and charged forward.
After a round of cultivation, Chen Xiaobei's combat power was now 132210. His speed was much faster than a peak phase Celestial Cultivation.
"How … How is that even possible?"
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