264: Catching a turtle in a urn! 【Ask for monthly ticket】

Late at night, the wild wind howled.

The entire World Lord World was filled with a murderous aura.

Especially the core area, which was shrouded in a faint scent of blood.

Among the more than six million Astral Rank Martial Artists, besides those from major powers, the rest were adventurers who had formed their own teams.

Thus, fierce battles erupted in almost every location.

At this moment, at the foot of a hill on the outskirts of the core area.

Fu Qingxi and Huang Qianzhong had just dealt with a dozen elite members of the White Tiger House and were still cleaning up the battlefield.

However, their whereabouts had already been 'exposed' to the Third Prince's intelligence personnel.

Immediately after, teams closest to Fu Qingxi quietly assembled, their target being only them.

"Captain, these two Cosmic-level martial artists, along with a dozen Astral Rank from North Dragon City, just dealt with a few people. Their guard is at its lowest. Should we hit them with a blast?"

"Not yet. Wait for the notification from the other captains before acting."

"We need to make the encirclement as tight as possible to annihilate these Cosmic-level martial artists and let the Third Prince gain face in front of the various powers, understand?"

The leading captain's expression was serious, subtly tinged with excitement.

After all, this time they were besieging Universe-level Martial Artists; just thinking about it was thrilling.

"Oh, understood!"

Soon, grey-clad figures in standard combat suits appeared near Fu Qingxi's team, forming an encirclement.

Without exception, all these people were elite Martial Artists under the Third Prince.

Now, more than five teams had gathered, each team consisting of over a thousand people!

An encirclement by over five thousand Astral Rank Martial Artists!

It should be noted that the Third Prince's forces ranked second among the three princes of Black Dragon Mountain, reaching a terrifying number of two hundred seventy thousand.

It was just that the World Lord World was too vast, and they each had their own missions.

Otherwise, the Third Prince would have long sent a ten-thousand-man squad to deal with Chen Fan...

After cleaning up the battlefield, Fu Qingxi and his group soared into the air, not using D-class universe spacecraft.

Around them, the five thousand-man teams had already completed their encirclement, just waiting for a signal.

"Act!"

"Go!"

Following the command of a leader, the five thousand-man teams directly surrounded Fu Qingxi and his companions, vowing to kill them here.

A dense mass of dark clouds surged from five directions towards Fu Qingxi and the others, with a fierce momentum!

In mid-air, Fu Qingxi and Huang Qianzhong exchanged glances, a sly smile appearing on their lips.

"The fish have taken the bait; it's time to reel them in."

Fu Qingxi said with a smile in the team channel.

"Understood!"

"My dual blades are already thirsting for battle."

"Hahaha, it's like catching a turtle in a jar!"

"..."

Joyful voices filled the entire chat channel.

In less than ten seconds.

Seven streaks of light cut an elegant arc across the high sky, accelerating and rushing towards these thousand-man teams.

"Captain, we're surrounded!"

"So many spacecraft, oh no, oh no!"

"Captain, what do we do!?"

"..."

On the plain, the personal guard Martial Artists in black alloy combat suits, though flustered, remained stable and gave orders in an orderly manner.

"Strategy changed, everyone run for your lives!"

One of the captains glanced at the terrifying spacecraft, which carried immense killing intent, and gave the order without hesitation.

He himself pulled out a C1-class laser gun and fired wildly at the spacecraft.

"You all run quickly, I'll buy you time!"

With a roar, the black-clad captain charged directly towards the universe spacecraft.

His team members behind him burst forth with astonishing speed, transforming into streaks of light that pierced the sky, like thousands of meteors, frantically fleeing in all directions.

Not only this team, but the situation of the other four teams was exactly the same.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Astral Rank Ninth-Stage Psycher Masters, stepping on psionic weapons, fled at super-fast speeds.

But no matter how fast an Astral Rank was, how could they be faster than a Universe Rank powerhouse?

Let alone the D-class spacecraft they were riding.

A one-sided slaughter unfolded in the sky, with clumps of blood mist exploding in the air, like blooming crimson flowers.

Seven D-class spacecraft, like the seven death scythes of the Grim Reaper, frantically harvested the lives of these Astral Rank Martial Artists.

When the battle concluded, the five thousand-man teams were annihilated, with dismembered bodies scattered across the plain, staining all the weeds and bushes crimson, a truly gruesome sight.

"Time to clean up the battlefield!"

Han Li's cheerful voice rang out in the channel, and the others sprang into action.

Netherworld, core area.

Flowers of slaughter bloomed everywhere, with fierce battles of blood and fire raging, and corpses littering the ground.

In the month and a half since joining North Dragon Mountain, Chen Fan had led his Martial Artists to eliminate tens of thousands of Martial Artists.

The vast majority of them were personal guards under the Third Prince, directly reducing his forces by one-ninth.

Of course, the elites of the White Tiger House were also included, with more than half of them wiped out.

All powers witnessed this, daring not to speak their anger.

The reason was simple.

Not long ago, a small power was instigated to speak ill of Chen Fan.

As a result, in broad daylight, Chen Fan personally led a large squad of Martial Artists and even wiped out their stronghold.

With such a precedent, all powers had no choice but to lower their arrogant heads.

Now in this World Lord World, there was only one rule—

That is, whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak!

Otherwise, everything is fleeting.

Because of this, all Martial Artists of North Dragon City were arrogant when they went out.

They were almost looking down their noses at everyone.

All of this was due to the presence of Chen Fan and others.

However, the several powers in the core area, which were originally evenly matched and mutually restrained, had their balance directly broken by the intrusion of Chen Fan and his group.

This situation was still tilting in one direction...

Besides the changes brought by Chen Fan's intrusion, friction among other teams also gradually increased.

Simply because more and more treasures appeared everywhere.

Among them were a large number of universe crystals, some rare treasures, and even third and fourth-tier weapons and combat suits...

Even fifth-tier Origin Power weapons occasionally appeared, leading to bloody conflicts.

Their appearance gradually pushed the already tense atmosphere to a boiling point...

The entire core area was rife with undercurrents, subtly hinting at an impending storm.

For all this, Chen Fan had long been confident.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

However, Chen Fan was the one holding the slingshot.

Three days ago, Chen Fan had already ordered everyone to stop going out for raids and to shift their attention to the Virtual Universe.

Having been away from Earth for several months, they were all a bit homesick, and it was time to relax.

Therefore, Chen Fan told them to enter the Virtual Universe and spend more time with their friends and family.

Only Han Li and Fang Yuan were exceptions.

Having grown up in an orphanage without parents, the two had learned to rely on each other.

While others were immersed in reuniting with their families, the two of them entered the Slaughter Space separately, constantly engaging in battles...

PS: Aunt Venina, holding Chen Xiaoyu, asks all the great sirs for monthly tickets (>_<).