149: The Taoist priests, both good and evil, are terrified of the word "God".

“How long until my maternal grandfather can come in?”

Qin Yang asked He Zhiyi, his heart pounding.

He Zhiyi looked up at the Formless Tai Sui, estimating, “I think it’ll be about 20 minutes.”

Hearing this, Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

20 minutes was quite fast.

As soon as Lin Xuan arrived, he wouldn't have anything to panic about.

Boom!

Boom!

At this moment, another majestic aura, spreading across the entire territory, erupted from the towering fiery tornado in the distance.

The reforging of the xuanyuan sword seemed to have entered a new phase.

The sword-shaped phantom in the flames was becoming increasingly clear.

He Zhiyi, still a Mortal, was overwhelmed by this power, her mind going blank, and she instantly lost her footing, falling from the sky.

Qin Yang immediately used the Hand of Imperial Authority to grasp her in mid-air and place her on the dragon carriage.

He Zhiyi was startled awake by the feeling of freefall and pointed at the fiery tornado in the distance, asking Qin Yang, “Wh-wh-what… what is that?”

“Don’t ask too many questions.”

Qin Yang snorted coldly and placed her on the dragon carriage.

20 minutes wasn't long, but it only served to alleviate his strained nerves.

As for completely relaxing, he wasn't that carefree.

At this moment, he had a strong premonition.

The Celestial Race was already on their way.

Perhaps they would arrive even earlier than Lin Xuan.

Facing an opponent that even Lin Xuan couldn't underestimate, Qin Yang dared not be negligent.

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

Qin Yang glanced at his supplies and took out a bottle of special-grade mental potion.

He planned to maximize the Imperial Guards while he still had time to prepare… In Shangjing City, the Grand Council Hall.

Bang!

The bronze gate of the city was pushed open.

A tall figure, leading a group of people, walked in hastily.

With a rush of footsteps, a man dressed in black armor, over two meters tall, came to Si Zhenfeng's side and asked in a booming voice,

“Sage Si, what exactly happened? Why was a full-territory alarm suddenly sounded?”

The speaker was none other than Zhan Tianxiong, one of the Five Sages of Jiuzhou, a Level 149 Epic Professional.

Si Zhenfeng glanced at Zhang Lingxiao, and after receiving a nod of permission, he said to Zhan Tianxiong, “Sage Zhan, the Wildfire Secret Realm in Lizhou is about to be invaded by the God Race.”

“God Race!?”

Zhan Tianxiong was stunned and asked, “Which God?”

Si Zhenfeng replied, “Aros, the God of War.”

“Aros…”

Upon hearing this name, Zhan Tianxiong gasped, and a look of terror appeared on his stern face.

His subordinates behind him began to discuss animatedly.

“What happened? How did our Jiuzhou provoke the God of War?”

“Does Aros even need to be provoked? His actions are completely illogical.”

“No wonder a full-territory alert was sounded; Lizhou is probably doomed.”

The subordinates brought by Zhan Tianxiong, all had a Rank of Monarch Tier or higher.

They were the third-tier Professionals of Jiuzhou.

But upon hearing the words “God of War,” they all showed fear.

The reason was simple.

They recalled a past invasion by the Celestial Race, which was the most tragic defeat since the establishment of the Jiuzhou Federation.

Thousands of Professionals sacrificed, and all Monarchs who participated in the battle perished; it was a complete one-sided crushing by the Celestial Race.

Since then, everyone has been a bit wary of even mentioning “Gods.”

“Why wasn’t this mentioned earlier?”

Zhan Tianxiong forced himself to calm down and said to Si Zhenfeng, “Have the people of Lizhou started evacuating?”

“No.”

Si Zhenfeng shook his head and said, “The people of Lizhou don’t know about this yet.”

“Are you going to let them all die?”

Zhan Tianxiong lowered his voice, his expression incredulous.

In his opinion, if the Celestial Race invaded Lizhou, then Lizhou could be abandoned.

Fighting was absolutely out of the question.

The only thing to do was to save as many people as possible.

Whether they were ordinary people or Professionals.

But Si Zhenfeng hadn't made any arrangements.

Wasn't this completely abandoning the people of Lizhou?

However, in front of so many people, Zhan Tianxiong did not lose his temper.

He glanced at the Emperor-Ranked Professional Zhang Lingxiao, a strong dislike in his eyes, and asked, “Daoist, do you have another one of your mysterious arrangements?”

Zhang Lingxiao shrugged and said, “How could I have the ability to arrange anything? All arrangements are predetermined by heaven; I can only make a divination, and it just happens to be an auspicious sign.”

“Bullshit!”

“Last time we counterattacked the Celestial Race, you also said it was an auspicious sign, how many people did that kill?”

Zhan Tianxiong gritted his teeth, if looks could kill, Zhang Lingxiao would already be dead.

Zhang Lingxiao spread his hands: “Divination can be inaccurate sometimes, otherwise why wouldn’t I go play the stock market?”

“Then what the hell are you divining for?!”

Zhan Tianxiong placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his killing intent palpable.

But soon, he lowered his hand again.

He was one of the Five Sages of Jiuzhou, not a street ruffian.

He sighed, suppressing the anger in his heart, and asked, “Daoist, how accurate is your divination this time? There are tens of millions of lives in Lizhou!”

Upon hearing of tens of millions of lives, Zhang Lingxiao’s playful expression instantly vanished, his eyes narrowed, and he said seriously, “This time I am taking a gamble; the probability of winning is only fifty-fifty, but if we don’t gamble, Jiuzhou will still face this calamity.”

Hearing this, Zhan Tianxiong took a deep breath.

The Daoist in front of him was both righteous and evil, certainly annoying.

But he also had to admit that he was an Emperor-Ranked Professional.

Just in predicting the general trend of the world, he had saved Jiuzhou multiple times.

No one could ignore the divination he made.

Zhan Tianxiong looked at Si Zhenfeng and asked, “Sage Si, what can I do now?”

Si Zhenfeng composed himself and explained the already planned defensive deployment.

“Northeastern border, 3 Monarchs; Southwestern border, 5 Monarchs; East Sea border, 5 Monarchs; Nanyang border, 10 Monarchs.”

After speaking, he asked, “Can you handle it?”

Zhan Tianxiong immediately felt immense pressure.

There weren't that many Monarchs within the Federation.

To achieve Si Zhenfeng’s deployment, he would have to ask the great Families for help.

Some Families were easy to talk to; providing people and resources was not an issue.

But some Families… it would be a miracle if they didn't cause trouble.

However, as it concerned the life and death of a province, Zhan Tianxiong had to achieve this defensive deployment.

He assured Si Zhenfeng, “Leave it to me. If there aren’t enough Monarchs, I will ask my father to come out, even if it costs him his right hand.”

Si Zhenfeng nodded: “I’ll leave it to you.”

Just then, Zhang Lingxiao suddenly trembled and immediately began to calculate with his fingers.

After a long while, he tried his best to hide his panic, fake-smiling, “It seems to have begun over at the Wildfire Secret Realm…”

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