Ulun Valley.
In the base of Green Cloud Security, He Ling'er and Ling Yun looked at each other, not knowing why Ding Ning was so crazy.
Danger? What danger could there be?
But since Ding Ning said it, they had to take it seriously and immediately sent someone to inform Lang Kui and the others to enter the valley.
The 3,000 wolf riders were always the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the forces that were hostile to Ding Ning, and their every move attracted people's attention.
Seeing the three thousand Wolf Cavalry suddenly enter the valley, the various major forces immediately became nervous, as if they were preparing for a great enemy.
When Tianjizi got the news, he couldn't help but frown and murmur, "Tomorrow is the last day. What do they want to do in the valley now?"
"Who cares. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. But Ding Ning hasn't shown up yet. Did something really happen to him?"
Compared with the wolf riders' movements, Tian Xuanzi was more concerned about Ding Ning's safety.
Tianjizi was puzzled and couldn't figure out why the wolf riders entered the valley at this time, so he simply stopped thinking about it and ordered people to continue to pay attention and report to him immediately if there was any movement.
The forces that were on good terms with Ding Ning, such as the National Warrior's Mansion, the Big Snow Mountain, the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, the Holy Church, the Tianyin Temple, the Alliance of Imperial Families, and the Atlantis Family, had similar reactions.
But the other forces that were not on good terms with Ding Ning were nervous, especially the King Kong who was temporarily sent by the Descendants of God Organization to preside over the situation. With a bitter expression on his face, he cursed the dead Wind God and Fire God in his mind. "If they came to the Warrior Assembly, they should have just participated in it. Why did they target me at this time?
Now that they were dead, everything would be settled, leaving behind a terrible mess for him to clean up. If the wolf cavalry went berserk and began a massacre, he would probably die a very, very miserable death.
The Dark Parliament was the second most nervous. In this Warrior Assembly, they had suffered the greatest loss except for the Descendants of God Organization. Less than 30% of the 1,000 warriors they sent were still alive.
This made them hate Ding Ning, but they could do nothing about it. Fortunately, that devil was still trapped in the Langya Secret Territory. They secretly heaved a sigh of relief and prayed that he would die inside.
But when the wolf cavalry moved, they were like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, as if they were facing a great enemy. They feared that these wolf cavalry would blame Ding Ning's imprisonment on them and begin a massacre. If that happened, they would not even have tears to cry.
In the entire Dark Parliament, only Marquis Millais, uh, now a Duke, was the calmest. This was because he was keenly aware that if the wolf cavalry really did attack, it would be useless no matter how vigilant they were. All they could do was fight to the death.
But he did not think that the Wolf Cavalry would act. If they wanted to act, they would have done so before Ding Ning returned with the main group. They had not acted then, which meant that they would not act now.
As for why the Wolf Cavalry wanted to enter the valley, he did not know the reason either. He even advised Chairman Gama Kan not to be enemies with Ding Ning anymore. That devil was too terrifying.
Gamarkan was very angry. He felt that Milace had become more cowardly after being promoted to duke. He was extremely disappointed with him, so he slammed the door and left with a cold face.
Duke Milace shook his head with a wry smile. "If only you knew that he could transform into a giant and kill me with a single breath, you would know how terrifying he is."
Gamarkan was, after all, one of the thirteen chairmen and also the vampire race's representative in the Dark Parliament. Although they were not from the same clan, they were still vampires and had always taken care of him. Even though he was now a duke, he could not compare to Gamarkan in terms of strength or prestige. There was no way he could influence the latter's decisions.
This caused Milace to look worried. It would be fine if Ding Ning did not return, but if he did, Milace would never make an enemy out of him again. That fellow was simply too terrifying.
If he were really angered, he would not even need to do anything. He only needed to release that Red Ant King, and it would be enough to flatten the entire Dark Parliament. That was a bona fide divine-grade ant king!
It was just that for some reason, Milace had never revealed the secret of Ding Ning's transformation. Perhaps he was afraid of losing face, or perhaps he had been scared out of his wits by Ding Ning. As such, he subconsciously did not want to bring up that miserable past, which was why he had concealed everything he had seen in the Langya Secret Realm.
In the Sword God Palace's encampment, Sword God Yagyu knelt on the ground expressionlessly. It seemed like nothing could stir his heart.
Nodera Hachiaki knelt respectfully in front of him and displayed his exquisite tea skills. Sword God Yagyu nodded in satisfaction.
However, he didn't know that the obedient disciple in his eyes was actually cursing in his heart. You actually dare to let the son of an Immortal Emperor brew tea for you? Just you wait, one day, I will kill you to avenge today's humiliation.
"Your mind is in a mess."
Sword God Yagyu's murky old eyes suddenly shot out a ray of light as he spoke slowly.
Nodera Hachiaki's heart skipped a beat. He did not expect this old fellow's eyes to be so sharp. He was only distracted for a moment and his movements paused for a moment, and he was discovered. Fortunately, this old fellow thought that he was worried about the wolf riders and could not see through his true thoughts. Otherwise, he would have been cut into pieces by this old fellow at any moment.
Nodera Hachiaki immediately revealed a shocked expression. He lowered his head and knelt on the ground. He said fearfully, "Master, please forgive me. I am indeed a little worried."
"A person who cultivates the sword should have an indomitable and fearless heart. What is there to fear about the mere wolf riders? It's fine if they know their place. However, if they dare to offend my Sword God Palace, I will definitely kill them all."
Sword God Yagyu's eyes turned sharp as he shouted with a hint of anger.
"Master is mighty!"
Nodera Hachiaki flattered in a timely manner, but he secretly cursed in his heart. In the outside world, you might be able to kill all the wolf riders with your sword alone. However, this is a barrier that suppresses cultivation. You still want to kill all the wolf riders? Aren't you afraid of cutting your tongue?
As the saying went, flattery never works. Sword God Yagyu had always been conceited, but he loved to listen to flattery. Nodera Hachiaki had outstanding talent and a sweet mouth. His flattery skills were also top-notch, which was why Sword God Yagyu doted on him. He smiled in satisfaction and said proudly, "The mere wolf riders are not worth mentioning. With me around, I will naturally ensure your safety. There is no need for you to worry."
"That's true. In front of Master, the likes of Sacred Sects are just clay chickens and pottery dogs."
Nodera Hachiaki flattered him again without batting an eyelid, making Sword God Yagyu beam with joy. He pretended to be humble and said, "You can't say that. Yu Tiejian from the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe is quite strong. If I want to defeat him, I will have to put in some effort."
"But in front of Master, he is just a slightly stronger ant."
Nodera Hachiaki continued to flatter Sword God Yagyu. His serious expression made it sound as if he was speaking the truth. Even he himself felt that it was a little fake.
Yet, Sword God Yagyuu was a sucker for this. With a reserved smile on his face, he lectured like an old man, "Sigh, you can't say that. Although he's still a little weaker than me, it's enough for him to do whatever he wants in the human world."
"Haha, that is because he has not met Master. If we really fought, I reckon that Master would be able to kill him in three moves at most."
Nodera Hachiaki was determined to flatter Sword God Yagyu to the end. Since the old man liked flattery, he could only flatter him.
Sword God Yagyu smiled and shook his head. He said earnestly, "Don't underestimate the heroes in the world. Yu Tiejian's attainments in swordsmanship are very high. Even if I were to fight him, I might not be able to defeat him without 100 moves."
Nodera Hachiaki, who was good at singing and acting, revealed a shocked expression. "Yu Tiejian can actually survive 100 moves under Master's sword. He can be considered a top-notch expert in the world."
"Of course. You don't understand. Although the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe is on par with the other Sacred Sects, they are actually recognized as the top Sacred Sect. They have a long history and a deep foundation. As far as I know, Yu Tiejian should be no less than 150 years old this year. With such a long time of accumulation, it is reasonable for him to have such strength."
Sword God Yagyuu's eyes gradually shone with a sharp light, and his great battle intent kept rising. "Sword God Palace and the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe happen to have some unresolved grievances. Once the competition is over, I'll definitely fight them to my heart's content. I'll see if their saber is faster or if my sword is sharper."
Nodera Hachiaki was speechless. Just now, he had arrogantly said that he could defeat him within 100 moves. Now, he was going to fight him to his heart's content. It seemed like he had been bragging all along.
…
In the deep forest outside the Ulun Valley, a pitch-black altar had appeared out of nowhere.
Ghost Hunter sat cross-legged under the altar. Its platinum ghost mask shone weakly under the moonlight, making it look extremely eerie and terrifying.
"Leader, the wolf riders have entered the Ulun Valley."
A man in black with a ghost mask knelt on one knee and reported stiffly with a cold voice that did not sound like a human's.
"Very good. Follow the plan. Have the other altars been set up?"
Ghost Hunter seemed to have expected this. Instead of being shocked, he was happy and asked calmly.
"Everything has been set up. We're just waiting for the leader's order to carry out the blood sacrifice."
The man in black with the ghost mask said mechanically.
"That's good!"
Ghost Hunter lifted his head to look at the moonlight in the sky, his eyes shining with fanaticism. "There's still an hour left. At 12 o 'clock sharp, we'll start the blood sacrifice on time, open the sealed door, and welcome the arrival of the Demon God's emissary."
"Welcome the arrival of the Demon God's emissary!"
Hualala. Following his fanatical voice, the hundreds of men in black with the ghost mask knelt on the ground and answered in a low voice.
The Ghost Hunter stood up, clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the Wulun Valley. The only part of his eyes that was exposed was a pair of eyes without any white. The black mist was rising, making people shudder like a ghost.
…
Hurry, hurry, hurry up!
Thousands of kilometers away from the Ulun Valley, a huge black shadow flashed across the night sky like lightning. Along with the whistling wind, a man's anxious urging voice could be faintly heard.
That black shadow was Air Force Wing No.3, which carried Ding Ning to the Ulun Valley at top speed. Seeming to feel its master's uneasiness, Air Force Wing No.3 exerted all its strength and reached an amazing speed of 1.5 times the speed of sound.
On the way, Ding Ning suddenly remembered that he could directly teleport to the Ulun Valley, so he called Ling Yun and asked her to set up the teleportation formation directly, regardless of the space fluctuation that would alarm other forces. He was going to teleport there.
But the result made him disappointed. The space in the Ulun Valley should be disturbed by something, so he couldn't teleport.
This made him completely give up his last hope and believe that there was indeed a great crisis in the Ulun Valley. Although he didn't know where the danger came from and who it was aimed at, the crisis did exist, which made him very anxious. He was afraid that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he was one step slower.
Whether it was Ling Yun, He Ling 'er, Angel, Feng Pianwu, the Wolf Cavalry, the National Warrior's Mansion, or other friendly forces, he couldn't accept any accident.
Therefore, he rushed through the night without hesitation and didn't have time to feel sorry for Air Force Wing No.3.
Air Force Wing No.3's extreme speed had its limit after all. When its physical strength was overdrawn to a certain extent, its speed gradually slowed down. At this time, it was at least 200 kilometers away from the valley.
The time was 11: 43 at night.
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