223: Chapter 222 Bronze Warship

The Second Hall Master's figure disappeared beyond the courtyard gate, and in the main hall, only four people remained.

"The battle ten days from now," Yang Qingxuan's gaze swept across the faces of the three one by one, "what do you think?"

Fourth Senior Brother took a greasy cloth from his robes and began wiping his blade unhurriedly.

Upon hearing Yang Qingxuan's words, he suddenly let out a scoff.

"What is Yang Qingxuan afraid of?"

Fourth Senior Brother did not look up, his gaze remaining on the blade in his hands. "Although those alien Prodigies are powerful, my blade is not just for show."

His eyes gradually grew cold, and a crimson killing intent unknowingly flowed from his body down to his feet.

"If I die when the time comes!! I will at least drag one down with me."

Sitting opposite Fourth Senior Brother, Zhou Chu, dressed as a Daoist, only slowly raised his head after Fourth Senior Brother finished speaking.

Stroking the two wisps of his handlebar mustache, a flash of killing intent likewise crossed his eyes. "Fourth Senior Brother is right."

"The enemy is strong, but we are not weak either."

"All these years... which one of us hasn't prepared their trump cards to deal with this battle against the aliens?"

Zhou Chu toyed with the paper figure in his hand, then suddenly squeezed it hard. "Why fear them!"

"Well said!" Fourth Senior Brother stopped wiping his blade and looked up at Zhou Chu. The two fellow Disciples exchanged a glance, and simultaneously, a hint of a smile appeared on both their faces.

"Hahahaha!!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out. The Drunkard, leaning against the back of his chair, was tilting his head with a faint smile on his lips.

"Everyone, you don't necessarily have to be so pessimistic."

Fourth Senior Brother stopped his action of wiping his butcher knife.

He laid the blade across his knees. "The Drunkard, what do you mean by that?"

"Actually, you shouldn't forget..." The Drunkard looked toward Fourth Senior Brother. "Among us, Marquis Chu's strength is undoubtedly the best. But aside from the Great Master's superb strength..."

His gaze slowly shifted to Yang Qingxuan, and his face held a bit more of a smile.

"That new Junior Brother Xia of ours is not simple either."

"Hmm?" Fourth Senior Brother frowned. "You just said, the new Junior Brother Xia?"

"That's right! If I may say something that offends Yang Qingxuan, in my opinion, this Junior Brother Xia's strength might even surpass Yang Qingxuan's!"

"Impossible! Hmph!" Fourth Senior Brother's voice carried clear skepticism. "The Drunkard, aren't you exaggerating too much?"

After all, in Fourth Senior Brother's understanding, a Disciple who had just entered the Third Heaven, no matter how high their talent or how strong their power, how strong could they really be?

The Third Heaven was not like those places below; those who could stand firm here had all been tempered through thousands of trials.

Furthermore, although there were few Hun-class Disciples, every one of them was an elite among their peers. Especially Yang Qingxuan, who was the backbone of the Hun-class Disciples in the absence of Marquis Chu, the Great Master; his strength was obvious to all.

A new Disciple... saying he could surpass Yang Qingxuan? Fourth Senior Brother felt that The Drunkard was likely drunk and talking nonsense.

"The Drunkard, how much have you had today?" Fourth Senior Brother pointed the oily cloth in The Drunkard's direction. "Talking nonsense won't do."

The Drunkard did not argue. He just smiled, his gaze resting squarely on Yang Qingxuan, as if waiting for something.

Fourth Senior Brother and Zhou Chu also couldn't help but look at Yang Qingxuan. Yang Qingxuan sat in his chair, his expression unchanged.

"What Junior Brother The Drunkard said..." Yang Qingxuan spoke, "is not entirely wrong. Previously, I had specifically tested Junior Brother Xia's strength, and as a result, I was the one who suffered a small loss."

"Although neither of us used our full strength, I have a feeling that Junior Brother Xia's strength might truly not be weaker than mine!"

Just after Yang Qingxuan said this, Fourth Senior Brother's eyes widened, and Zhou Chu's fingers trembled slightly. Yang Qingxuan never exaggerated his words.

Yang Qingxuan looked at the varying reactions of his three Junior Brothers, his expression remaining calm. He slowly stood up, shouldered his hoe, and prepared to head to the spiritual fields again to clear out the remaining weeds.

"Junior Brother Xia's strength indeed exceeded my expectations. But what I care about more is not his current strength..."

He turned his head and said to Fourth Senior Brother and the others, "But rather, to what extent he can transform in the Yuanling Pool during the remaining time."

After speaking, Yang Qingxuan did not linger and left the place directly.

"Hehehe, fatty, I was right, wasn't I!! That's why I said," The Drunkard pulled out a jug of wine from somewhere, took a fierce gulp, and said with a smile, "Everyone, you don't necessarily have to be so pessimistic."

"Ten days from now, in the battle against those aliens, it's hard to say who will win or lose."

...Time passed bit by bit, and Xia Jin was still in a deep sleep, yet to wake.

But at this moment, in the Void Realm millions of miles away from the world where the temple was located, a massive bronze warship was moving slowly forward.

Its speed was not fast, yet it carried an unstoppable sense of oppression.

Inside the warship, there was a massive stone table. Around the stone table, nine figures sat in order.

While it was called "sitting," their postures were actually quite varied. Some sat upright on stone stools, some leaned lazily against the back of their chairs, some simply sat cross-legged on the tabletop, and one slender figure lay half-reclined on a soft couch in the corner of the hall, crossing his legs and idly toying with a crystal in his hand.

If viewed solely by appearance, they were almost indistinguishable from humans. The same facial features, the same limbs, the same body proportions.

If one did not observe carefully, even a Cultivator who had achieved success in Cultivation would find it difficult to distinguish them from humans at a glance.

But upon closer inspection, one could spot the difference. Because on the back of the right hand of every person here, a crystal was embedded, emitting light of different colors.

And the color of the light represented their Rank. The colors of the crystals on the backs of the hands of the nine figures in the hall were all different. Most were grayish-white, and only one was yellow.

That belonged to a young man sitting at the head of the stone table. His appearance was extremely bewitching.

On his left and right sides sat two elderly aliens. And apart from these two elderly aliens, the remaining six figures in the hall were all young people.

The hall was very quiet, but everyone's gaze was fixed on the light screen floating in the center of the stone table.

After watching for a while, the bewitching young man suddenly laughed. "This time... you all have something to play with."

"That bald guy's strength is quite impressive."

Those few young alien Prodigies exchanged glances; some raised their eyebrows, some licked their lips, and some let out a scoff of disdain. But without exception, a light lit up in everyone's eyes.

It was the light that only lit up when a hunter sensed the scent of prey.

"Young Lord, that bald guy you mentioned... his name seems to be Marquis Chu, right?" asked an alien Prodigy who was lying half-reclined on a soft couch in the corner of the hall, crossing his legs with a smile.

"That's right, that bald guy's name is Marquis Chu."

"It is said that he is the number one person among the younger generation of this world. However, to have been able to escape from this Young Lord's hands back then, he indeed has some strength!!"