Chapter 1090 - 353: Divine Land’s Stance, No Compromise (Third Update)

Wetland, above Jing Niao City!

Cang Ji’s voice grew increasingly hoarse. Although he tried hard to maintain his composure, as the countdown drew closer, anyone could feel that he was actually a bit flustered.

...

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

...

It was obvious, by the time Cang Ji counted to 3, his voice started trembling.

He didn’t want to die.

The Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, this was his last bargaining chip with the Divine Land, and the only one.

Even though the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon was terrifying, who could guarantee that Marshal Yuan Longhan wouldn’t have a heart of stone, acting like a madman?

If he insisted on trading a city for an extreme peak, what would happen to him?

Was he really going to die here?

He was unwilling.

I just broke through to extreme peak, I haven’t even enjoyed the power and glory of the pinnacle, and now I’m going to die here, it’s truly disheartening.

Cang Ji looked at the ice sculpture of Lin Dongqi behind him, the thing he regretted most in his life was scheming against Lin Dongqi.

Who would have thought?

He himself was counter-schemed by that beast, Lin Dongqi.

As he counted down, he deliberately dragged out the time.

Cang Ji wanted Yuan Longhan to reconsider once more, but of course, he couldn’t appear too cowardly.

Rumble!

Crackling, rumble...

Thunder slurry splashed everywhere.

The sky shook and the earth trembled.

The current Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon was like a balloon about to be blown up to explosion, yet inside it contained the energy of three nuclear bombs.

During this countdown, every Martial Artist in the human race was so scared their mouths went dry, they even forgot to breathe.

If Marshal Yuan Longhan insisted on killing Cang Ji, what would happen to Divine Land City?

If what Cang Ji said was true, if an Imperial Capital was vaporized, that would be over a hundred million dead.

In the face of such terror, people couldn’t even dare to imagine it.

"The cowardly human race, Yuan Longhan will definitely agree to release him!

"Old Witch, you just wait!"

Qing Gai couldn’t break free of the restraints, he was even too lazy to try now.

Based on what he knew of the Divine Land, Yuan Longhan should agree.

Inside Jing Niao City, Su Qingfeng and Yao Chenqing had calm expressions, both of them even seemed a bit bored.

Everyone else was panicked, pale-faced, yet they happened to know the truth.

They were watching, as if they were viewing a domestic horror film.

After more than an hour of buildup, with all sorts of horrific scenes, ghostly reapers, bloody murders, a mountain inn, treacherous innkeepers, chilling legends, an atmosphere of terror crafted to perfection, scaring people’s souls out of their bodies.

Yet at the climax, the vengeful ghost turned out to be a lunatic in disguise, avenging grudges over old, dry tangerine peels, killing the wrong person, eventually being counter-killed by the heroine with fifty-cents worth of acting.

It was truly sleep-inducing.

The key point was that Su Qingfeng and Yao Chenqing were watching this dull movie for the second time, having already known the plot.

Honestly, it was pure torment!

"Could you just hurry up with the count? It’s just 10 seconds, yet you’ve been counting for over a minute, are you stuttering?"

Su Qingfeng wished he could count for Cang Ji himself.

Dawdling around, just like someone with no brains!

"Divine Elder, I haven’t betrayed you, you must think of a way, save me too!"

Heiye watched Cang Ji from afar.

Compared to death, he thought being captured by the Divine Land Research Institute was even more terrifying.

In Jing Niao City, although Cang Ji would also force him to refine the Heiye Elixir, at least he was free, and only needed to make it for Cang Ji.

If captured to the Divine Land, it would be the fate of a lab rat.

Would the Divine Land dissect me alive?

Perhaps like extracting bear bile, they’d insert all sorts of tubes in me.

He couldn’t even bear to think about it.

"Heiye, quiet down, even if Cang Ji escapes, he won’t bother with you!"

Su Yue sighed.

At least be dignified as a City Lord.

"You brat, you’ll get what’s coming to you sooner or later!"

Heiye cursed through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I’ll definitely get what’s coming to me, retribution for getting rich, retribution for achieving military merit, retribution for success at a young age, retribution for my fame spreading across the world."

Su Yue shook his head in distress.

Heiye was so angry he almost fainted, this brat could really drive someone crazy.

...

"2!"

"Yuan Longhan, come out, come out right now, I want to negotiate with you!"

Cang Ji was in a complete panic.

Just what kind of brute was Yuan Longhan that he wasn’t concerned for a single city’s safety in Divine Land?

Even the hypocritical Divine Land people, or the Yangxiang Race’s Clan Venerable wouldn’t be so indifferent about a city’s destruction.

This was a bit out of the ordinary.

This simply wasn’t the style of the Divine Land people.

"Sigh, Cang Ji, keep counting, I’m waiting!"

Finally, an eighth-rank Martial Artist stepped out of Divine Land’s Wet Ghost Tower.

A middle-aged man, with long hair draping over his shoulders!

He wasn’t a Vice Admiral of the Divine Land, nor did he wear the leather armor of the Divine Land, instead, he wore flowing Daoist robes.

The eighth-rank Martial Artist held up a source image stone.

The light curtain from the source image stone spread wide, and within it was the upright sitting figure of Yuan Longhan.

Beside him was also the Yuan Xingzi of the Daoist sect.

"Such a show-off, so greasy!"

Su Yue turned to look at this middle-aged man.

Really greasy.

In theory, an eighth-grade Martial Artist can use Qi Blood to ensure that their clothes aren’t corroded by the Wet Ghost Tower, but doing so drains Qi Blood and mental energy.

All the Grandmasters Su Yue had seen wouldn’t do these things in the Wet Ghost Tower.

But this greasy Daoist, with his robe flying, spotless, looked like a grain of rice in black sesame — although crystal clear, it seemed out of place.

"Alas, maybe the Daoist sects have money!"

Su Yue suddenly recalled the two office buildings of the Daoist sect.

So envious.

They have money, elixirs, a place to practice, and they don’t need to go into the Wet Ghost Tower, allowing them to maintain their demeanor.

But Su Yue wasn’t jealous.

Just look at this time, how much Yuan Xingzi paid.

Moreover, the Daoist sect also struggles in unknown fields, unknown to others, but Su Yue knew — the Yangxiang Race has an old monster Bihui Cave that lived for 1000 years.

The pressure is immense!

"Congratulations to the Divine Land Corps on their great victory. I am Yunluozi from the Daoist sect, sent by the Daoist Venerable to convey a message on the battlefield!"

Yunluozi nodded towards everyone, bearing an air of celestial grace.

At once, the corps’ leaders all clasped their fists.

Even outsiders are guests, let alone the mysterious eighth-grade Daoist sect.

"Is this the power of the Daoist sect, how ethereal!"

Bai Xiaolong appeared full of envy.

"Unfortunately, with your impurities, the Daoist sect wouldn’t want you."

Meng Yang mocked coldly.

"At least I’m handsome, in terms of looks, I wouldn’t fall behind the Daoist sect!"

Bai Xiaolong was exceptionally confident.

"Who gave you the courage? Even I, wearing a leather jacket, didn’t speak up!"

Yang Lezhi also chimed in.

Actually, upon seeing Yuan Longhan’s silhouette, the frozen atmosphere of the scene already began to relax.

The Grand Marshal is the Divine Land’s reassurance.

Qing Gai trembled nervously.

Yuan Longhan appeared, determining life or death depended on Yuan Longhan’s decision.

"Yuan Longhan, didn’t you hear the conditions I, the Venerable, laid out?"

"Immediately order your corps to retreat, let the Martial Artists of Divine Land roll out of Jing Niao City.

"My Cangji Cave can forgive Divine Land!"

"Hahaha, my Cangji Cave..."

Finally seeing Yuan Longhan, Cang Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Longhan’s appearance meant there was room for negotiation.

Pretending to be mysterious.

The Divine Land people are indeed hypocritical, they wait until the last second to turn the tide.

Bah!

"In our vast Divine Land, there’s no need for negotiation, in this time, maybe you should think about your final words!"

However.

Yuan Longhan interrupted Cang Ji’s maniacal laughter, not negotiating according to Cang Ji’s train of thought.

"You... don’t know about the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon?"

"Let me tell you, when the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon fires, it can directly destroy a Divine Land City — forget about hundreds of millions of lives, even if it’s ten billion lives, this giant cannon can destroy them directly!"

Cang Ji explained through gritted teeth.

Foolish.

He was internally furious.

Yuan Longhan, do I have to teach you the process?

We exchange harsh words, then you suggest a few conditions, like killing Qing Gai, capturing Heiye, etc.

I reluctantly agree to your terms, and we reach an agreement. So perfect.

We’re both absolute peaks, but you won’t even give face at all!

Zhao Qian’en and others also looked at Yuan Longhan, awaiting his orders.

Whether to retreat or continue killing, a soldier’s duty is to follow orders.

Of course, Zhao Qian’en would feel unconvinced and unwilling; if this opportunity is wasted, killing Cang Ji later would be a mere dream.

But compared to billions of lives, Zhao Qian’en would choose the people behind him.

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng were also uncomfortable internally.

"You’ve explained seven or eight times, like a broken record, I’m not deaf!

"If you want to fire, don’t waste time!"

However.

Yuan Longhan was unfazed by oil and salt.

He looked at Cangji God wanting to laugh.

In the office.

The fog in Qingchudong also churned furiously:

"Yuan Longhan, you’d better not be so arrogant. The so-called Sacred Artifact of the Daoist sect couldn’t withstand the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon!"

Qingchudong was also fuming.

Yuan Longhan this beast, doesn’t fear risk at all.

"Cang Ji, I can clearly tell you — ever since you captured Xu Baiyan, the Military Department was aware of your conspiracy.

"Therefore, the Military Department and Daoist sect were long prepared for this. Do you think only you know calculations!

"Our Divine Land Corps will never succumb to any intimidation or threats from foreign races.

"You, Cang Ji, overflowing with evil, bloodied your hands with the Divine Land Martial Artists’ blood. General Lin Dongqi hasn’t rested in peace; why should Divine Land pardon you?

"Not to mention, the Daoist sect could deal with your stupid cannon; even without the Daoist sect, our Military Department would choose mutual destruction.

"Doing business with foreign races is like dealing with a tiger; even if I spare you, my country cannot be at peace, it’s merely delaying the disaster to tomorrow."

"Slay Cang Ji, eliminate the absolute peak; today, our Divine Land Military Department must establish its prestige in the Wet Ghost Tower!"

In the light screen, Yuan Longhan stood up sharply.

At this moment, his pupils sparkled with light, the Marshal’s military robe soared high, though of ordinary height, giving an illusion of standing before a towering giant peak.

Yuan Longhan spoke with a pace neither fast nor slow, and his tone neither hurried nor sluggish, like mighty bells, resonating even across a void, shaking hearts.

This is the persona of a generation’s military god, the Grand Marshal of the Seven Armies from Divine Land.