Luo Li, originally the youngest family head of an ancient clan in the 21st century and the most talented alchemist, died one day and transmigrated into the body of the good-for-nothing eldest young...
Chapter 782 Is there a story?
The tall man with a feather mark on his forehead spoke in a deep voice: "I am Qingdian Thunder Eagle, named Qingchen."
Finally, a large man with a simple yet calm demeanor said slowly, "I am the Black Tortoise Soul Turtle, named Chenshi."
They each announced their names with great momentum, making the atmosphere in the entire meeting hall slightly solemn.
The five of them are recognized as the strongest among the monsters on the continent.
But they had not appeared in the world for a long time since the invasion of the Dark Realm, and they even thought that several of them had died in the war that year.
I didn't expect to get together with them today.
It's also a strange thing.
There seemed to be flames dancing in the eyes of the red-flame fox Hongmu, reflecting her determined look;
A faint chill surrounded the body of the Mysterious Ice Deer Bingqing, causing the surrounding air to condense into frost.
The fingertips of Qingchen, the Green Lightning Eagle, flickered with light, ready to unleash thunder at any moment.
The Black Tortoise Soul Turtle sank into the stone, and every step it took caused the ground to tremble slightly, but it was as steady as a rock.
The auras of the four magical beasts intertwined together, forming an indescribable pressure, which made everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
However, their sense of oppression was not as great as that of the Gintama Dragon with his lips tightly pursed. He was a Warcraft that had broken through to the King level ten thousand years ago and was undoubtedly the strongest Warcraft.
Silver Night.
Tian Huang curled his lips and said lightly: "Long time no see."
Yin Ye glanced at her and chuckled, "It's been a long time indeed, Tian Huang."
Luo Li raised her eyebrows slightly, "Oh, do you two know each other?"
Yin Ye's voice was calm, "Once."
Everyone present pricked their ears. Is there a story behind this?
Shen Shui's expression was cold, and his tone was filled with a hint of chill: "Yin Ye, let's put an end to the grudges from ten thousand years ago today."
After he finished speaking, his soul power surged throughout his body, as if it were frozen in ice, and the space was frozen.
Tian Huang tilted his head slightly, and a hint of complexity flashed in his golden pupils.
She glanced at Luo Li, who was sitting on the high seat with her forehead propped up, her emotions unrecognizable. She finally knew the seriousness of the matter, "Chen Shui! The Spirit Master is here, and you won't tolerate any impertinence!"
Yin Ye shook his head slightly, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind. He slowly raised his hand, and a bright silver light condensed in his palm, confronting Chen Shui.
"Since the Lord of the Submerged Waters has settled accounts with me, then Yin Ye will wait."
"Yin Ye!" Tian Huang couldn't help but shout, "Don't go too far!"
"I'm going too far?!" Yin Ye's eyes suddenly turned cold and fierce. "Tian Huang, I think you've been among the human race for too long! You've forgotten everything in the past, haven't you?"
"I don't!"
Tian Huang gritted his teeth, "I have never forgotten! But, Yin Ye, please don't go too far! At least now, I don't owe you anything!"
The air seemed to freeze, and the silver-white and dark blue lights intertwined and collided in the center of the hall.
Shen Shui's eyes were as deep as a cold pond, and the dark blue soul power lingering around him seemed to be able to cut off all life.
As for Yin Ye, his long silver hair danced gently in the surge of energy, and the light condensed in his palm was as bright as the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling.
The tension between the two made the entire space tremble, and tiny cracks quietly spread on the edge of the energy collision.
"Um?"
Luo Li's eyes darkened, and she sat up straight. "If you have grudges to settle, I won't stop you. But I didn't call you here today to watch you fight."
Seeing that the two were still confronting each other, she lowered her voice and said, "Seventeen."
Seventeen received the order, spun around suddenly, and swung the long whip directly onto Yin Ye and Chen Shui.
Yin Ye and Chen Shui were knocked back several steps by the force of the whip. Their soul power scattered, but their eyes were still as sharp as blades.
Seventeen's long whip circled flexibly in the air, making a crisp sound. He was as light as a leaf in the wind, standing steadily between the two.
He smiled faintly and said, "I advise you two not to refuse a toast and then drink a penalty."
The long whip was retracted, and Seventeen shook his wrist lightly, and the tail of the whip drew a dazzling black and purple arc in the air.
Yin Ye and Chen Shui looked at each other, a hint of unwillingness flashed in their eyes, but they had to restrain their outward soul power.
The fallen leaves on the spiritual tree outside the meeting hall were fixed in mid-air by invisible pressure.
Seventeen's eyes were as cold as a frozen pond. He raised his hand slightly, and the long whip wrapped around his arm like a living thing.
Seeing that the two of them had behaved themselves, he narrowed his eyes and flew back behind Luo Li.
Luo Li stood up, her voice etched with coldness. "You two, if there's any grudge, it's not too late to resolve it after this disaster is over. If you're both dead, then there's no need to resolve it. Isn't that right?"
Her words were quite rude, but Yin Ye and Chen Shui didn't show any dissatisfaction at all.
After all, they were in the wrong as they almost got into a fight in the Zhutian League's meeting hall.
Shen Shui spoke first, his voice low: "Miss Luo Li is absolutely right, it was we who were reckless."
As he spoke, he slowly retracted his outward aura, the blue light around him became restrained, and he regained his usual composure.
The same was true for Yin Ye. He snorted lightly, and the silver light around him gradually subsided, returning to his usual state.
Luo Li glanced at them and said, "Then please take your seats and continue discussing important matters."
After hearing this, the three of them returned to their seats and sat down.
Yin Ye sat casually, with his long legs crossed and one hand supporting his chin. His silver hair fell casually on his shoulders like a waterfall, revealing an unruly look.
Chen Shui sat upright like a pine tree, his back straight and his dark eyes deep.
Tian Huang pursed her lips, secretly glanced at Chen Shui beside her and Yin Ye not far away, and felt a little headache.
Luo Li sat in the main seat, her red dress blazing like fire, making her skin look whiter than snow. She gently raised her hand, signaling her disciples to serve tea. The aroma of tea wafted in the air, and the atmosphere in the meeting hall gradually relaxed, as if the previous tension was just an illusion.
Amidst the aroma of tea, Luo Li gently opened her red lips, her voice as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate: "This Dark Realm invasion is different from the one ten thousand years ago. We must work together and not slack off in the slightest."
She glanced at Chen Shui and Yin Ye and emphasized again: "Although I don't know the grudges between you, at this point, I can't let you kill each other."
Her voice turned cold. "I don't care how deep your previous grudges are, but now there are less than four months left before the war. I think you should not need these few months, right?"
Chen Shui lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the teacup, as if he could feel the pressure from Luo Li.
Yin Ye's eyes were complicated, as if he was weighing something.
Inside, the candlelight flickered, and everyone's heartbeat was infinitely amplified in this moment of silence.
Finally, the two nodded, and Shen Shui said in a deep voice: "Spirit Master, don't worry, I won't attack him again until the matter of the Dark Realm is resolved."
Yin Ye also said calmly: "Me too."
Although Yin Ye's voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable determination.
He slowly raised his eyes, and his gaze met Luo Li's in the air, as if silent sparks were colliding.