"God of war, hearing about you is worse than seeing you in person. You're truly powerful, haha!" Wen Hong laughed, her attitude rising to a haughty hue. This was the demeanor of a divine mountain messenger. As a divine mountain messenger, she held an absolute advantage, so shouldn't she be assertive?
"I knew you wouldn't believe me. You're the messenger of the sacred mountain, so you're always so arrogant. Is your arrogance in line with the image of a messenger from the sacred mountain?" Ma Yue said. "If that's the case, then there's nothing more to talk about."
As Ma Yue spoke, Wen Hong's expression changed dramatically. Ma Yue's expression was too calm, which made Wen Hong feel uneasy. Divine cultivators' methods were inherently strange, and the one before them was the renowned Sea Tribe shaman. Throughout the martial arts world, this Sea Tribe shaman was known to be incredibly powerful and remarkable.
"There's nothing good about leaving your sacred mountain hanging, and blackmailing is pointless. Enough! My patience is gone..."
"Wait!" Wen Hong was truly anxious. This was, after all, the territory of the Hai Tribe, which had a population of seven thousand, including at least three thousand regular and deputy soldiers. The charlatan before her was clearly more powerful than herself. If she couldn't surround and kill him, she would likely face the pursuit of the three thousand strong army from Lingguo Island.
"Ten thousand Thunder Spirit Stones, one thousand Fire Spirit Stones of mid-grade!" Everyone knew the Sea Tribe's shamans were quick to kill people if they disagreed, and that the Tianshan messenger was the one who died. Wen Hong quickly opened her mouth and made an offer. Ultimately, she didn't dare to gamble.
"Your people are stained with blood. Unfortunately, you actually killed my people on Lingguo Island. You will have to pay the price in blood." Ma Yue said.
"No..."
"Are you curious? What do I rely on? Haha!" Ma Yue's laughter was unhappy. "It's very simple. I rely on the fifty guards outside."
Wen Hong's eyes widened in surprise. This charlatan simply didn't take the spiritual practitioners seriously. What about those fifty ordinary people outside?
"Killing someone means paying with your life. I don't care who you killed on Lingguo Island." Ma Yue said, then shouted, "Xia Wu, right at four o'clock, eighty-three meters, kill without mercy!"
The guards brought by Chun Wu were unable to follow Ma Yue out to sea before, but now it is different. Ma Yue’s fire spirit boat is super large, so for his own safety, it is better to bring the guards with him.
Xia Wu, who was guarding about ten meters outside Lei Qing's house, heard Ma Yue's command and instantly raised the flag, pointing it at the target, even though there were low bushes over there and nothing could be seen: "Archers, release your arrows!"
At Xia Wu's command, the archers reacted super quickly and more than twenty arrows flew out.
"Flying gun!"
A battle between a small secular team and a dozen spiritual cultivators broke out inexplicably.
"Do you know why I'm so confident?" Ma Yue said, looking at the pale Wen Hong. "It's simple. From eighty meters away, a spiritual cultivator is useless. Wen Hong, war is not a game for immortal cultivators. Even if my army only has fifty people, it is no match for your ragtag group."
"Lei Qing's guards will be here in less than two minutes." That's right, Lei Qing's signal also flew out.
A dozen or so spiritual cultivators can't defeat fifty?
The most crucial factor is the 80-meter distance mentioned by Ma Yue. Even a martial artist at the martial arts level wouldn't be able to throw accurately at a distance that far. Facing an army equipped with long-range attack weapons... especially a guard whose archers were very accurate.
"Hatchet!" After all, the spiritual cultivators were strong. When they rushed to a distance of thirty or forty meters, the guards began to throw hatchets. Lei Qing also rushed out to help fight.
It was unrealistic for the guards to eliminate more than a dozen spiritual cultivators in such a short time. In less than two minutes, Lei Qing's guards arrived, and the spiritual cultivators would be attacked from both sides.
Time, it still takes time. About four minutes later, the two teams of the Lingguo Island branch's regular troops on duty for military training arrived one after another, about 200 people...
Eight minutes later, Wen Hong's face turned pale. The Lingguo Island team had suffered numerous casualties, and the team of spiritual cultivators she had brought with her were lying on the ground.
"Not bad. The Spirit Fruit Island team's reaction speed is not slow." Ma Yue was generally satisfied. "Lei Qing, do you know why I didn't take action? We will often encounter harassment from arrogant spiritual cultivators in the future. This kind of combat mode will appear frequently. We have to get used to it, and our team must get used to it too. Understand?"
"I'm sorry!" Lei Qing lowered his head in shame. If the charlatan hadn't discovered the enemy hiding in the dark in time, if the charlatan's guards hadn't fought desperately... Ma Yue's guards, of fifty people, would only have been left with twenty-one. A cultivator of the divine is no fool.
"You're too impatient. They took advantage of your weakness of urgently needing thunder spirit stones..." Ma Yue patted Lei Qing's shoulder. As a human being, everyone has weaknesses. Ma Yue understood Lei Qing. "In the future, think more about things. If they really only wanted to exchange spirit fruits and spirit stones, there would be no need to wait for so many days."
"Yeah!" The reason is simple. Primitive people's trade is very straightforward. After bargaining, the transaction is completed.
"I don't believe you carry so many spirit stones with you, so..." Ma Yue took out the spirit weapon.
"No, you charlatan, I have some!" Wen Hong completely lost her arrogance and took out a space bag. Like dumping garbage, she dumped the spirit stones onto the ground. "Ten thousand lightning spirit stones and one thousand mid-grade fire spirit stones. That's definitely a lot."
"Ah..." Wenhong screamed.
"Idiot! Don't you know that the best way to keep secrets is to keep a dead person?" Ma Yue put away the spirit stone.
"Woo-ah!" Wangcai was happily gnawing on Wenhong's corpse. He was truly unwilling to close his eyes in death. His attention had been fixed on Ma Yue the entire time. Unexpectedly, that inconspicuous little dog suddenly jumped up at him like lightning...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
