Prus took a drag from his cigar, releasing rings of smoke.
"President, what should we do now?"
Ai Fei looked at Prus and said indifferently.
"The King of Thunder was no ordinary man, and now that he’s dead here, we must go back and explain. In any case, the experintal base here has entered the right track."
"That Hou Jingwen’s life is in our hands, and his brother Hou Yaoxing wouldn’t dare to play any tricks. Let’s head back to Country M first."
"Yes," Ai Fei nodded.
At that mont, Prus’s eyes glead with a sinister light as he looked at Ai Fei, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.
"Ai Fei, when you return this ti, I’m afraid your father will marry you off to More. Then you might have to go through the most miserable ti of your life. Why not let ..."
As Prus spoke, his eyes flickered with lustful desire while staring at Ai Fei’s curvaceous body, and a hand involuntarily reached out towards her.
Ai Fei’s face darkened, and she moved aside, saying coldly, "President, you needn’t bother yourself with this."
After Ai Fei finished speaking, she turned and left, while Prus’s face turned cold, and he cursed under his breath: Bitch!
Tides ebb and flow, the moon sets and the sun rises, a new day soon arrived.
Ye Luo got up early, stepped out of his room, and found the ladies gathered together, looking very harmonious.
"Ye Luo, I’ve been caught up in a lot of company business recently, and I plan to go back to Zhonghai," Ling Qingya walked over and said to Ye Luo.
" too, there are many things waiting for at iyue Company, I need to go back as well," Luo Jingxuan also spoke up.
"Alright, I might need a few more days before I can return to Zhonghai. If you need to go back first, then go ahead, I’ll ask Hei Zi, Hu Zi, and Lightning Monkey to escort you back to Zhonghai," Ye Luo said directly.
"We have visitors!"
Feng Tian, who was sitting on one side, suddenly spoke up. Ye Luo’s eyes condensed, and he walked straight outside.
Outside the villa at this mont stood a group of people, led by a man in a suit with a tuft of beard. Accompanying him were more than a dozen middle-aged n in black martial suits, each holding a katana.
Each one had a deep aura, their cold gazes fixed on Ye Luo as he walked out.
"What a way to start the day, blocking my door. What do you want, to beg? Here, a dollar for you!"
Ye Luo said, pulling out a dollar and throwing it at the feet of the man, instantly angering the group of katana-wielding n, who emitted a terrible aura, their eyes filled with a murderous intent as they glared at Ye Luo.
However, at that mont, Feng Tian stepped forward, releasing a sharp Sword Intent, like a towering sword that suppressed the montum of the group.
"Everybody, calm down, calm down!"
The man in a suit quickly spoke up, his gaze turning to Ye Luo:
"Mr. Ye, hello, I am Usuida Jirou, the Emissary of the Island Country’s embassy in Huaxia. I am here on behalf of the Island Country governnt to discuss with you the return of our national treasure, Butoh Yuhun."
"Return?"
Ye Luo smiled faintly, giving the man a cursory glance, and said, "Don’t you know, once sothing lands in my, Ye Luo’s hands, there’s no reason for it to be returned?"
"Mr. Ye, the Butoh Yuhun is a divine artifact of our Island Country, it is the most treasured object of the entire Island Country. Our governnt attaches great importance to it, and if Mr. Ye does not return it, we will have to notify your Huaxia governnt to deal with this matter. It would be unfortunate if this affects the relations between our two countries," the man in the suit continued to speak.
"Boring, I don’t have ti to bother with you. Do whatever you want, the Buddha’s Soul Cloth is my victory prize for defeating you, and not just you— even if your pri minister ca, he couldn’t take it away."
Ye Luo curled his lip and was about to leave.
"Hand over the Buddha’s Soul Cloth, and you will be spared from death!"
At this mont, three n around fifty years old dressed in gray cloth robes with graying hair walked over; their auras were restrained, their gazes piercing—two were at the ninth layer of the Hua Yuan Realm, and one was at the second layer of the Spirit Sea Realm.
"We pay our respects to the three Elders!"
Seeing these three n appear, the group wielding katanas bowed and called out to them, and they were obviously mbers of the Beichen Ittoryu.
The trio approached Ye Luo, and the leading martial artist from the Spirit Sea Realm examined him with a cold gaze. It was he who had spoken those words just before.
"Do you folks from the Island Country always act so arrogantly?"
Ye Luo looked at the three n with a light, amused smile on his face.
"Kid, this is Elder Liuye from our Beichen Ittoryu. If you don’t want to die, it’s best you hand over the Buddha’s Soul Cloth. You’re not worthy of possessing it!"
The man who was at the ninth layer of the Hua Yuan Realm stared coldly at Ye Luo.
"Hmph, I’m not worthy of possessing it? Do you think you bunch of Island Country ghosts are?"
Ye Luo snorted with disdain.
"You’re courting death!"
Upon hearing Ye Luo’s words, the man moved, and a dazzling slash aid at Ye Luo ca down like a falling teor, its radiance bright and the terrifying Sword Intent giving off a chilling sensation that seeped into the bones.
Ye Luo just stood there calmly, unmoving; Feng Tian beside him narrowed his eyes, his body pulsing with the power of the sixth layer of the Hua Yuan Realm. His hands gestured, and instantly, nurous sword beams shot out towards his opponent.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Seeing those sharp sword beams shooting at him, the ninth-layer Hua Yuan Realm man’s face changed, and he quickly retracted his katana to block in front of him, shattering all the True Yuan-ford sword beams.
Feng Tian’s strength had now recovered to the sixth layer of the Hua Yuan Realm, and with his talent and ability, he could even battle soone at the ninth layer of the Hua Yuan Realm.
"Are you sure you won’t hand over the Buddha’s Soul Cloth?"
At that mont, Elder Liuye scrutinized Ye Luo with a powerful Soul Pressure descending upon him, pressing towards Ye Luo, but it had no effect on him whatsoever.
Thump, thump, thump!
Just then, a series of heavy footsteps rang out as a squad of uniford, battle-hardened mbers of the War God team appeared, led by War Wolf and War God.
The mbers of the War God team directly surrounded the group from the Beichen Ittoryu.
"What are you trying to do?"
The two ninth-layer Hua Yuan Realm n shouted angrily.
"You must be the captain of the Huaxia War God team, War God!"
Elder Liuye looked at War God and spoke calmly.
"That’s right," War God nodded.
"What’s the aning of this today? I am here on behalf of the governnt of the Island Country and the Beichen Ittoryu to claim our sect’s treasure, the Buddha’s Soul Cloth. Are you trying to prevent this, leading to a war between our countries, or are you provoking the Beichen Ittoryu?"
Elder Liuye viewed War God with a chilly deanor.
"This matter was initiated by your Island Country as a challenge, seeking an opportunity to strike at our Huaxia and to save face by stepping on us. Now that you’ve lost, shouldn’t you bear the consequences?"
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