Chapter 44 (1/2)

“Besides Lei Qian, the rest of you get off the arena.” As noontime approached, Lin Qian turned around and spoke to the crowd behind him.

Lin Qian stunned everyone, especially Lei Qian who was on his side.

“Boss, if they all leave, what will happen to our challenge?” Looking at Lin Qian, Lei Qian quickly asked in panic.

“It is alright. Come on, go down.” Waving his hand casually, Lin Qian smiled sinisterly to Lei Qian, “Seriously, comparing strength in numbers in a team fight? I’m not afraid.”

Just as he spoke, Bai Ren, Ye Lin, Ye Long and Ye Feng looked up into the sky. As they looked at the azure blue sky, they found it to be sunny and cloudless. Within their hearts, a familiar scene of Lin Qian turning the tables on Tyrannical Blade Sect, despite their advantage in numbers, surfaced in their hearts.

In the vast despair, an army of heavy armour troopers appeared like Angel’s from Heaven. Then quickly squashed the Tyrannical Blade Sect resistance, annihilating them.

Now, the circumstances were eerily similar to that of Mt Ba City.

At that thought, the four of them obediently exited the Arena silently.

Seeing the 4 of them leave, Lin Qian looked to the Rushing Thunder Guild and nodded slightly, gesturing for them to go as well. “Come on, you all too. There’s no use to you all staying here.”

“No, we can’t leave.” Within the Rushing Thunder Guild, a female disciple frowned and shook her head, “They have 600 men. How are you gonna manage with just you and Brother Lei?”

Right at that moment, a blinding glimmer shone. Before she knew it, a spear pierced straight towards her throat.

The Black Dragon General morphed out of thin air, glaring at the female disciple, “Insolence! How dare you go against His Majesty’s wishes!”

Zhao Long’s booming authoritarian voice sending a crushing aura throughout the tens of Rushing Thunder Guild members, stunning them in their steps.

“Zhao Long! Get down! Do not scare them!” Suddenly, Lin Qian’s voice halted his actions. Glaring at her once more, Zhao Long sent the snow-white lance piercing in the ground, kneeling on one knee in front of Lin Qian.

Sending his fist onto his chest, he bowed courteously, “Your Majesty, your loyal servant, Zhao Long, has come to your rescue!”

Thum! Thum! Thum!

All of a sudden, a rhythmically clicking if footsteps resounded from the entrance of the Arena. Slowly, the sound got louder and closer.

The colossal sounds had attracted all of the attention from every disciple on the Arena.

Suddenly, a silhouette of a gigantic battalion of heavy armour troops, marching forward in 3 contingents formed.

The center contingent, warriors carrying a jet black lance, glared straight ahead.

To their left, soldiers carried swords at their waists. On their right, blades swayed on the troopers’ waists as they marched.

While they wield varying weapons, they had one thing in common. Their heavy armour glistened majestically, yet menacingly, under the warm sunbeam.

Lin Qian turned around and faced the three contingents.

Deng! Deng!

The contingents halted in two precise, uniform stamps. Then, in one coordinated move, they knelt, looking up at Lin Qian with their expressionless faces, shouting, “All hail Your Majesty!”

“Arise!”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Dumbfounded. Every disciple present was dumbfounded by this peculiar turn of events.

Stiffly, Lei Qian turned and smiled wryly at Lin Qian, taking an anxious gulp.

“What is this monstrosity?” Lei Qian’s mind had gone blank as paper. These soldiers at his front were numbering at least three thousand. What’s more, each trooper was at least 9th Tier Nirvana Stage.

The battalion power was off the charts, clad in the most excellent equipment. Who would have guessed, this army that materialised from nowhere without warning who kneeled and bowed to Lin Qian, calling him their Emperor?

Lei Qian was stunned, the Rushing Thunder Guild members dumbstruck, the speculating disciples watched with dropped jaws.

Lastly, fear and panic overwhelmed Liu Ming and Lei Kuo’s parties.