Ruan Xianxian pressed down on the martial arts fanatic who wanted to speak, wanting to hear what Dracula had to say.
Although the other party expressed a willingness to cooperate before they came, Ruan Xianxian thought that if he couldn't even handle a stray dog, he wouldn't mind having another weak enemy.
Dracula gazed at Maurice, who was already somewhat exasperated, with his deep, captivating eyes.
"I believe that China is also part of the Holy Alliance. The treaty clearly stipulates that members can form their own teams to explore forbidden areas."
I think you, Maurice, are not only unattractive but also of poor character. Being with you would be mortally dangerous. How can you call that betrayal?
"You..." These words left Maurice speechless.
The Chinese esoteric arts community is indeed on the Holy Alliance's list, and the two sides have cooperated on several occasions, but it is more like a collaboration between two forces.
The Chinese esoteric arts community always makes promises verbally, but when it comes to actual cooperation, they only follow the orders of their own leaders.
The Holy Alliance is the Holy Alliance, and China is China. The international community of esoteric arts has always distinguished between the two, which is an unspoken understanding but cannot be openly discussed.
He was immediately cornered by Dracula.
Dracula, that bastard, was infuriatingly sincere, extending an invitation: "Ruan, would you like to cooperate?"
Ruan Xianxian's eyes sparkled as she drawled, "Okay!"
Dracula's eyes lit up. Ever since he happened to see this woman organizing a tiger shark battle on the high seas, he had been determined to befriend her.
Dracula didn't know why, but he felt very comfortable around her, and he, being a gentleman who always followed his heart, thought so and did so.
Now, Morris's team has 12 members.
Dracula, the red-haired witch, and the three demons make up a rough six people.
Ruan Xianxian's team remains unchanged at four members.
Their two teams officially formed a league, which is ten against twelve.
Morris was somewhat disheartened. He wasn't even confident that he could escape unscathed from the madman alone, and with so many of his own men betraying him, he had lost a lot of his spirits.
His ambition to make a big splash before he came has been shattered. He no longer seeks to monopolize this opportunity; he only hopes to get out unscathed!
He thought to himself, his mind heavy.
Before anyone could ask, he spoke up: "This place is a treasure trove of mystical arts left by the Human Emperor for his descendants."
According to Japanese records, after the death of the second emperor, King Zhou of Shang, the third emperor, Qin Shi Huang, inherited his mantle.
"Wait!" Ruan Xianxian interrupted, "What are you talking about? How come this person's words are so outrageous?"
"Isn't the Human Emperor Fuxi? Where did the second and third generations come from? According to you, every emperor in the Chinese land is the Human Emperor?"
"Can you shut up?" Morris snapped. "Nobody's going to tell you ancient myths. Take it or leave it."
Even the madman frowned. King Zhou? The Human Emperor? Are you kidding me?
Anyone who has read a book for a couple of days knows that King Zhou was the biggest villain in this land.
Morris ignored the others, his eyes filled with disdain, "I don't know how your history is written, but King Zhou is the human emperor recognized by the Holy Alliance."
Listening to unofficial history is not bad either, so Ruan Xianxian stopped interrupting.
"Ying Zheng inherited the legacy of the second emperor and was destined to live on for thousands of generations, but he failed just like the second emperor."
Before their luck ran out, they sent out a large force to search for the Penglai Immortal Mountain in a desperate attempt, but as you know, that's how it turned out.
When their time was running out, they were unwilling to admit it, but they still sent people to rebuild this place, preserving most of the Taoist traditions of that time.
Ruan Xianxian and the madman looked at each other, and the former asked, "Did you understand what he said?"
The madman shrugged. "It's probably because King Zhou and our ancestor were both doing something big, and both of them failed!"
"Is that what you mean?" she asked, looking at Maurice.
He sneered, "You're asking me about my own family history?"
After saying that, he looked at the dojo and said, "Perhaps the truth is recorded here. I and the Holy Alliance are very interested in it."
"You're nothing but the Pope's dog, how dare you put yourself before the Holy Alliance?" Dracula interjected again, seemingly determined to oppose Maurice.
I especially dislike him.
Ruan Xianxian: "Now that we've finished talking about the unofficial history, let's get down to business. Do you know how to open this place?"
Morris nodded: "I will use holy light to suppress the mutated insects with dark attributes. You are responsible for forcibly breaking open the bronze gate."
"How about we make a rubbing of the ancient book from the Holy Alliance, and split any others 50/50?"
"Moo—"
Before Ruan Xianxian could answer, the yak became agitated, revealing its long, thick horns, ready to attack.
"That's it?" Ruan Xianxian laughed as well.
Leaving aside the immense research value of the complete bronze house to archaeology and China, the fact that this door could not have been broken open by force alone is a significant concern.
They really don't care if they ruin their own business.
Morris was absolutely furious with this woman whose entire body was covered in mouths. "If you're so capable, then come and try!"
“Okay!” Before the words were even out of her mouth, Ruan Xianxian chimed in, “I’ll do it, I’ll do it.”
Then, changing the subject, "But before that..."
She suddenly drew the ancient sword from her back, its tip pointing directly at Maurice. "You band of robbers and thieves, go to the underworld and atone for your actions."
Clang—
The sound of clashing weapons pierced the air, and the golden holy light seemed to engulf the dojo like a tidal wave. Ruan Xianxian's ancient sword dragged out an arc of dark light, and each collision with the holy light splashed out black light and red light.
Morris's holy light was thrown out by him, burning as fiercely as the sun, and six beams of light burst forth from its six corners, weaving a cage. He looked at Ruan Xian, who was trapped in the cage, and panted heavily.
"Did you think that the fact that we've been standing here was because we weren't prepared at all?"
"Your darkness will eventually be cleansed by the holy light."
"Clang—"
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